U. N. Known Writer

26 Cousins

Chapters 13-28

—15 and 5 yo—

"Is Matt baby now?" asked a voice that barely made it through to my mind as I was rousing from another night of bliss filled sleep, safe and soundly wrapped up inside my footed sleeper.

"Yes, he is, why else would he be wearing a nappy," answered Cole to his brother's barely spoken question.

"He wear nappy?" asked the five year old, slowly coming into focus, standing right beside my bed, about as close as he could get without actually getting under the covers with me.

Cole didn't say anything but demonstrated in a more practical way by slapping my upturned bottom which naturally gave rise to a lot of cricking noises as I scooted away from him.

"Baby wear nappy," Daryl pointed out, jabbing his stubby little finger in my direction as if we couldn't work out who he was talking about.

"Exactly," Confirmed his brother, "Now let's get you dressed then I'll come back and deal with the baby."

Putting his hands on Daryl's shoulders, Cole guided the little boy towards the door, of my room, but before they passed through Daryl still felt the need to sure just who was the baby around the house. "Me, big boy. Wear pants," he said, which was funny as even though he wasn't wearing one, the way his big tubby bum stuck out inside his cartoon pyjamas made it look like he had a nappy on all the same.

Once my cousins were done, there wasn't much for me to do. There was no point in my getting out of bed, as I couldn't get the sleeper off until Cole returned with the snips to cut through the cable tie that held both the collar closed and prevented the zipper from going down. Naturally if I couldn't remove the sleeper then there was no way I could remove the nappy underneath it, even if the plastic pants hadn't been themselves locked on.

Rolling onto my side, I smiled at the seemingly deafening sounds of crinkling whenever I moved. Spying the joke shop dummy sitting on the bedside table I reached for it, and slotted it into my mouth, sucking on it from habit as I waited.

The brother's returned a short while later. Daryl staying in the doorway, now dressed in clothes that were oddly like the sort of thing I would have normally been wearing. The jeans and hooded sweatshirt making him look oddly older than he was, if it were not for the stuffed toy he was holding in his hands.

"Time to get up Baby Matt," Cole announced once more pulling back the bedclothes, and then, much to my surprise scooping me up from the mattress and carrying me from the room. He'd never done that before, and yet despite me only being slightly younger than he was, he seemed to find it effortless to carry me in his arms. I on the other hand wasn't so sure, he wouldn't drop me, so put my arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life, as we went out onto the landing, down the stairs and into the kitchen where apparently there was a surprise was waiting for me.

For a frightening moment I thought Cole's parents were going to be there, and I would have said something about that had I not had the dummy still stuffed in my mouth, and was unable to remove it given the way I was clinging on to him. But that wasn't the surprise. That was a highchair.

It wasn't a normal mass produced chair, like you can get in an Mother and Baby shop, as this one had been especially built to handle a child of Daryl's… erm…. unique build. Or in other words, it was made for a fat kid. Made from solid wood, it sat pulled back from the end of the kitchen table, clearly waiting for me, and sure enough when Cole put me down, that was where he put me.

"Big baby. Big chair," Daryl mumbled, possible remembering something that had been said about him and the chair, or he could have just been commenting on what he was seeing, which was a fourteen year old boy fitting into a highchair, albeit somewhat snuggly.

"Ha, you actually fit," smiled Cole, "I wasn't sure you would when I got the chair out of the attic."

It was true though I did fit. Sure, my hips, all padded out from the nappy, weren't going to be moving about, as I was rammed in between the chairs arms pretty good, but other than that the chair was surprisingly comfortable. There was some sort of padding behind my back, and on the seat, although I really couldn't feel that through the nappy's padding. My legs were a touch too long to sit on the foot rest, and yet not really long enough to reach down to the floor, so they just had to hang there, but it worked.

"Arms up," when I'd complied with his instruction, Cole slotted the chair's tray into place, guiding it's metal forks into slots set into the arms of the chair, pushing it in towards my stomach until there was a click as it locked into place.

"Right then, what do you two want for breakfast?"

The question was rhetorical as Daryl always had the same thing – some cartoon cereal that was more sugar than wheat – and apparently mine was going to come from a bowl that was sitting on the side. The contents of which I promised myself I would ask about just as soon as I could talk.

I was left sitting in the chair for a few minutes while Cole sorted his little brother out. Helping Daryl to climb up onto one of the regular chairs, and then stuffing a few thick books under him until he was high enough to look over the top of his bowl of sugary mush. However before he could turn his attention back to me, Daryl had a suggestion.

"Bib!" he said, using even less words than usual.

Catching on to what he meant, Cole spun around, opened a drawer and pulled out a cloth bib with a train going into a tunnel on the front, holding it out to Daryl, but that wasn't what the tyke had meant.

"Baby Bib," he said, his pointing finger filling in the rest of the sentence.

Chuckling to himself Cole nipped behind me, swung the bib around onto my chest and then tied the strings holding it there, behind my head. Then without missing a beat he moved around the other side, pulled out a chair, sat down and then picked up the bowl he was clearly intending me to eat.

There was no time for me to ask what it was, as the moment Cole extracted the dummy from my mouth, the plastic spoon loaded with whatever it was, was pushed between my lips so that I was forced to swallow.

That was how things continued for the next few minutes until the bowl was empty. The spoon moving too fast for me to do anything about although, I probably could have stopped it if I'd used my hands which were unfettered, but I just didn't. Don't know why. Anyway, by the time the bowl was empty, I had swallowed about two thirds of the bowl's contents with the remainder decorating either my face or the bib, making the latter rather a good idea.

With the food gone, I once more expected to have some time to have my say but as the bowl was placed in the sink for washing later, a large baby bottle appeared, the large rubber teat soon finding it's way between my lips. Cole giving the bottle a hard squeeze once it was inserted, so that a jet of what turned out to be orange juice, squirted itself down my throat.

After the initial shock of finding myself drinking from a baby bottle I have to say that I took to it like a duck to water. It's actually harder than you might think. Well probably not for a baby, but for anyone older than that, it's just not something you'd be used to doing so it takes some getting used to but there is something rewarding about having to drink like that.

Breakfast over, Cole first took care of his brother, parking Daryl in front of whatever brightly coloured television nonsense the five year old was currently obsessed with. Then with him settled Cole returned to the kitchen. Behind the chair somewhere, he flicked a stitch, or pressed a button, that released the tray, slotting that out of the way, before he once more picked me up bodily from the seat and carried me back upstairs.

The journey up was clearly a bit more exhausting for him, as by the time we were back on the landing, Cole was panting a little bit, although that didn't excuse why he choose not to go to my bedroom but instead to enter Daryl's instead.

Putting me down, on top of a table, I wasn't sure what Cole was up to until I felt the soft padding of the changing mat underneath the backs of my legs, not to mention the nappies that were piled up beside me which explained everything.

I said nothing, despite the dummy having been left downstairs, as Cole used the snips to free me from the sleeper. The zip coming down over my chest and stomach, releasing the shoulders enough for my arms to by pulled free, and the garment folded down to my waist. At that point I was gently pushed back onto the changing mat, and encouraged to raise my middle up so the sleeper could be pulled over my bulging nappies, down my legs and away.

"Oh did you wet yourself, baby Matt?" Cole asked spotting the tell-tale signs in the plastic pants as he slowly peeled them down in the same way he had done the sleeper. Thankfully the nappy had soaked up all the urine I'd deposited in it the night before, as well as the other liquid I'd squirted out a short while later, which lessened both the clean up and my embarrassment, as the tapes of the nappy were peeled away, and I was left naked on the changing mat.

Naturally Cole was totally unfazed not just by the fact I was totally nude in front of him, but that I had an erection that just wouldn't quit. He totally ignored it, as much as he could while he went about his task of cleaning me up. Yet, whenever my stiffness got in his way, he would simply move it to one side, with is other hand, and then continue to cleanse me with the baby wipe in his other hand. It was, incredibly frustrating.

Once I was all urine free again, I was surprised to find another nappy being slotted underneath me as previously I'd only worn them at night, but now that Daryl was already aware I was wearing nappies, I guess there was no reason for me not to wear one during the day as well.

Plastic pants followed the nappy, as they always seemed to do, these days, but then I got another surprise as Cole had something I hadn't seen before. He called it a play suit, but it looked a lot like the sleeper he'd just taken off me, as it had padded feet, but there was something different about this one as I would discover shortly. He'd purposely purchased one that was too short for me. Sure I could get in it, and he was able to do the zip all the way up, but the legs weren't long enough for me to straighten my knees which meant that I couldn't stand.

Having finished dressing me, Cole lifted me from the changing table, and once more carried me downstairs, only to put me on the floor right at the bottom of the stairs, and told me to follow him.

I couldn't stand up, no matter how I tried. Not even getting myself sitting on the stairs and then pushing myself up would manage it, as my knees just wouldn't go straight so in the end there was nothing for it but for me to crawl after my cousin into the living room where I ended up sitting on the floor next to Daryl, who being a big boy, was still sat on the sofa engrossed in his TV show.

The show, which seemed to be the same two people wearing padded suits doing the same things over and over again, went on for hours, or so it seemed to me anyway. Still Daryl appeared to enjoy it, the tyke occasionally laughing at something that clearly I couldn't see. For the life of me I just couldn't see what the point of it was, although that could have had something to do with the erection that was demanding attention inside my nappy. Not that I could do anything about it with a little kid in the room. I may have been dressed like a giant toddler, but I still had some standards.

All this time, Cole was busy with something upstairs, although he did come down from time to time to see how we were getting on, until on his last trip he told us it was lunch time. Naturally at the mention of food, Daryl slid himself from the sofar and hot tailed it to the kitchen as fast as his chubby little legs could carry him. Me, on the other hand, had to roll onto my front and then crawl behind him, until I was at the foot of the highchair, at which point Cole picked me up and slotted my nappy covered bum, between the arms of the highchair.

Lunch tasted no better or indeed worse than breakfast had. In fact it could have been the exact same thing I was eating, but I didn't see the point in asking, reasoning it would probably be better if I didn't actually know what it was. Still, the over processed 'chicken' nuggets Daryl shoved down his throat were probably equally as tasteless.

Lunch over I returned to the living room for yet more episodes – or was it the same episode on repeat – of that stupid show until I suddenly got the urge to have a dump.

Now wetting a nappy was kind of fun, but I really didn't feel like messing in one, so ignoring Daryl's complaints I went to find Cole. Of course I couldn't stand still, so had to do all this on my hands and knees, which is tricky enough under normal circumstances but takes a lot more effort when you've got a great big nappy between your legs, let me tell you that.

I eventually found Cole in the kitchen, which naturally was the last place I looked, cleaning up which would have been a total shock if, by that time, I wasn't already feeling the turtle's head making an appearance between my bum cheeks.

"Come on then," Cole said taking off for the downstairs toilet, when I'd told him what was going to happen. However I wasn't fast enough.

Just as I was about to make it I felt things give way around the back and the next thing I was aware of was that I was wearing a nappy full of poo. And I wasn't happy.

Cole tried to comfort me, cooing "There, there" and such like but in the end it was only the oversized dummy being pushed back into my mouth that got me to quieted down enough so that he could pick me up.

The moment Cole's arms came under me, all the contents of my nappy ended up being pushed back the way it had come. Then, when it couldn't regain entry, it ended up being squashed all over and around not just my bum but my nuts and willy as well, which wasn't as unpleasant as I would have imagined.

"What Matt do?" asked Daryl finally having been prized from the TV by something other than food.

"He's gone poo-poo in his nappy!" came the explanation, which caused Daryl to raise an eyebrow in a way that was just so funny it made me giggle around the dummy.

"Come on, you can help change him."

At any other age a boy told he was going to mess with another boy's poo, probably would have been disgusting, but Daryl, clearly like the idea, no doubt making him think he was being helpful, so he agreed and it was upstairs the three of us went.

To allow Daryl to join in, I wasn't changed on the changing table this time, but instead the padded mat was laid out on the floor and I was laid upon it. Cole then told Daryl to unzip the playsuit down the front – there was no cable tie on it, and the zipper's tab was large so he could do it easily. Meanwhile Cole got everything ready, so that by the time I could finally stretch my legs having been freed from the play suit, everything he needed would be at hand.

Holding me up by the waist, Cole got his brother to peel down the plastic pants, which Daryl did in one swift motion. His reaward for doing that was to remove my nappy, only he couldn't get his pudgy fingers to unfasten the tapes holding in place, so Cole had to do that for him.

Once the nappy was loose, Daryl followed the instructions he was given to pull down the front of the nappy between my legs, and to hold it there while Cole softly rolled me onto my side, both lifting and exposing my somewhat caked bottom from the nappy.

Taking over the next part of the operating, even though Daryl was keen to do it himself, Cole, left me on my side as he cleaned off the largest parts of the stuff that had been left there, all of which where dropped into the already soiled nappy.

Finally the nappy itself was removed, along with most of the smell that was coming from it. Cole took care of that, placing it in a carrier bag that I really hoped was marked with biological waste signs, while he allowed Daryl to finally do some of the cleaning of my bum.

All the time this was going on I continued to suck on the dummy, trying to pretend that having a couple of boys, ten years apart in age, effectively wiping my bum, wasn't as embarrassing as it really was, as I knew what reaction that would have, and sure enough, once I was rolled onto my back, my erection was there for all to see.

"Baby got big…" Daryl said, although I don't know if that was all he was going to say, as Cole decided not to have a conversation about what happened to big boy's when they were enjoying something they probably shouldn't have been with his little brother right there and then. Instead, he gave Daryl tub of baby powder no doubt realising just what a mess that was going to create.

It took a while for the sweet smelling fog to clear, during which time Cole had another nappy ready to put on me, only he didn't do it, but just gave Daryl the instructions about how to position it on the floor, so that once it was slide underneath me, it could be easily fastened around my lions. He then did the reverse of what he'd done earlier. Picking up the nappy from between my legs, and pulling it up over my erection, where it rested while he got the sides into place. Cole gave him a bit of a hand in order to get the nappy as tight as it had to be, but for the most part Daryl did it all himself.

The plastic pants and the play suit, Cole had to put on me, himself, as there was no way Daryl was either big enough or strong enough to do that, but once it was all finished the little lad was happy enough with what he'd done to trot off to the bathroom and wash his own hands without Cole having to go with him. He was, as he said, a "Big boy" and could do things on his own, whereas I was the 'baby' now and needed help.

Once I was all cleaned up, it was tea time, so back in front of the TV went Daryl and I, while Cole got things ready in the kitchen, eventually calling us to join him. Which we did, with me crawling along the floor and Daryl walking behind, pretending he wasn't staring at my overly padded bum.

As before I sat in the highchair, wedged between the arms, with the tray locked in front of me, while my five year old cousin knelt on a real chair, eating more or less the same food – albeit cut into smaller pieces – as Cole did. I on the other hand, had something that the blender had reduced to a consistency partway between goo and paste, and which tasted of absolutely nothing. It was washed down with not one but two bottles of juice, which at least managed to taste of orange, even once it had been stewed through a rubber teat.

When everything was finished, and Cole had cleared everything away, during which time I'd had little choice but to remain seated in the highchair and watch, while Daryl had returned to the electronic babysitter in the living room. Cole told me it was time for me to go to bed.

"But it's not even six o'clock yet?" I protested, in a less than babyish way.

"True, but only big boys get to stay up late," he said, picking up my dummy and slotting it back into my mouth, "And anyway, you don't want the adults to see you like that do you?"

I started to say "No" then realised I couldn't with the dummy in. However, instead of trying to remove it, I just shook my head instead.

"I didn't think so, so let's get you upstairs before they come home and you can see what I was doing all day."

Using my eyes I tried to ask him what that was, but Cole wasn't giving anything away, so I just had to be patient and wait while he released the tray, and helped me down to the floor, from where I had to crawl out of the kitchen, through the living room – stopping so Daryl could wish me good night – and then to the stairs. At that point Cole had to pick me up as there was no way I could climb up the stairs, whilst wearing the too short play suit. HOwever, he only did so to the top of the stairs then he put me down again before heading off in the wrong direction.

For a moment I crouched on the landing, knocking my hand on the carpet to get his attention, but either he didn't hear me, or he ignored me. Either way, eventually I decided that for some reason I wouldn't be spending the night in my room.

The room I'd been using was at one end of the house, next to Daryl's who was in turn next to his parents, as befitted the youngest child. Cole's room, on the other hand was up the other end of the house, about as far away from his brother as he could get, with the safety of the stairs, and two bathrooms between them. However, there was one more room, beyond that, which I'd sort of figured was a closet of some sort, and indeed it had been. Only now it wasn't.

Cole waited at the door for me to catch him up. Not saying anything. Just pointing for me to wait, as he pushed opened the door and stepped back so I could see what was inside.

It was right in the doorway. There was no missing it, and not just because it took up nearly all the space that had been cleared in the centre of the room. Around the sides boxes of this and that were stacked, but I noticed none of that, focused instead on the large cot instead.

Raised high from the floor, almost to waist height, and constructed from very solid looking timber, it was an impressive sight indeed, especially as it had been clearly newly made up with a single clean soft pillow on one end, and a simple baby blue blanket on the plastic covered mattress, while above rotated a simple mobile of glittering animal shapes.

"Do you like your new bed?" Cole asked. "because if you do then you can sleep here every night. I'm sure mum and dad won't mind."

I didn't say anything, and not just because of the dummy in my mouth, but more so that I didn't know what to think. Sure I'd been wearing nappies on and off for a while by then, and true, I'd been dressed and treated like a baby all day, but a crib. All the same I was more than a little intrigued.

"You do like it don't you?" my cousin answered his own question, before offering to let me see what it was like.

I'd been on my hands and knees crawling forward when I felt Cole's soft yet strong arms curl under my tummy and seemingly effortlessly pick me up and deposit me in the crib in one swift motion. "There why don't you try it out," he said.

Turning around, I could feel the mattress crinkle under my knees sounding not too dissimilar from the plastic pants I was wearing, which made it all the more familiar. Now facing forward, I reached out for the gate that was currently down, testing it with my hands, but unable to lift it due to a combination of the weight and the angle I was doing it from.

Soon Cole saw what I was doing, and helped pushing the front of the crib up until with a couple of loud clicks it locked into place, sealing me in.

"You realise that with this up you won't be able to get out, don't you?" demonstrating what he meant, Cole spent a few minutes attempting to pull the gate down without releasing the catches, which he was unable to do. He then got me to see if I could reach the release trigger but as both were around the solid sides I couldn't, not even with my arms pushed right through the bars. He even suggested that I try to climb over the top, but given I couldn't even raise my legs high enough in the play suit, to get up a single stair there was no way I was going to be able to climb up the couple of feet I would have needed to do in order to get over the top rail. Even if I did there was the still a drop of nearly three times that on the other side, which certainly wouldn't have led to a comfortable landing. No, I was much better off inside the crib, and that was where I fully intended to stay.

"I'll check on you when I go to bed, and get you in the morning once mum and dad are gone. Sleep well, little baby Matty."

Having said his good night, Cole went to the door, switching off the main light as he did, but the room didn't fall into instant darkness. Instead, a night light cast slowly rotating stars across the ceiling, in a way that was instantly so soothing that I knew I would soon be fast asleep, safe and secure in my new crib.

—13 yo boy—

If my cousin Austin had been reluctant to get involved with the first of the plans I put into action while I was staying with him, he gave me a flat out 'no' when I suggested that I do it again, even though it was basically the same plan, albeit with a different target. I had to make all sorts of promises, well suggestions, of the things I could do for him in return, before he'd even consider delivering another note to the prefects' room of the private school, where he sometimes played sports.

The reason for all this reluctance wasn't that I was setting myself up to be caught steeling some items from the lost and found, but just who it was that I wanted to be caught by.

"Why can't you be found by boy Bailey?" Austin had asked, to which I'd replied that I couldn't risk being caught by the same person, or it would look suspicious which is why I was singling out the other prefect the school had.

"But girl Bailey is his sister," Austin looked pale just talking about the female half of the twins that kept the younger children at the prep school under tight control using methods that weren't officially approved. And yes, neither of the twins appeared to have a first name. Either was just called by their surname, or to avoid confusion had their gender added in lieu of a first name. Aren't Prep schools odd?

"Exactly," I answered his question making him look even more confused., "giving him the letter, which is why you have to make sure that she gets this and not him, right!"

He finally took the letter, "And if I do then you'll do all that stuff at my party, like you said."

It was already agreed that I would, but I repeated it anyway, just to make sure that he'd go through his side of the bargain, which he did.

I could only imagine what happened when Austin went up to the head girl to give her the letter. I just hoped he wouldn't wet himself, as he was clearly that much more scared of her than he'd been of her brother and with good reason if her reputation was even as half as true as I knew her brother's too be.

The letter she would read would be similar to the one her brother had earlier got and which lead to my being dressed like a junior school boy, in tiny short trousers and spanked in front of a classroom of little kids. In that one, I had confessed to taking some books, and deserved to be punished in the way I was. However, in the one the Girl Bailey, my parents – actually me of course – would inform her I was stealing girls clothes, and that as punishment I should be 'forced' to wear the clothes, and punished accordingly, with it all being kept as hush-hush as possible so as not to embarrass the school, or my parents. I had no doubt the Girl Bailey would agree to do everything I asked, just like her brother had.

Now all I needed to do was get caught, which wasn't tricky as the letter told the girl Bailey – who I'm going to just call Bailey from now on, as her brother doesn't appear in this bit – that I would next be taking clothes during lunch on a particular day.

It was surprising how nervous I was as I rummaged around the lost and found room, picking out bits and pieces, even though I knew I was going to be caught any second. Yet all the same, I jumped when just as I was picking out a school skirt, a commanding voice came from behind me.

"And what do you think you're up to?" the question was rhetorical as we both knew what I was doing, or at least one of us knew and the other one thought they knew. Still I did my best to look meek, mild and guilty, not to mention a bit afraid which wasn't that difficult as even more so than her brother this Bailey really oozed authority.

"You were stealing girls clothes to wear weren't you?" Bailey demanded, just like the letter I'd written had told her. "Well if that's what you want to do, then who am I too stop you."

There was a dramatic pause, like one of those you get on TV quiz shows, where nobody says anything so everything can sink in. Bailey probably expected me to protest, but I didn't which, again according to the letter, confirmed that she should continue.

"You have two options. The first is that I report you to the Headmaster, who will probably inform the police, as well as your parents, of course."

"NO please don't do that?" I begged on cue, even though I doubted she would, and anyway, my parents were out of the country.

"Or," she broke into my protests, "You can find out what it is like to be a girl at this school, wearing the uniform and, going to classes with me, so I can keep an eye on you."

There should have been another TV quiz style pause here, but apparently Bailey couldn't wait to hear what my answer was, and pushed for it.

Obviously I agreed to the second option.

Bailey was pleased but hid it well, with only a faint smile flickering on her face for a brief second as she walked to the side of the room to open up a cupboard where everything she would want was already stored waiting for me. She gave me a few minutes to look at it all before giving me the command to remove what she refereed to as my boy clothes.

Now as you already know I wasn't the shyest kid around, having been nearly or totally naked in front of most, if not all my cousins at some point or other, but, as you will have also noticed, they are all boys and Bailey, this Bailey was a girl, which was altogether somewhat different.

I made a few protests but nothing that wasn't met with a repeat of telling the headmaster, or the police, or my parents, or some combination thereof, until I was standing with nothing on, but with my hands clamped down over my private parts.

"These first!" Bailey handed me a pair of navy blue girls' school knickers, whilst trying to appear not to be checking out my body.

Turning my back on her, I stepped into them, drawing them up my legs until they were around my waist. They were a little on the snug side, with the elastic biting into my thighs and waist, and of course they didn't really have the space in the front for my tackle, which bulged them out quite a bit.

I was given a vest next, all white with none of the little bows those Jody and Karl had let me wear, but a lot more practical, especially once I'd tucked it into my knickers like Bailey instructed me.

The actual dress was next. A once typical primary school summer dress made of red and white check gingham, with a row of white buttons up the front to the neck. Short sleeves, with white cuffs around the shoulders, and a white pointed collar. A white plastic belt went around the middle, threaded through two keepers attached to the dress on the sides of the waist, with a button on the end to prevent the belt from hanging loose. It was only usually worn by the really little kids, with the older girls, like Bailey herself, wearing a more standard shirt, tie and skirt combo. That though wasn't for me.

Bailey held the dress up putting it over my head, while I inserted my arms into the sleeves. She then pulled it down over my body, quickly fastening the buttons up to the neck and securing the belt into place, in a way that showed she'd probably done this dozens of times. She didn't even miss a beat as he went down on her hands and knees to put white ankle socks on my feet, with the top turned down neatly, followed by a pair of brown t bar sandals, with buckles fastened so tight as to make sure the shoes wouldn't come off.

A royal blue blazer came from a hanger and onto my arms. Shorter than the boy's version it partly made it down to my rear, instead of covering it. The final item of my new uniform being a cream coloured straw hat with a royal blue hat band, with the school crest at the front, which was put on my head, with an elastic band, tucked under my chin.

Just as Bailey was examining me, in a way that I really wished I'd been able to do myself, a bell sounded signalling the end of lunch break and the start of classes.

"Come on. You don't want to be late on your first day, especially as you're in enough trouble already," with the subtlety of a bulldozer Bailey shoved me towards the door and out into the corridor where already kids were starting to scurry around. It not being long before they noticed me.

"Why's that big girl wearing a little girls' uniform?" was the first question asked. The second though was rather more telling.

"Is that a boy?"

Bailey didn't answer anything, as she escorted me along, her hand holding onto the forearm of my blazer to prevent me making a run for it as the rumours spread so fast through the school that they appeared to get ahead of us, so it seemed that kids were waiting to tease me even before I got there.

"Who's a pretty girl?"

"Where's your dolly?"

The taunts continued as we went down corridor after corridor, Bailey clearly taking the longest possible route to get to what was to be my classroom which made me nervous. Not so much due to the way I was dressed – although that didn't help of course – but more so that it raised the possibility of coming across her brother, and the exposure that I'd done all this before, albeit as a boy rather than a girl.

By the time we got the classroom, the corridors had emptied out, as the pupils took to their desks, where they all sat bolt upright, in dead silence the moment Bailey entered the room. This didn't last long once I was in the room, as a whisper chain soon circled the room, as the little kids tried to work out why someone so much taller than they were was wearing the same uniform as they were. Oddly Bailey never explained.

"Let's get on with your work, shall we," the head girl said, speaking in the way so loved of teachers, as if they were sharing in the work load the kids did. Instantly though, order was resumed to the class, with books appearing on desks and small heads bowing down to apparently read them, even if eyes were often glancing in my direction as I was shown to a seat in the front.

From where I was I couldn't see the looks I was getting by I could hear the occasional titter or giggle that came from the small frames around me as the study period continued for long enough for me to wonder if Bailey had forgotten about the second part of my punishment.

She hadn't.

It was after ten minutes that Bailey cleared her throat in a way that made her sound like a heavy smoker, but which got the attention of the class.

"Today I caught a naughty child stealing school property," she announced, her voice sending almost visible shivers around the room as they waited for the follow up, "That child is going to be punished like all naughty children are, with a firm spanking."

All the kids in the room started to look uneasy at the prospect even though they must have known they were innocent suggesting that innocence wasn't always enough to get them out from under the tyranny of the Bailey twins. I though although technically innocent in that I hadn't actually stolen anything, knew it was me who was going to be punished, and yet I was the least nervous one there. Odd that don't you think?

"YOU!" Bailey pointed wildly at the class, causing kids to dive to one side or the other to avoid the accusing finger, before it settled on me. "Come here."

Getting up from my desk, I walked to the front of the room, standing in front of the slightly younger girl, who right now looked so much older than I did.

"You were caught stealing from the lost property room and since stealing is against the school rules you will be spanked."

I said nothing, just bowed my head as if I was sorry, as Bailey pulled out a wooden chair from behind the teacher's desk and sat down on it.

"Remove your hat and blazer and come here."

After doing as I was told, Bailey took hold of my hand, pulling me down over her lap, for the next part of the lecture.

"You have to learn not to take things that are not yours, don't you?" she said, flipping up the back of the dress I was wearing to expose the navy blue knickers, which for a moment I thought she was going to take down, but instead, she carefully tucked the back of the dress into them, to ensure it would stay out of the way. Then she got down to the actual spanking with her hand came down with a loud smack on the seat.

The spanking was fast furious and very painful despite the knickers being left on. Smack after smack raining down on my bottom while I squeaked and squirmed under the assault, behaving just as any other girl would have done in that situation.

Tears soon sprang to my eyes, as my bum got hotter and hotter, but the spanking only stopped after a set time had elapsed, Bailey working to a strict timetable, which if nothing else explained why she felt like she had to spank as fast as she did.

"There, you've learned your lesson," she told me, pushing me up to my feet. "Now go and stand in the corner, and leave your dress were it is."

Keeping my back to the little kids, I walked over to the side of the room ever conscious of the way my skirt stayed up, showing of the knickers I was wearing, slightly disappointed that the dark colour of them would hide the redness of my bottom, and hide the face I'd been spanked from anyone who hadn't witnessed it. Still there would no doubt be more chances for that later on in the day, as there would be plenty of chances for me to be sitting on a hard wooden seat, not to mention a break time amongst the kids themselves, and even a gym lesson that would be very interesting indeed.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

I'd been told to wait in my new room, but wasn't given a reason, which I guess I didn't need not now that I had to do whatever I was told to do. Still, all the same, it was a long wait as I had nothing to do but to sit there contemplating what I'd got myself into, and trying to work out just which parts of the factious punishment plan, Gerry and his brothers would be expecting me to endure. There were just so many things, I'd put on those sheets that I couldn't even remember all of them, plus of course there was always the possibility that the boys could come up with something off their own.

I knew I wasn't alone in the house as I could fear people moving about. Well not people, boys. Every now and again, either Heath or Ian would rush past my room, sometimes looking in, sometimes not, but what interested me more than anything else was the sounds of banging that were coming from downstairs. Noises that sounded like something was being knocked down. I just couldn't imagine what.

Eventually Gerry himself came to the door, and with a crooked finger told me to follow him downstairs. He didn't say a word, just turned and left, clearly expecting me to follow him, which naturally I did.

The living room was the final destination. There Heath and Ian were waiting, sitting on the sofa with expectant looks on their faces the reasons for which became clear once I saw what they were looking at.

There were several empty seats in the room, but only one of them wasn't usually there and had something added to it. The simple wooden stool had once sat in the kitchen, against a breakfast bar arrangement that had long since been removed to make for more space. It three long wooden legs that were joined together with sturdy spindles, and topped with a wooden ring that made up the frame of the seat. This had then been covered with a several layers of slightly elasticated strips, that crisscross each other to give the seat a slightly sprung seat. In fact when I'd been younger, I remember spending quite a bit of time bouncing on the stools much to the annoyance of my parents. However since then something else had been added to the stool in the shape of what looked suspiciously like an erect penis.

The construction was actually quite clever, to give Gerry his dew. First he'd used some stiff wire, which he'd threaded through the elasticated seat, to form the skeleton of the penis which he'd then fleshed out with bits of old rag before covering the entire thing in tightly bound electrical tape to make it smooth. The entire thing, as I was soon to find out, was both solid and yet allowed some deal of movement. It could also be made either or both, longer and wider, just by adding more rags and tape.

"That's your new seat," Gerry told me as the fake penis glistened in the early morning sunlight coming through the windows.

The punishment Chair. He'd actually made the punishment chair. I could barely believe it. NOt just that he'd made it, but that it actually worked. Even when I'd added it to the list of possible extra punishments at the end of the guidelines I'd made up, I hadn't really been sure it was even possible to do, and now I was expected to actually sit on one.

"It's all ready for you," prompted Heath, still grinning and giggling at the same time like only a little kid can.

"Yeah, sit on it," pushed the youngest boy, as Gerry put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around so my back was to the stool.

Looking over my shoulder the protrusion on the stool looked huge yet I knew it really wasn't that much bigger than the carrot that had been imbedded in my bum, the previous day. In fact I wouldn't have been entirely surprised if that was what Gerry had modeled it on. All the same I soon realised this was going to be something of a tricky operation, especially given the height of the stool.

Shuffling my legs backwards, I spread my feet around the legs of the stool, until I was astride it. Already I could feel the slippery tip of the fake penis, brushing across my bum.

Reaching back with my hands, I spread my cheeks apart so the peg would go between them, trying not to be overly conscious of my little cousins craning forward to see what was going on.

The moment I felt the slippy tip brush against my hole, I paused. Took a couple of deep breaths before I started to slower myself on it.

Slowly I felt myself opening up, and the peg starting to slip inside me, and continue to slip inside me as I lowered myself further and further down, until my bum came to rest on the wooden ring of the stool.

"Told you!" Ian nudge Heath, but the older boy said nothing, clearly having dared to suggest that I would never had sat on the peg without a fight. This being the reason why they'd come up with a plan to keep me there.

Once I was down. Gerry told me to pick my feet up and place them on the rungs on either side of the stool. This had two effects. The first being that it spread my legs completely apart, allowing a clear view just of what was between them, but of the base of the peg, that disappeared up inside me. The second being that it allowed Gerry to use two small straps to make sure my feet stayed there. This restricted my movement to little more than a couple of inches, which wasn't anywhere near enough for me to be able to lift myself completely off the peg.

"This is the only chair you are now allowed to sit on," Gerry informed me, as he took a far more regular seat on the sofa, between his brothers. "It is the only place you are allowed to sit. If you are not in that seat then you are either standing up or, in laying down. Understand?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice to work.

"Furthermore," continued Gerry, "We are going to take steps to take care of that."

There was no need for everyone to stare where Gerry was pointing, but seeing that his brothers were doing it anyway,it didn't really make any difference. As for me, I was all too well aware of the effect sitting on the peg had had on me and that I was very stiffly erect.

"In the meantime, we are going to have breakfast, and then when we return we shall begin with your first spanking of the day."

Breakfast didn't turn out to take that long. In fact from where I was sitting slightly uncomfortably in the living room, I could hear Gerry telling his brothers not to eat so fast or they'd choke. Not that it seemed to make any difference as they were back well within fifteen minutes, no doubt having left the cleaning up for me to do later.

Wasting no time Ian dropped down to his knees on one side of me while Heath did the same on the other. The pair of them releasing the buckles that held my feet in place on the rungs, and even helping me to put my feet down on the floor.

"Stand up!" Gerry ordered, but having to wait until my legs were strong enough once more to start pushing my body up from the peg, which slowly started to slide out of my distended bottom. THis all went fairly smoothly until nearly all of it was out, at which point the stool actually started to lift up along with the peg. At least it did until Heath slammed it down to the floor again. An action which caused the peg to pop out of my rear, with a sound that made Ian nearly wet himself with the giggles.

Gerry remained series though, as he had taken it upon himself to give me my morning spanking something about which he was clearly as enthusiastic as his little brothers had been about me sitting on the peg.

BY the time I was able to stand on my own, Gerry was already seated in the spanking chair, once more beckoning me forward with his finger, but not waiting for me to drape myself over his lap. Instead, as soon as I was within reach, he grabbed hold my arm and pulled me right down across his knees so he could get started.

I won't give you a blow by blow description of this spanking, as that can get quite boring in a long story like this. Only to say that Gerry's had went to town on my bum. He made sure to strick every single part of it with special attention paid to the part where my legs join with my bum until everything was a deep dark red back there and I was crying my eyes out, just like a well spanked little boy should.

"He didn't enjoy that!" announced Gerry with quite a bit of self satisfaction when he was done, but instead of getting me back onto my feet, instead he rolled me over. His comment having been directed to the absence of my erection. "Now we can use the thing."

"I'll get it," volunteered Ian leaping up from the chair and rushing out of the room, returning within seconds carrying something that was clearly homemade.

It looked like a half a rubber ball, only with a lot of holes in it, but it was actually the rubber cap, original made to cover some sort of electrical joint, with cable tie around the collar to hold it on and keep it dry. The holes Gerry had punched in it, had made it impractical for that, but a lot more practical for the use it was going to put it into. On me.

WIth me laying face up on his lap, Gerry carefully inserted the end of the cable tie around the collar into the housing that would hold it closed, tightening it just enough so that it gave a single click to show that it was holding it. Then after looking down at me for a few seconds he sent Ian on another errand this time to fetch what turned out to be a flannel soaked in very cold water.

The flannel was extremely cold as I discovered when Ian got to put it right between my legs in a place where no boy wants anything even the slightest bit cold put.

I gasped twice. Once at the cold contact, and then a second time, when I attempted to move back and my anything but cold bum, brushed against the rough denim of Gerry's jeans. Thankfully, neither sensation lasted for long although the effect were rather long lasting.

There seemed to be no time to waste once the rag was removed from my tackle, as no sooner did I feel the warmer air starting to circulate down there, then something else was being wrapped around everything that I held dear. Both pushing and slightly squashing it all into one single ball. The entire operation ending with the ratchet clicks of a cable tie being pulled tight, and a gripping sensation around the base of my tackle, that pretty much told me everything that had gone on.

"That will keep you under control," announced Gerry as he helped me to finally stand up and he couldn't have been more right.

Down between my legs, where once my willy and nuts had been hanging freely since I'd lost the right to wear clothes, was now a single black half ball, seemingly clamped at the very bottom of my body, directly between my legs. It all looked very neat and tidy and would stop everything from swinging from side to side as I walked, and especially when I ran, but there was also two other things that would be a be a bit more tricky, in one case and downright impossible in the other.

"You will still be able to wee," Gerry laid rest one of my fears at least, "However, you won't be able to aim, so it's probably best if you go in the garden or perhaps in the bath so you don't get it everywhere and have to clean up."

Okay that was fair enough, but what about the other thing? Heath dealt with that one, in a somewhat blunt way.

"You won't be able to wank neither."

Gerry shot his brother a dirty look for butting in, before continuing with the speech he'd clearly rehearsed. "Of course you won't be able to play with yourself anymore, as you won't be able to get an erection while you are wearing that, and seeing as you'll be wearing it all the time, you actually won't be playing with yourself at all. What do you think about that?"

There was a lot I thought about that. The first was how exciting it was, to actually be wearing what was effectively a cock cage, and the second the rather more standard teenage boy thought, of how was I going to get by without having an erection, let alone a wank. Mind you my third through was that Gerry should probably have made a cage for himself, as the front of his jeans wasn't as flat as it really should have been.

Anyway, once I'd spent a bit of time in the corner as required under the rules following a spanking, I was told to clean the kitchen of the breakfast things, which I did, even going so far as to wipe down the cooker which had a few gravy stains from the previous night on it, and even mopping the floor. All the while I was doing this I had the strangest sensation of being somehow more naked now I was actually wearing something than when I'd actually been naked. Which made no sense, but all the same, was causing the cage snug around my tackle to have to work for it's living, preventing all the erections I would have otherwise had.

This was going to be a long day. Even longer if I was going to be wearing the cage at night.

—12 yo—

Damn it was hot. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and already not only was I wide awake but sweating like a roast in the oven. At some point during the night the single sheet that made up the bed clothes hadn't so much as been shed from the bed, as been balled up and tossed across to the far corner, where my pyjamas had pretty much remained since I'd arrived several days earlier. Sleeping in my boxers was just so much more comfortable.

Swinging my legs from the mattress I dropped them down to the ground, where at least the tiled floor was cool under my feet, making me once more reconsider my suggestion that I should sleep on the floor. Only Quinn's comments about the insects that crawled across it at night having put me off. I still didn't know if he'd been joking or not, but if there was one thing I didn't like it was insects, especially the big ones. And the only seemed to have big ones down here.

Quinn was still asleep, and even snoring slightly, which I found funny as he sounded like an old man, rather than the twelve year old kid that he was. I liked to watch him, but that morning I couldn't. Not unless I wanted my bladder to explode. Why did I have to drink all that soda before going to bed. Oh yeah, because it was so darn hot.

A short run, a long stand, and then a leisurely walk back to the bedroom, found Quinn no longer snoring but sitting on the side of his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Morning Matt," he purred, his regional accent making everything he said, sound so smoothing. "What do you want to do today?"

"Well," I started sensing this was my big moment, "I thought you could tie me up and see if I could get out."

He looked up with an odd expression on his face, "You want me to tie you up?"

"Yeah," I replied, holding back on the real reason I knew he would want to and instead offering him something that wouldn't have him worry how I knew he'd want to. "You know to see if I could escape, like that guy Houdini."

"He used chains and stuff. We haven't got anything like that."

Yes, Quinn knew who Houdini was, which should give you an idea what I knew about him. I also knew he had some chains but neither of us was ready for that sort of thing yet. So I suggested that we just use stuff in the room instead.

"I guess we could," he shrugged, somewhat unconvincingly, given that he was already getting up, to fetch the laces from his walking boots, and some other things.

"You've got to do it properly," I pushed, taking the shoelaces from him and showing him how to first make a loop into which my hands could be placed. Then the lace would be wrapped in a figure eight around my wrists before the rest being used to wrap around the middle to form them into something like handcuffs. The ironic thing was, that although I was showing Quinn, I'd only got the idea from the secret stash of his stuff that I'd found, so he knew well enough what he was doing. All the same, I went on to explain that I'd be on my stomach, with my hands tied behind my back and my legs drawn up so my heels were on my bum. It was a fairly standard hog-tie only I didn't call it that.

"Okay!" he nodded, before looking at the strips of cloth I'd fetched. "What are they for?"

"One is for a blindfold and the other is a gag."

His eyebrow raised slightly showing I'd got his interest. All the same he asked: "Why?"

"It's part of being tied up," I simply said before moving on in case he had other question. "Once you're done. Just leave me and see how long it takes me to get out, okay?"

"What if you can't get out?"

It was the question I'd hoped he'd ask as it gave me the chance to tease him a little, "You won't be able to stop me."

"What if I do?" he pushed.

"Then I guess I'll just stay tied up."

"Okay," he smiled, "If that's the way you want it. Get ready."

I knew I had him there and then so there was nothing more for me to do but lay down on my mattress, with my hands behind my back. My wrists already crossed waiting to be tied up.

Quinn got to work straight away, wrapping the extra long shoelace around my wrists, making sure to pull it tight on each and every pass until he finally had it knotted off.

"Is that tight enough?" he asked, and I tested it, twisting my wrists around, attempting to full them through the cords but there was nothing doing.

"Yeah, that's not bad," I admitted, "Now do my feet."

Bending my legs up behind me, I cross my feet over, before letting him do the same thing to my ankles that he'd done to my wrists. Only this time, despite my missing them out of his instructions, he left a trail of cords hanging out of the final knot, so that he could attach them to my wrists.

"How's that?" he asked when he was done but I was disappointed and told him that it was too loose, which it was as I still had way too much movement.

For a second Quinn thought of how he could do it tighter, before coming up with the same solution I'd seen in his hidden stash of bondage material. Getting up on the bed, he leaned down on my up bent legs, which duly forced them down closer to my back, and held them there while he re-did the knot so that it would hold them in place.

"How's that?" he asked a second time, and now I was satisfied, telling him to do the blindfold next.

The sock I'd chosen for this was a long one made for wearing with boots so it was more than heavy enough to cut out most of the light from my eyes, once it was wrapped around my head, and knotted off at the back. I wasn't completely blind, but near enough and it would look great, which was more the point.

The gag sock followed. The difference between the two being the large knot that had been tied in the centre of the second one, which would fill my mouth. Noticeably Quinn didn't ask about this, or even mention it. He just told me to open my mouth as wide as I could while he stuffed the knot in, and then tied it off behind my head.

The moment I was gagged I did what any boy would have done in my situation. I tried to talk, but only managing something really quite muffled, that wasn't going to be made sense of by anyone, even if they had been able to hear it.

"Try and get the gag out?" enquired Quinn as he slipped himself from the bed, standing back to look down on me, as I did just that, all with no effect.

"Okay, that's it then. See if you can get out, and I'll see you later."

I don't know if it was Quinn's idea to give me the impression he was leaving, or if he didn't mind if I knew he remained in the room, but even though I was nearly blind, I was fully aware that instead of leaving me there, he went over to his own bed and sat down to watch me. All of which rather confirmed that I was on to something, even if it did mean I had to go along with my own pretense of trying to escape.

Naturally it really wasn't part of my plan to actually escape, and had Quinn actually left me then I wouldn't have even attempted it, but as he was watching, I made a show of trying to reach the knot holding my hands with my fingers, even though I knew full well that it was on the other side.

I kept up the pretense of trying to escape for some time, knowing that by doing so my entire body was becoming covered in sweat, as I struggled, even making a few moaning sounds through the gag which I hoped would seen get Quinn's attention. And sure enough it did.

"Do you want me to untie you yet?" he asked, to which I shook my head.

"But you're getting marks around your hands and wrists."

I felt his fingers on the knots behind my head, followed by the gag coming loose.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, once the wad of sock was out of my mouth, "I wanted to get loose by myself."

"You can't," Quinn stated bluntly, "I've tied you up too tight."

"But that's the challenge," I protested making him think.

He stepped back to look down at me once more, "Doesn't it hurt being tied up so tightly?"

"A little, but it doesn't matter. I want to get out by myself."

"Why?"

It wasn't an unreasonable question. I even knew the answer. Well, the answers really, as there were several. There was the real reason, which was to get him tie me up, and then there was the one I wanted Quinn to think was the truth, which was that I liked being tied up. And then finally there was the one that any other teenage boy would admit too. That it was a challenge. Naturally I went for the last one. Raising the stakes in the process.

"What about if I had a better reason to get out?"

Quinn's eyebrow showed interest: "Like what?"

"If I can't then something happens that I wouldn't like," I paused for effect, only speaking again, when he was about to. "Like I could be tied up all night."

"All night. He gasped. "YOu couldn't sleep like that?"

"Well, we could do it different at night, but let's say I can't get out of this in say, an hour, then I get tied up all night. How about it?"

"Yeah!" he nearly shouted, before getting his excitement back under control, "I mean if you want to."

The gag went back in my mouth a few seconds later, once we'd agreed on a few rules which included that he couldn't leave me, but had to keep a check that I was okay. Not that I was worried about being tied up on my own as after all that had happened numerous times before, but Quinn wasn't to know that. More to the point though, I needed to make sure he would see me tied up, and enjoy it, so that he'd want to do it again.

It worked. At first he did leave me alone, making me wonder if I'd pushed him too far too soon, but once he'd flushed the toilet he was soon back, watching me struggle. Not that I was actually going to be escaping, of course, although I wasn't so sure I could actual escape as Quinn had tied the knots holding me really well. In the short time he was gone I'd actually tried, and had got nowhere, which excited me, somewhat distracting me from the plan.

Standing in the doorway, Quinn watched me for a long time. Remaining silent, no doubt enjoying the sight of my nearly naked body writhe around on the bed which was actually really tiring. Not to mention sweaty.

Eventually I had to stop putting on the show, and lay still, moving nothing but my fingers and toes, which was pretty much all I could move although my chest did heave a little as I fought to catch my breath.

"Do you want me to let you go yet?" he asked, adding that it had been forty minutes already, which surprised me as it didn't seem anything like that to me.

I shock my head and went back to my pretend escape, rolling from side to side in the hopes that Quinn would notice just how much I was enjoying being tied up. There was no pretense there of course, as I always loved being tied up but I needed him to know that, without thinking that I knew he knew. If you follow me.

Anyway, Quinn did notice something else about my boxers. That all the struggling had caused the back part to pull down slightly, exposing the top side of my bum. Rather than ignore it though, Quinn actually reached under the laces holding my arms and feet, and pulled it up a little. Saying nothing as he did it, other than to remind me of the time I had left.

I put my all into those last few minutes, knowing that there wasn't enough time, and sure enough there wasn't, and soon Quinn was removing the gag from my mouth, and the blindfold from around my eyes.

"Time's up!" he pointed at the clock beside my bed, even though I couldn't really see it until my eyes had adjusted to the light once more.

I sighed. "Okay then. Guess I lost. Now let me go before I wet the bed."

"Ew!" he pulled a little kid face, before going to work on my wrists, which proved difficult even for him to do, as they had tightened up during my struggles.

"You're really good at tying people up," I said as casually as I could, "But we'll see if you're good enough to keep me tied up all night."

"I am," he boasted, finally releasing the last of the knots on my limbs allowing me first to stretch out, on the bed and then to roll over on to my feet where the tent in my boxers was more than a little obvious.

"Don't point that at me!" Quinn laughed, ducking in the other direction, but even as he did, I could see he had his hands covering the front of his own underwear where, if I wasn't very much mistaken, there was a very similar tent.

—15, 8 and 7 yo—

I was home some time before Noah, the day of my first real schoolboy spanking, as he to collect something but no sooner did he come through the door than he called upstairs for me to come down.

Trying not to appear to eager I went downstairs, checking that Oscar and Perry were in their respective rooms on the way, to find Noah waiting for me in the living room, with a plastic bag.

"Here you go," he announced pulling out much more than I'd expected from the bag. All I'd thought I'd be seeing would be the shorts themselves, but instead, Noah had borrowed an entire uniform. The shorts were there of course, but so was a slightly grey short sleeved shirt, a narrow tie, V-neck jumper with the school colours around the V, thee long grey socks (apparently the fourth was missing), and even an old pair of sandals.

"Right then, get changed."

"Here?" I asked, having hoped to get used to my new uniform in my room but it wasn't to be.

"Yes, right here. Right now. And hurry up."

Left with no option but to do what I was told, or else I'd put the entire plan into doubt. I quickly got myself out of the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing, which the total lack of share that you can only have when you're used to be naked in front of other boys. However, I did stop when I got down to my boxers as there was a question I needed to ask for the uniform was missing one item. "Aren't there any underpants?"

"No," Noah confirmed, picking up the shorts and peeling back the leg, "These are lined, so you don't need them, so you can loose the boxers."

It was exactly what I wanted to hear, but of course I couldn't let that on so I acted a little bit shy in turning my back on Noah. This though wasn't because I was embarrassed of being naked in front of him, but rather that I didn't want him to know just how much being naked in front of him was turning me on. Nothing would have given that away more than having my erection flapping about in the air.

Being as hard as I was, presented me with another problem in that I really wanted to put the shorts on last. I'm not sure why I wanted to do that, perhaps to save them to last, or maybe it would be seen as a humbling act. Anyway, I couldn't as if I did that then Noah would be bound to see my hardness. So instead I had to put the shorts on first, right after I'd removed my boxers which was a disappointment but did mean I got to tuck myself down before I had someone's eye out.

That the shorts had a lining in, I appreciated the second I had my legs inside them, as I could feel the smoothness of the linin sliding up my legs, giving me a sensation very similar to the first time I put girls panties on. Yeah, it felt a little like that. Not as tight, or as… erm… supporting as the knickers, but similar all the same.

Once the shorts were up at my waist, and things were tucked away, I went back to the more traditional method of getting dressed. Putting on the slightly stiff and scratchy shirt. Tucking it in all the way around my waist before fastening the front of the shorts with the little clasp, and clipping the fake belt closed. This belt was little more than the twin snake's head clip in the front, as it was just stitched into the waistband and wasn't a real belt at all as the shorts were actually elasticated.

It was a bit of a struggled doing the tie up, when I didn't have a mirror, but with some encouragement from Noah I got that right after about the fifth or sixth go at it, that left me with both a nicely shaped knot, plus a good length of tie hanging down my front.

The V-neck jumper held no challenge as that was just a jumper, despite the unusual arrangement in the front, that left a fair bit of the shirt and tie still on show.

Sitting down to put the socks and shoes on, was the first time I got to feel the shorts tighten themselves around my bum which made them seem even more like knickers as the soft material rubbed itself across my seat,and was then pressed into it as I actually sat.

"The socks have to remain pulled up at all time," Noah reminded me as I pulled them on, and turned over the tops to show the school colours in bands around them.

The shoes were a little tight as they, like the rest of the uniform, had been made for a younger boy, but I was able to get my feet into them, and even buckle them, although only on the last hole, but it worked all the same.

Then it was done, I was wearing a short trousered school uniform the likes of which I'd only seen in pictures before and already I was feeling somewhat juvenile, but I really wanted to see what I looked like. So I asked if I could.

Given permission I went out into the hall, where I stood beside the front door looking at myself in the full length mirror that hung there. In the refection was a young boy. A very smart looking young boy who's shorts ended several inches above his knees, which somehow made his legs look really long, but at the same time, made him look much smaller than he was.

"This is what you are going to be wearing at home from now on," Noah told me, following the very rules I'd laid down. "You will no longer be allowed long trousers but for school, and those will be kept by the door for you to change into when you leave and out off when you return."

It was exactly what I wanted. From no on, if anyone came to the house they would see me in shorts, and if I was to go out anywhere, other than to school, then I'd have to do so in shorts. It was very hard to suppress my smile, and even hard to not be hard, which the lack of any sort of tight underwear, would have been at least hinted at, if not on plain show.

Not surprisingly there were a lot of thoughts going through my mind, which lead me to fall silent. Something that Noah, miss read ironically enough that I was about to rebel. He was so worried about in fact that he went so far as to offer me a way out it.

"Of course, if you think the spanking was enough, then."

"No!" I blustered a bit too soon, leading me to think that I might have actually blow it, when even more doubt appeared on Noah's face. THankfully I was able to bring things back into line, with some double talk.

"You can't stop now. How else will I learn my lesson."

Noah's face no longer showed doubt, just confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to get into any more trouble, and this will stop me. AS long as it is done properly."

"Well, if you're sure? I guess I'd best get the slipper and the audience ready."

"Audience?" I asked having forgotten up to that point that having someone watch my slippering had been part of the arrangement.

"Yes, Oscar and Perry need to see what happens to naughty little boys."

"But, but, they haven't seen me in shorts yet," I blustered out the first thing that came into my head.

"They are going to sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner," Before I could make any counter argument to that, Noah turned and shouted up the stairs for his brothers to come down.

There was the sound of thunder coming in from the north, which turned out just to be two small boys tearing down the stairs at a speed that would give a Health and Safety Officer a heart attack. Mind you it very nearly did end up in a pile of boyhood by the front door as when Oscar, who was leading the charge, saw the way I was dressed he attempted to stop and laugh. However, Perry, who couldn't see around his brother, kept right on going, pushing the pair of them down the last few steps in one go with only banister that Oscar managed to grab onto preventing the need for medical attention.

"Why'd you stop for?" Demanded Perry of his brother, but Oscar was back to staring at me, with a grin spreading across his face.

"What? What's so funny," Perry poked him, but eventually he followed his brother's gaze, saw me, and then the two of them were laughing fit to burst.

I said nothing throughout all of this. Instead I just stood there like a boy of old would have done, with my head bowed, trying to show that I was prepared for my punishment and would take it in the spirit it was to be given. That it was all for my own good.

"There's some new rules in the house," Noah shouted over the giggles, "From now on Matt will be wearing shorts all the time, and will be keeping his socks pulled up."

It was an odd thing to say, especially about the socks, I thought, and apparently so did Oscar.

"Why is Matt wearing shorts, anyway. They don't wear shorts at any school no more."

"That is true but with Matt," suddenly Noah stopped what he was saying and turned to me. "You tell them Matt."

"I've been acting like a naughty little boy, so until I can behave like a teenager I am going to be treated like a little kid would have been back in the old days."

Perry was paying attention now, just not following that well: "What's that mean?"

"It means I'm going to be wearing short trousers from now on, and have to be smartly dressed at all times, as well as well behaved or else Noah will punish me."

"Punish you how? Like he did the other night?" Oscar nudged his brother no doubt hoping for some more giggling, but there wasn't any as Perry was too keen to hear my answer to interrupt.

"Exactly, however a normal spanking isn't enough for a boy my age and size so now Noah is going to slipper me, and you are going to get to watch."

"WE ARE?" they chorused.

"Yes, as that is part of my punishment to have you watch, as that will make is embarrassing as well as painful."

"Plus it will also be a lesson to you two scamps!" added Noah.

Instantly Oscar protested: "We didn't do nothing."

"You just murdered the English language," Laughed Noah, letting them know they really weren't in trouble. The same though couldn't be said for me, as Noah had taken out the plimsoll that had been found for my next punishment, which reduced the younger boys to instant silence.

At this point it became somewhat clear that Noah hadn't thought through exactly what he was going to do, as he had no idea what to do next. Thankfully I did.

"Can I bend over the chair, that way I can hold on in case it gets too much?" I suggested.

Noah thought it was a great idea, as he got one of the chairs and moved it into a place in front of the sofa upon which his brothers were told to sit. I meanwhile got into position across the seat of the stool only to find out that it really wasn't high enough. At least that was the official reason I gave as to why I needed a cushion on the seat to raise it up a bit more. The real reason was that without the extra height my shorts didn't tighten across my bum nearly as much as I wanted them too. Which was odd as I wasn't going to be actually wearing them.

"What's he doing?" Asked Oscar when I released the front of my shorts and started to push them down over my buttocks.

"He's not wearing any pants," chipped in Perry, as apparently that's the thing to notice when you're seven, rather than a teenager's about to get his bare bottom slippered, or that the bum is already covered in faint red marks from an earlier spanking.

"So how many do you think you deserve?" Noah still wasn't sure what he was doing. "Five? Ten?"

It was difficult not to show off, but I couldn't help myself. "Spankings were always done in sixes. Six of the best for the cane, or twelve with something else."

"Okay!" agreed Noah, but I wasn't done yet.

"Plus if I move, or put my hands back to stop you, then you get to take that blow again, and add another one. I'll keep count, if you like."

"One of the boys could…. no okay, you do it."

YOu know I don't think it even occurred to Noah for one moment that it was actually me guiding him through all of this, rather than the other way around but there was one thing that was done to him and him alone. The actual spanking.

Raising the plimsoll right up behind him, Noah brought it down with considerable force right into the middle of my bottom where it echoed with an enormous WHOP! sound.

My breath caught in my throat, leaving it to the audience to make the gasping sound I probably should have done as my bum bounced under the impact, before taking on a red imprint of the sole.

"One! I said, when my breath returned, which became the signal for the second one.

WHOP! I was so loud. Much louder than I'd expected it to be.

"Two!"

WHOP!

I felt myself squirm as I fought back the urge to do anything but count.

WHOP!

The fourth one went a touch high, which may have been my fault for moving after the third blow, however that wasn't the reason the fifth one went low, as I hadn't had the chance to move in between so clearly Noah was ranging his blows around the target I was offering him.

WHOP!

He was speeding up to, giving me little chance to brace between the blows, which were really starting to hurt now. I could even feel tears prickling my eyes.

WHOP!

My breath started to deepen, as I attempted to think of anything but the burning in my bottom, which really isn't easy when you're keeping count of the reason your bum is burning in the first place.

WHOP!

"Six!" I gasped, the breath seemingly driven from me, as we reached the halfway point.

I kept telling myself that I was being brave. That I was setting a good example to my younger cousins, who were perched on the edge of the sofa, unable to take their eyes off me.

WHOP!

This, the seventh blow marked the first time I made a sound that was more than an exhale of breath. It was actually a gasp of pain. And that was only the start.

WHOP!

The tears that had previously only been prickling my eyes, now started to flow, even though I don't think I was actually crying, as such.

WHOP!

WHOP!

Two in a row, with no gap between for me to count as if Noah was getting so much into what he was doing he had forgotten what he was doing. Thankfully he didn't penalise me for that and instead apologised which did slightly ruin the atmosphere, but it wasn't as if I was going to offer my sore bum up for any extra blows.

WHOP!

WHOP!

Finally it was over, and I was very, very close to actually crying now. My bum felt like it was on fire. Actually not just my bum, but the upper parts of my thighs too, had to be the brightest of bright red, and perhaps even bruised slightly. They certainly felt like they were.

"You two. Back to your room."

It took me a moment to realise Noah was sending his brothers away to allow me to recover in private, with some dignity still intact if not much.

When we were alone, Noah put down the slipper he'd continued to hold – probably the only reason his brothers hadn't argued about going upstairs – and put a hand on my shoulder. "YOu took that really well Matt. Take your time, and get up when you're ready."

Finally I was alone, although I did notice that the living room door wasn't totally closed, so Noah could have been waiting outside watching to see what I was doing. Still that didn't matter as I think I'd have done the same if he was there, or if he wasn't.

Carefully I pushed myself up from the chair until I was standing. After a quick check down the front to make sure nothing could give away some of my masochistic tendencies, I got down to the serious business of soothing my bum.

Pushing down my shorts to my knees, I clutched my bum, while doing the naughty boy dance around the room, which although it makes no sense at all does actually make the pain of a well spanked bum go away albeit slightly.

Even as I did all this though I knew that if things were to go the way I actually wanted them too, then the next time, I would be standing in the corner with my hands on my head, shorts down, red bum on display with no rubbing at all, just like a real naughty boy. This time though, I'd let myself get away with it.

By the time my Aunt and Uncle came home everything was back pretty much to normal, as although I hadn't obviously fully recovered from my first encounter with a slipper, I could pretend that it had never happened. There still was the matter of my knees being on display and the old fashioned uniform I was wearing. Yet, oddly neither adult commented on that, so given that they must have noticed – they must have right? – then either they weren't interested in what I wore, or Noah had spun them some line about why I was doing it. Either way, it made things rather easier for me, so I wasn't about to question it.

I'd been slippered really hard like on the seat of my short trousers just like boys were in the olden days, and I was loving it. My Aunt and Uncle accepted what I was wearing without question and didn't think twice about letting Noah continue to be in charge of me even though he was only a year older. My only hope was that Noah would start to make up loads of other rules and regulations that would end up with me getting spanked more and more often. Maybe he'd get Oscar and Perry to do it too, but they were only little kids so that probably wasn't right. Still, there was one thing I could do, and that would be to get Noah to order some canes from the sheet I'd 'accidently' left lying about.

—11, 17 and 14 yo—

My cousin Seth had to be the most boring person on the planet. I mean we even had the entire house to ourselves, and he didn't have a single party. Heck, I don't think he even smiled, just kept on doing his university work, taking dull to an entire new level and to think I wasted, my first week staying with his family on trying to get him involved in one of my schemes. Only he would never bite, which I why I finally had to cast my net that little bit wider towards the Ulric house at the other end of the street.

I'd been given a tour of the neighbourhood when I'd first arrived – that's the sort of thing Seth did – but hadn't really been that interested, as I'd been too busy trying to get a handle on the seventeen year old. Now that I'd ruled that out, I did a quick bit of revision. The Ulric's had the standard parental arrangement, with one of each, and more importantly two boys. One my age and one a bit younger, which was perfect so it was time to make friends.

I met Rory Ulric first actually mistaking him for his older brother, as he was nearly my size despite being three years younger. Still he seemed nice enough, and was easy enough to get on with, even answering all the questions I peppered him with, while I tried to work out, just which of my many plans I was going to get him involved in. Funny thing was in the end, I didn't need any of them. Everything just slotted into place, the first time I came face to face with Tyler.

For several days Rory and I met up, and hung around doing the sort of stuff that boys are age do, but it was some time before he invited me to his house even though he'd come back with me, several times. "It's not that I don't want you to come over, it's just that Tyler can be hard to handle," he said.

Okay, I thought, a little brother doesn't get on with his older sibling, nothing odd about that, but that really wasn't it at all.

Tyler was no where to be seen when I got to the Ulric house, just staying in his room, which was apparently normal for him when there were strangers about, which to be honest I found a touch disappointing but never mind, that wouldn't stop Rory and I from having fun in his room

Several times during the day Mrs. Ulric came up to see how we were doing, like mothers have a tendency to do, but while she'd only glance into Rory's room, she'd actually go into Tyler's and stay there for some time, which I found fascinating.

"Tyler has autism," Rory suddenly announced, no doubt after seeing me paying too much attention to his brother.

"Oh!" I said, not really knowing that this meant. Thankfully, Rory went on to explain.

"It means his brain hasn't developed as fast as his body has, so he hasn't learned to talk yet, and he can get quite worked up if something changes in his life which is why he stays in his room most of the time as he's comfortable there as he doesn't get on with new people very well."

"Like me?" I asked, somewhat self-cantered.

Rory nodded, "Exactly, me and mum had to get him used to the idea of you coming over before you could actually come. Sorry about that."

I said that it didn't matter, as well, it didn't. But there was something else as well, that did. At least it did to me.

"The main thing is that Tyler doesn't like to think of himself as different from other boys his age even though he obviously is. So if he were to see you then he'd probably wonder why you weren't wearing nappies and he was."

"He wears nappies?" I asked, quickly realising how that could have sounded so I quickly backup the foot-in-mouth express by adding, "and it confusing him that I don't?"

"Exactly. Well at least that's the theory. I'm not so sure, as he's okay with me, and I obviously don't wear nappies," Rory, lifted the front of his t-shirt so he could flick the top of his boxers, just to make sure that I knew what he meant.

If Rory had invited any other fourteen year old to his house and told him that, then the story would have probably have ended right there, but as you know, I'm far from being any other kid, and already my mind was spinning with a plan.

"Why don't we try an experiment?" I suggested on my next visit, when the subject got around to my meeting Tyler so he would have some company his own age. Okay, so I suggested that too, so I'd have an opening for my idea but it worked, so who's interested in the details.

"What? Really? You'd do that?" Explained Rory once I'd explained my idea to him.

"Sure, anything to help," I shrugged like it was nothing, which it was to me as after all I'd done it all before, with Cole, only Rory didn't know that as he wouldn't have seen the photos that were passed around my family which is why he said what he said next.

"You'd actually wear nappies, just to make him more comfortable around you."

"Yeah, sure, if it helps."

"Won't that be, you know, embarrassing for you?"

It was a reasonable question for which I'd prepared a reasonable answer. "Nobody knows me around here, so what does it matter, if anyone sees me in them? Anyway, you and your parents are used to seeing one teenager in nappies, so doubt they'd be too bothered about seeing another. And Seth will just get used to it."

"Seth? Your cousin? Why would he see you in nappies?"

I had this one covered too, "Well I was thinking that we'd have to make sure that Tyler always saw me in them, or else he'd get upset that something had changed, so it would probably be best if I wore nappies all the time I was around the house. Even outside just to make sure as you said Tyler sometimes looks out the window."

Rory was silent for a moment, giving me that awkward moment that i often get when I explain my plan for the first time, when I'm not sure if I've taken it too far or not. Thankfully, this was an 'or not' occasion.

"I'll have to ask my mum," Rory said, to which I added that, if Mrs. Ulric agreed then perhaps she could talk to Seth to get him to go along with it too as after all I guess Mrs. Ulric would have, or know where to get, everything that I'd need for my plan.

It was all arranged much faster than even I could have imagined, so much so that by the time I got home for lunch Seth was sitting there in the kitchen already surrounded by several bags from a medical supply store that I knew contained the nappies and other things that I would be wearing. Only there did seem to be quite a lot of them.

"You did know that Tyler Ulric doesn't wear disposable nappies, didn't you Matt?" Seth asked, with what could well have been a smile on his face, if that was indeed possible.

"I don't know how to put these on," I mumbled pulling out one of the thick bundles of cloth from the bag.

"I do."

That surprised me, no end, but it turned out that back a few years Seth actually used to babysit the Ulric boys, so had actually changed Tyler's nappies himself, which had to be about the most interesting thing that I'd learned about him since I'd moved in. It also bought up an interesting possibility for me to extend my plan.

"So you could put the nappies on me then?"

Seth gave me an odd look. "I guess I could. Why?"

I repeated pretty much what I'd told Rory only with a bit more added about how I would be more realistic if I wore the nappies a lot more of the time, especially if I wasn't able to change myself.

"I guess that makes sense," Seth still had that odd look. "So when do you want to start?"

"You've got everything here, right. So how about now?"

Again there was the pause while someone thought about my plan, but as nearly always happens, he was soon suggesting that we go upstairs.

"Right then," Seth unpacked the bags we'd bought up between us, "Put his on the bed for a changing mat, then get on it and we'll get started."

So far so good and a minute or two later I found myself stark naked on a changing mat, with only my hands for coverage while Seth took several attempts to get the cloth nappies into the shape he wanted before he told me to raise up my middle so he could slide them underneath me.

The nappies were all soft and fluffy on my skin, feeling very nearly as cool as the powder did when Seth liberally sprinkled that over the area that was soon to be covered by the nappy. The smell instantly taking me back to all those times with Cole, that had started everything I'd been through since then.

"I'm going to use several pins on either side just to make sure nothing falls off. Babies normally get one or two, but you're bigger," He said that whilst looking directly down between my legs which was interesting and something I was certainly going to be saving up for use later, should the occasion arise.

Nothing much else was said, as the nappy was pulled up between my legs and around my hips, before Seth fastened in the remaining pins. Clearly he knew what he was doing as the nappy felt every bit as tight as any I'd worn before.

The plastic pants followed, with tight elastic at the leg openings and waistband, that dug in slightly, as they provided a good seal, prompting a question from Seth.

"Are you really going to use the nappies?"

"Yes, I have to, or else Tyler won't believe that I really wear nappies. Rory says that Tyler notices everything like that."

Actually Rory had said no such thing, and it was perfectly possible that Seth knew this, but he said nothing, just got back to what he was doing. His finger running along the edges of the leg openings, and then around the waist, to check for leaks.

"Okay that's done. What else are you going to wear?"

It was a good question and although a shirt wasn't going to be a problem, trousers were, as nothing I had with me was ever going to fit over the largeness of the nappies I now wore. This, wasn't actually something I'd thought about.

"You don't really need any trousers, I guess," Seth did that near smile thing again, "After all Tyler doesn't wear any, and at least this way, he'll be in no doubt that you're wearing a nappy."

He had a good point. However there was something else too. "But everyone will see me."

"So," he responded, "It's not like you're shy and as you told Mrs. Ulric, you don't know anyone around here so who's going to know."

Don't you just hate it when your own plan comes back to bite you in the bum. Even if your bum is so heavily covered in nappies that you probably wouldn't even feel that bite?

Anyway, Seth left me to my thoughts, the first of which was to see what I looked like. There was no mirror in the room I was in so I had to walk out onto the hall to get a look at myself and I have to say that I really liked what I saw. The thickness of the nappies gave me a baby-like roundness in the middle from any angle, while my still hairless legs, added to the delusion that I was rather younger than I actual was. All in all, I rather liked what I saw.

Finished looking at myself I decided it was time for everyone else to see me, so downstairs I went, not at all surprised to find that Seth had once more gone up to his room to study, so that just left it for me to walk out of the door and into the street, with no trousers on, just a big bulky nappy, and crinkling plastic pants.

It's an odd thing to say after all the stuff I'd already done but it was strange just how self conscious I felt as I walked along the road towards the Ulric house. It's not as if there was even anyone there. No one was walking. No one was driving past. There was nothing. No one anywhere, which was really something of a disappointment, and yet still I felt self conscious about what I was doing.

Arriving at the Ulric house, Rory opened the door just as I'd been about to knock, so clearly he'd been waiting for me. "Have you used them yet?" was the first thing he said, looking right at my nappies.

"No!"

"Oh right but you'll let me know when you have won't you as mum says that it wouldn't be right for her to change you like she does Tyler so I'm going to have to do it. Hope you don't mind?"

I didn't. I mean I really didn't. I hadn't even thought that Mrs. Ulric might be the one changing my nappies at their house, and the last thing I wanted was a women looking at, and messing about with me, down there. Another boy doing it though. Now that was another matter entirely.

We went into the house straight to Rory's bedroom where he finally got around to asking why I wasn't wearing any trousers to which I gave the simple reply that I didn't have any big enough but that I'd have to get some in case we went out anywhere.

"You'd have to wear the same nappies nearly all day in that case," Rory said matter of facty while he checked me out, "In fact we probably should have done that anyway. Wait there."

He disappeared into the hall for a moment and I could hear him rummaging around in a nearby closet, and then returned with some really thick flannel diapers and plastic pants that were great deal heavier than the ones I was already wearing.

"These are Tyler's overnight nappies, but you could wear them during the day, and then get some even thicker ones for nighttime if you need them."

Thicker? was all I heard of that. Thicker than the nappies I already had on. How would that work? I never got to ask though as ROry finally suggested the one thing that I'd wanted to do for ages.

"Come on, Tyler's having his nap now, so we should be okay to go into his room and we can use his table to get you changed."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised but Tyler's room was more like a babies than a teenagers. It was decorated with little fluffy animals, while Tyler himself was asleep in a large metal sided crib in the corner. The reason for this being that he shifted around so much in his sleep that he tended to fall out of a regular bed.

"Get up on the table, Matt, and I'll get you changed."

I did as I was asked, even though I still hadn't used the nappy I had on. I even lifted my middle up so the plastic pants could be pulled down without being asked, perhaps showing a little too much knowledge about what was going on, not that I had time to think about that as Rory was already making short work of the nappies themselves, until those too were gone.

He didn't give a second glance to my nudity, just instantly slid the new nappy under me. "It's pre folded, so much easier," he whispered in a hushed voice. "Two layers of flannel and four additional layers of terry cloth down the centre to make sure that it gets everything."

Rory sounded very much like the nappy expert then I guess he would have had to become one seeing that he was surrounded by the things all the time. However the one thing that I noticed, and which he didn't mentioned, was that this nappy came a lot higher on me than the other one had. That had finished pretty much at my waist, as you'd expect but this one came up almost all the way to the bottom of my rib cage, right over the top of my belly button. It did the same thing at the back as well, which felt really strange, but there was no way I could make a fuss now, not when it had been my idea all along.

The plastic pants were pulled up sealing me in, and then I had to slip from the table so Rory could check everything was tucked in. Funny thing was the nappies were so thick between my legs that it was tricky to keep my balance. Yet, whenever I did move the plastic pants, which were indeed a lot thicker than those I'd taken off, made a lot more noise. The sort of noise that no one would be able to ignore.

"Erm, you're never going to be able to hide those under trousers," Rory announced when he had a look at me, which wasn't something I'd noticed. "Mind you, you should probably practise walking around in them for a bit as you don't look all that comfortable."

He was right too. I wasn't all that comfortable. There was just so much stuff between my legs, that walking was awkward, and as for keeping my balance that was more by luck than judgement, as we headed out of the room.

"We'll go get a snack downstairs, while mum wakes Tyler up and then you can go meet him."

Mrs. Ulric was waiting in the kitchen with drink and snacks already prepared. As soon as she saw me, she couldn't stop thanking me enough for what I was doing which really made me feel guilty seeing that I was really doing it for my own twisted reason, but at the same time it did feel good – a different sort of good – to think that I was possibly helping someone out at the same time.

A short while later Rory and I were back in Tyler's room, and this time he was awake. Well I say awake as it was pretty difficult to tell, given that he was just sitting there staring out of the window, not even turning around when we both went in or even when he said hello and Rory introduced me.

"What do we do?" I whispered, feeling somewhat lost for the first time.

"We stay so he can get used to you," Rory looked around the floor at the various toys that were scattered, "Let's play with his village, and see if he joins in."

It was tricky for me to sit on the floor, as I wasn't used to doing so without putting my legs together, but once down it was actual fun to play with the little wooden village, especially pushing the cars around the roadways we made. Naturally there were a lot of crashes, but all in a PG rating, so nothing to startle Tyler. That said though it wasn't long before both Rory and I were doing all the sound effects, of revving engines and screeching brakes. All the time though, Tyler continued to ignore us. Or so I thought anyway.

"That was great boys," Mrs. Ulrich smiled when we came out of the room. "I know it looked like Tyler wasn't paying you any attention but that's a good thing, as I half expected him to have a tantrum just from you being in there Matt. So seeing you in nappies really must have helped."

She continued on like that, thanking me in just about every other sentence, which gave me that mixture of guilty and doing good feelings, that I really wasn't used to , but was getting to rather like.

—11 and three 10 yo—

I walked into the living room of the strange house much more calmly than most boys would have when they were wearing a little girl's dress but then I'd been wearing dresses for nearly a couple of weeks by then I was becoming more and more natural at it, which is what this particular test was all about.

Sitting in the room were three girls of about the age I was dressed, all sitting there holding their dolls, watching some movie that, to me looked like nothing but pink shapes floating about on an also pink background but which was holding them rapt.

"Hello, I'm Matilda!" I said in my best girl voice, adding a little curtsy, just as I'd practised.

The girls all turned to see who had come in, watching while I walked further into the room, to where Jody and Karl, along with some of Karl's sisters who were looking after them for the day, were watching. Not one of them suspected a thing right up until the point they were told I was actual a boy.

For a second there was a stunned silence then as one the three girls were up on their feet and running over to me all shouting questions at the same time. Comments about how pretty my dress was. How the bows in my hair didn't make it look like a boy's hair cut at all. And one even asked if I was wearing knickers.

Thankfully, Karl who was used to being surrounded by girls himself, realised I was struggling under the onslaught and stepped into rescue me, just like a good little cub scout should.

Soon the girls were all sat back on the sofa again, the movie still playing but they'd totally forgotten it as they were told another story about a boy who volunteered to take the female lead in his cousin's cub scout play, and how ever since then he'd been wearing girl's clothes to get used to the idea.

"What's he going to wear on stage?" one girl asked, but she was told that she'd have to wait until the play was on, before she saw it.

"He could join our brownie group? No one would know!" suggested another one, which was certainly something for me to think about, but for now I had more than enough going on, as the explanation continued about how I'd had to be taught to walk like a girl, to curtsy and how not to show off my frilly panties whenever I bent over, or crossed my legs.

When the story was finished Jody suggested that the girls get to asked me any questions they had, one at a time, so we could get that out of the way once and for all.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, I answered about what it was like for a boy to wear a dress (the same as a girl). If I wore frilly panties all the time (mostly), and so on. None of which were particular hard to answer, and with such an attentive audience it was tricky not to become carried away with my story telling. However, by the end of it, even I could see that the novelty of having a boy in a dress was starting to wear off on the girls, especially when the last question was: "What's for lunch?"

"Tell you what girls," Karl answered for me, "Why don't you all go and get changed, and we'll get the lunch sorted."

"Changed?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's a small pool in the garden. The girls love playing in it when they come over here," came the explanation, along with another question from one of the girls.

"Is Matilda going to come into the pool with us?"

Karl smiled at the girl, ignoring the look I was giving him, "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" they all shouted at a volume that really shouldn't have been possible from people that small.

"Well Matilda," Karl turned to me, "Do you fancy a dip in the pool?"

I didn't have to think about it for long. "I don't have my swim things."

"You could swim in your knickers," giggled one of the girls leaving it to Jody to come to my rescue.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said, pushing the little girls towards Karl's sisters who would supervise them changing.

When they were gone Karl walked over to me, saying that I could go swimming if I wanted, as he was sure there would be something I could wear somewhere in the house.

"I guess," I shrugged, "But it would have to be a girl's one, won't it, as I'm not meant to be dressing like a boy until the play."

Karl reminded me that this was my rule so that I could break it if I wanted to. Of course I didn't want to but rather than say that I told him that given I was wearing a frilly little girl dress already then how bad could a girl's bathing suit be.

Disappearing for a worrying short time, Karl soon came back carrying to bathing suits that he thought might fit me, suggesting that I try them both on, in the bath room just in case the girls came back.

It really didn't take me too long to decide which one i was going to wear, as one was much too big, leaving the very possible change that I everyone would know I was boy, given that my tackle would be hanging out. Which just left the one that was bright lavender (or pink if you prefer), with the picture of a fairy tale princess on the front, and those actual words written in a little arch above it. Thankfully it also had a little fluffy skirt that stuck out from the waist, which did something to hide where the bulge had my tackle not been held almost totally flat by what appeared to be a reinforced gusset.

"You sure you're okay wearing that Matt?" Jody used me real name, to check that he was really asking me and not 'Matilda'.

"Yeah, it's fine," I told him, "I'm going to pretend to be a girl on stage so I might as well get used to wearing their clothes."

It was the same excuse I'd been using since I'd started getting dressed up but again it worked, which is remarkable given that there really was no reason for me to be wearing a little princess bathing suit other than I wanted too.

"Okay, if you're sure," Jody shook his head, pointing me over to where the towels were, "the pool is that way."

Outside I soon discovered the pool was more of the paddling variety than the swimming one, being just about six feet across, and only a few inches deep. However around it had been arrange a bunch of garden furniture, which sort of made it look more than it really was. The girls were already there, making sure their dolls had the best seats. That is until they spotted me standing there.

Suddenly the air was filled with the sorts of squeals that you normally get before a multi-car pile up as everyone slams on their brakes and starts to skids. The girls though, making that noise, didn't even get close to stopping, as they stampeded towards me. And if you think that three little girls can't be classed as a stampede then you've never been on the receiving end of one. I thought I was a goner for sure.

Thankfully, Karl and Jody were on hand to step into the firing line, just in time to stop me from getting pounded into the grass. Which only left the noise to deal with.

"Oh you look so cute!" they squealed in a pitch that must have driven all the local dogs crazy.

"You're a little princess!" came another.

"Turn around so we can see how you look," That one was one of Karl's sisters, sitting beside the pool, smiling in a way that suggested I was cute enough to eat, or some such nonsense that girl's say.

"Oh you've got ruffles on your bum," giggled a small voice, that at least was within my hearing range.

"You really do look like a cute little cute girl," was the general opinion and yes, they did say 'cute' a lot. In fact it was in every sentence at least once.

"Lunch will be ready soon," was announced by someone, which meant the girls returned to the more serious activity of settling their dolls on the chairs before heading into the water.

"Come and join us!" they asked, but I was a little reluctant as after all I was rather bigger than they were, but a push in the small of my back from Jody, and what felt suspiciously like a tap on my bum from Karl, urged me forward until I had little choice but to put a foot in the cool waters.

Everything went great from then on in. I ended up sitting in the pool – something I was a touch nervous about given my tackle was stuffed down between my legs – and even got to eat there, with the cubs running around taking orders for all the girls. Not just the little ones in the pool with me, but the older ones too, leading to a comment that at least boys were useful for something, which made me laugh despite myself, largely due to the look on Jody's face.

Then it all went that little bit wrong.

It was about an hour or so later. The food had been finished and cleaned up. I was out of the pool by then, sitting on one of the chairs, surrounded by the other little girls, one of whom had even lent me their doll to play with. Naturally I had no idea how to play with a doll so they spent all their time telling me all the rules of what I was meant to do. Yes, there are rules for playing with dolls. Who knew?

Anyway, I was doing this with the little girls. The older girls were talking about something that made them giggle – I largely suspect this was me – as there were comments about 'where is it?' that were directed at the front of my swimsuit. Jody and Karl had been walking backwards and forwards between the garden and the house for sometime which is why no one really paid any attention to the two boys that strolled up the little garden party until one of them spoke.

"Hey do any of you girls know where Jody, or Karl are?"

All eyes turned towards them, a lot of those present instantly recognising them, as Leo and Max, who were part of Jody's cub pack, and a right pair of troublemakers, even at the age of ten.

Instantly the older girls, started to walk towards the boys, effectively detracting them from coming any further into the garden, as that would have taken them right up to the row of chairs on which I was sitting. Them seeing me in a Little Princess girls bathing suit, clearly would have taken a lot of explaining, not to mention embarrassment for everyone, especially me.

"The boys are inside," one of Karl's sister's said pointing towards the patio door. "There's no one but girls out here."

One of the little girls next to me giggled, but was thankfully ignored by the new comers, "Yeah we knew they wouldn't be out here. No boy wants to hang out with stupid girls anyway but even Jody's weird cousin."

The last part was a bit of a sting to me, even though I guess it was fairly accurate, as after all sitting around in a little girls bathing suit is a touch on the weird side and they didn't even know the half of it.

Thankfully, before we got into a complete battle of the sexes, which everyone but Leo and Max knew wasn't going t end too well for them, surrounded as they were, by girls many of whom were a lot older than them, Jody came out to see what they wanted.

"We need someone to help with some stuff for the play," explained Leo, "Can you come?"

Jody wasn't sure if he should, but Karl assured him that everything would be fine so he did, leaving me there with the girls as one of the girls, and do you know what. It was really quite fun.

—12 yo—

"I guess I have to get tied up now," I said to Quinn as night time started to fall, the night after I'd lost the bet I couldn't escaped from his knots.

"You don't have to," He pointed out, while at the same time looking a bit disappointed that I might not. Naturally I wasn't about to disappoint him. That wasn't my plan at all.

"It's okay," I got went over to the closet to take the shoe laces out of another pair of boots.

"I've got the ones from earlier."

"We need four. You'll see."

Rather than give him instructions this time about how to tie me up, I did the preliminary parts myself, moving around the bed, tying one end of each lace to the foot of the bed, leaving the other end on the mattress, which should have made it obvious what I wanted him to do. Only it didn't.

"How do you want to do this?" Quinn asked.

"Easy," I explained getting onto the bed, and rolling onto my stomach with my arms and legs spread out towards the corners. "I lay on the bed like this and then you tie the laces around my wrists and ankles."

He thought for a moment. "What about the blindfold and the gag?"

"Both of them. It's part of the dare."

Thankfully he didn't notice my mistake in calling it a dare rather than a bet, as he had other concerns. "What if you can't breath during the night?"

"It'll be fine, don't worry. Do you know what?"

"What?" his face paled, as thoughts I might have changed my mind crossed his head.

"Given it's so hot I think I'll do it with no clothes on."

"What clothes?" he asked, which was understandable, given we were just in our boxers, having already got ready for bed, even though that had just meant removing the shorts we'd put on for dinner.

"I mean naked."

Quinn's eyes grew so wide he could probably have seen right through me. If he were looking. "Naked? WHy?"

"That way it will be more like a punishment for loosing the challenge."

Okay, so now I was calling it a challenge, not a dare, and not even a bet, but still he didn't notice. Odd thing was, it now was a sort of challenge, but for him rather than for me, as I needed to see if he'd bulk at tying me up naked. If not then I would know that the rest of my plan was safe. And indeed it was. Not that I really doubted it for a moment. Not after the stuff I'd found he had hidden away.

"Go on then," he shrugged, "Get them off and lay down so I can get started."

Trying not to smile in too much of a triumphant way, I did what he'd said, only in the other order. Laying down on my front first, and only then working my boxers down my legs and tossing them into a corner, all without giving him the chance to look at my tackle, just in case my erection would make him realise just what I was up to.

"Tie the ropes around my feet, really tight so I won't be able to move too much!" I instructed as Quinn just stood there staring at my naked bum. To make it easier I moved me feet down to the end and sides of the bed, so there were on top of the laces, ready for him.

He did as he was asked and even a little bit more. Not content with just wrapping the lace around my ankle and knotting it off, he had the foresight to lean on my leg a bit so that his weight would compress the mattress slightly before doing the knot. Then when he got up there was even less slack in the cord than there would have otherwise been.

"Try that?" he asked.

I did, and my foot could barely move at all, as it was now pulled down into a grove in the mattress that I couldn't lift it out of.

"That's good," I said purposely boasting his ego, "You're great at tying me up."

Smiling to himself at the compliment, he did the same with my other foot spreading my legs apart in the process, and tying that down. Then, without me saying anything he went around the side of the bed, grabbed hold of my hand, pulling it both upwards and out, until it was stretched out as far as it could go. He then tied the lace tightly around my wrist, making sure, as he did so, to keep everything taut, with the knots totally out of my reach.

"Try that?" he repeated when he was finished, standing back to watch as I struggled against the ropes holding me stretched out naked on the bed.

"That's great," I told him and it wasn't flattery this time. It was great. Clearly the material he'd been hiding away had taught him some tricks after all.

"Now for the blindfold and gag?"

He phrased it as a question, but there was no need for me to answer, for he already had the socks we'd used last time in his hands, and was working out how to do it now I was in a different position. It pleasing me that he choose to do it the way he did.

Climbing onto the bed, Quinn sat astride my bare back, with the blindfold sock in his hand. To show cooperation, I raised my head up so he would have no trouble covering my eyes, and knotting it behind my head.

The gag sock was next and once more there were no questions. No waiting for instructions, he just reached around my head and shoved the knot in the centre of the sock into my mouth, and holding it there, while he fastened it behind my head in what felt like a double knot.

For a few moments nothing happened, then slowly Quinn climbed off my back, and the bed, to stand by the side, looking down at me. Some thoughts clearly going through his head as to what he was now going to do.

"I'm not going to let you go until the morning," he said, in a threatening voice, even though that had been the plan all along. Then he did something totally unexpected. He slapped my bum hard with his hand.

SMACK!

It was a shock. NOt that I got spanked, as that seems to happen a lot to me, but that it had happened even though it wasn't part of the plan. Perhaps there was just something about my bum that makes people want to spank it. Anyway, it made him giggle and made me jerk against the cords that held me, which didn't give way in the slightest. I also cried out, but without making a sound, which really seemed to make him smile.

Quinn didn't do anything else to me after that. He did go to back to the bathroom despite us both having gone before going to bed, and he was gone for a noticeable amount of time. Then when he returned, he turned off the light and got into his own bed without saying anything else.

Now it was time to really put on a show for him. But I had to be careful to get the timing right. I didn't want him to be wide awake, but I also didn't want him to be asleep and miss it.

The bed I was in was arranged – not by me, this is just how it was – so that the moonlight coming in through the bedroom window would play across it, which meant that it would also be highlighting my naked body with a glow that I hoped Quinn wouldn't be able to not stare at. Not that I'm connected or anything but I do look great naked. No, it's true I do. Why do you think so many people want to see me naked. Okay, that is connected, but that doesn't make it untrue either.

Anyway, I waited until I thought Quinn would be groggy and then I started the show.

The gag was tighter in my mouth than I hoped for this, so I couldn't make any noise, that would have woken him up other than some soft grunting, but I knew the creaking of the bed would, and sure enough it wasn't long before he was turning over in his bed to see what I was up to.

One thing would, I hoped become very obviously clear to him. That I wasn't trying to escape, but that at the same time I was still moving around a lot especially with the middle parts of my body, that were sliding themselves back and forth across the sheet covering the mattress. At the same time, my hips were pushing down into the sprung divan, in a way that would cause me bum to clench and then relax in what I hoped was an unmistakable demonstration of hands free wanking.

The show didn't last long, but then I knew it wouldn't as I'd been dying to do it for ages, but the ending was quite spectacular given it was driven by realism.

Suddenly – or so it would seem to Quinn – my back arched as much as it could, while I moaned a little louder into my gag, until after a couple of seconds or so, I collapsed back down onto the bed, where I finally became still.

—15, 8 and 7 yo—

I knocked on the door before entering, carrying my homework in front of me, my short trousered uniform neat and tidy, just like the work inside the book was as I presented it to Noah to check over.

"Are the answers correct?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Show me when they are marked, and they better be or else you know what will happen don't you?"

It was a rhetorical question as of course I did, given it was my idea in the first place to put myself back under punishment from a 1950s school.

"Good, now get to bed."

I glanced at the clock, "But it's only eight o'clock. Perry and Oscar are watching TV."

Noah looked up from his own homework, which it has to be said was a lot less messy than what I'd shown him, "They are, but you are the one being punished so you are going to go to bed at eight. In fact if you are not actually in your pyjamas and in bed, by eight then you will be punished, and no jumping into bed dirty with your teeth unbrushed, you understand."

"I wouldn't," I smiled, as that's just the very sort of thing that I would do, obviously.

"But," I glanced at the clock again, "It's already after eight now."

Noah did what I'd just done. "So it is, but I could let you off this once as you didn't know the rules."

"Rules are rules," I reminded him.

"Okay, in that case, bend over and touch your toes."

Smiling to myself, I turned tail presenting him with my short trousered clad rear, but didn't actually touch my toes, putting my hands on my bare knees instead, which still had the effect he was after, of pushing my bottom out and up.

I remained in position, watching between my own legs as Noah rummaged around for the plimsoll, which he soon found and put to work.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

Three times I was struck across the rear, which was more than enough to light my bum up and even to put tears into the corners of my eyes. It also put an erection in my underwear, as I headed up to bed, rubbing my bum, just like I imagined many a naughty boy had before me.

The following morning I feeling the benefits of such an early night, being up bright and early, washing myself and getting dressed up in my new unform so I could be the first down to breakfast where my Aunt complimented me on how smart I looked, before she rushed up to work leaving me waiting for my cousins to come down. However, just before they did I made a couple of small adjustments to my uniform. Nothing major, just a small test to see if Noah was taking my new situation seriously enough, or not.

The two smaller boys arrived first, eagerly taking their places at the table where I served them with their favourite cereal, or rather piles of sugar with a grain or two buried in all that hyper activity. Noah followed a few minutes later, looking like as rough as any teenager does any time before noon.

I repeated my waiter services, feeling not unlike a school meal monitor, giving Noah a decent start to the day, while he slowly came around to the land of the living all the while ignoring the constant chatter of his siblings although he did eventually break into their jibber-jabber to ask them a question. About me.

"How does Matthew's uniform look this morning boys?"

I stepped out from behind the table so they could have a good look, standing with my hands clasped behind my back.

"His socks are wonky," spotted Oscar, with Perry providing the other issue.

"So's his tie."

Hastily I fixed all three items, as leaving them like that had been driving me mad, as they just ruined the entire look of the uniform.

"Well done boys," Noah, congratulated his brothers, before turning his attention to me, "Come here Matthew."

Noah pushed his chair back from the table, leaving his lap clear and inviting for me to lay across which I soon did, however it wasn't my bum that came in for punishment this time, but my thighs, right at the point where they emerged from the hems of the shorts.

A loud, stinging smack, landed on either of my inner thighs, where it left a bright red imprint of my cousin's hand, when I was once more standing up while the little lads looked on, with their mouths gapping open even though it wasn't the first time they'd seen me punished. So I decided to put them at their ease.

"I deserved that," I told them, "A schoolboy in shorts should always be neat and tidy, and when he isn't he should be punished, so it was right for you to tell me what I did wrong as, how else will I learn?"

The two little lads continued to stare mostly at the marks on my legs, until Perry asked the question that was clearly on both their minds. "Don't boys just get spanked on their bums?"

"Not if they are wearing shorts," I answered before Noah could, not that he probably could have, "When they are, their legs are bare so that they can be slapped, but of course when they are really naughty they get spanked on their bottoms."

"Or slippered," put in Oscar, remembering a few days earlier.

"Indeed," I agreed, adding that there were other things they could be punished with as well.

"Like what?"

I gave them a list of the most commonly used items, some of which they knew, but most of which came as a surprise to them. Naturally I left one to the end.

"A cane! Like in the garden holding up Mummy's tomatoes?"

"Similar, only they have to be a special sort so they won't break when they're being used and put splitters in places you don't want splitters."

The boys shifted on their seats at the thoughts I was putting in their head, but it was Noah's head where I really wanted the idea to take, so I turned to him and suggested that he'd best order them soon, just in case.

"Really?" he asked, "You think you'll need them?"

"I'm sure of it," I smiled, "And there's one other thing too."

"What's that?"

"I think you should put me permanently back into shorts, even at school."

I saw alarm flickering across the faces of the little lads, as the thought of that scared even them at their age, whereas I was sort of looking forward to it. Noah though wasn't so sure.

"Is that even allowed?"

"There's nothing in the rules about it," I explained, having throughly checked during the last few days, "In fact shorts are still part of the official uniform, as they always have been. It's only long trousers that have been added to it."

Of course, Noah felt he had to point out that no one actually wore shorts at the school we both went too, and even Oscar and Perry, said the same about their junior school, even though some of the infants did, but those apparently didn't count, as they were still longer than the shorts I had on.

"In that case," Noah finally concluded, "Then I guess you'll be going to school in shorts."

I couldn't wait.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

The next morning I was woken up by Gerry shouting from downstairs. "Get up Matt, use the toilet and then get down here."

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen finding all three brothers sitting at the empty table, starting at me with expectant eyes.

"Your turn to do breakfast," Gerry announced, "In fact every day is your turn, so you'd best start getting up earlier, as you don't want to keep us waiting."

I stood for a moment, wondering what to get them, before it dawned on my that I should probably just ask, so I did, ending up taking three totally different instructions, that would have caused a headache for the world's best chef. Still as some of it was impractical at best – Ian's Easter Egg order being somewhat tricky in the middle of summer – thing eventually got pared down to a more standard three way cereal, toast and juice combo.

"Good job Matt. How about a reward?"

It was a trick question of course. I didn't need his little brothers giggling to tell me that. Still I was interested to see if Gerry would stay within the punishment framework I'd created, or if he was going to go off topic.

He didn't.

"Look what I found for you," he smiled pulling out what had once been a single ping pong paddle from under the table where it must have been on his lap right the way through breakfast. "It's even got your name on it."

The inscription was far from professional, unless they'd started using large felt-tip pens, but the idea was good. Right in the middle of the bare wooden surface of the paddle, where the rubbed padding had been removed, was written my name, in quite ornate capitol letters of Gerry's handwriting. Beneath that, and above, his brothers had added their own words, in a less practised hand. Heath having put the word "FOR" at the top while Ian had written "BUM" at ironically enough the bottom. His lettering becoming slightly shakier as it continued, no doubt due to his giggling at the word he was asked to write.

"It says 'FOR MATT'S BUM' on it!" the little lad repeated, adding in the missing apostrophe and letter without realising he was doing it. Heath though had something else to say. Something that made me flinch.

"I got dibs to go first."

Of course the ten year old didn't mean that he was going to get the initial spanking with it, but rather that he was going to give that, and I was going to take it. Not that there was any argument from anyone else on that matter, for a few seconds later Heath's chair was pushed back from the breakfast table and I was bent over his lap.

WHACK!

The first spank was hard, although not as hard as the hairbrush had been. All the same Heath wasn't going to let me off easy, and had even discovered himself a new way to make things last longer, as well as to make my bum feel like it was on fire. This he did by alternatively spanking slowly, one blow at a time, at random points on my behind and then suddenly switching to a sudden flurry of blows all on the same spot, that really smarted. And I never knew which was coming next, or where it would land.

When Heath was finally finished I went straight into my bum rubbing dance around the kitchen, much to the amusement of both him and his brothers, although only Ian allowed himself to giggle out loud.

"That's the morning spanking out of the way. Let's go into the living room and work out what we're going to do today."

I still had a bit of cleaning up to do, so it was a few minutes before I joined the brothers in the main room, where I wasn't really that surprised to see my special chair waiting for me.

"Have a seat Matt," smiled Gerry, as his brothers tried not to giggle.

The peg looked like it had been recently greased up, which explained why Gerry was holding a piece of kitchen roll in his hand. And for that I was grateful as it had been one of my worries, regarding the peg chair, that they'd either forget to lubricate it, or wouldn't let me do it, which I knew from experience would be very uncomfortable indeed, if not actually dangerous.

All eyes were on me, as I turned myself around and slowly lowered myself onto the peg. No one saying a word, despite grinning widely until I was able to remove my hands from the sides of the chair, denoting that I was fully embedded on it. Mind you the gasp I made as my recently paddled bum came into contact with the unforgiving wooden seat should have also told them that.

For the next hour or so the boys talked amongst themselves, with little or no interaction from me, even though I was subject of nearly everything they said. Most of this was about the chores they could get me to do around the house, both inside and out, with only a couple being vetoed by Gerry as too dangerous, or more likely to get them into trouble than they were to embarrass or humiliate me.

Then they decided to go shopping.

"He can't go out like that," Ian exclaimed at the suggestion, going so far as to point out what was probably the most obvious thing of all. "He's naked."

"In that case why don't you go and get the coat, like we talked about then," muttered Gerry, clearly annoyed with the younger boy's memory lapse.

The coat wasn't mine as I hadn't bought one with me, and give it's size it had to be an old one of Gerry's as it would have swamped his kid brothers. Not that it was all that big, as I discovered when I put it on. My wrists making it clear through the sleeves, while the bottom hem, which should have reached my knees, only made it to the upper side of my thighs. Still it would keep me decent. For all of five minutes until Gerry pulled off the bottom three buttons.

"People will see his cage?" Heath explained before Ian could ask, "So he'll have to keep his hands in his pockets or the coat will flap open."

I had no idea why we were going to the shops. At first I considered it being a bluff, something to scare me, that they'd take me out nearly naked, just like I'd laid out in the rules. Of course when I'd written that I never thought they'd do it. But they did.

We walked down to the bus stop, just four ordinary looking kids, but for the fact I was wearing a coat in summer, and was showing rather a lot of leg. Still no one seemed to guess I was nude underneath it, but then why would they. That sort of thing didn't happen. That didn't prevent me from thinking that everything thought that.

Sitting on the bus was out of the question, the coat was just too short, so I had to stand while the other three climbed into a seat together, for a ride that proved to be rather uneventful.

Eventually we got to the small town, while it's somewhat limited supply of shops, finding it not at all surprising that the little kids headed for the sweet shop first, but when I went to enter Gerry stopped me, pointing to the sign. "ONLY THREE SCHOOL AGE CHILDREN ALLOWED AT ANY ONE TIME!" it read meaning I was going to have to stay outside.

It seemed to take forever for the sweets to be chosen, and even longer for them to be paid for, while all the time people walked up and down the pavement outside the shop, occasionally glancing over to me, with puzzled looks but none of them saying anything.

"You waited then," laughed Ian through a mouthful of something bright orange that screamed 'sugar rush'.

"Come on, we've one more thing to do before we go home," Gerry walked passed me, not waiting for either me or his brother to catch up, which we did sometime later.

Running with your hands in your pockets really isn't all that easy, especially when you can feel the cool air blowing around your bare bottom whenever the back of the coat flaps up should you go too fast, which is why I was later getting to the small park bench where Gerry finally sat down.

"You're last," he said, "So you have to take a fore fit."

At once Heath piped up. "My turn!"

His brother agreed. "Yes it is. Did you bring something?"

From the pocket of his overly large jeans, the ten year old produced, of all things, a short handled wooden spoon. "I got this."

As soon as I saw it I knew what it was for. I was about to get another spanking. Only this one would be right in the middle of the local park. Thankfully there weren't any people about, but all the same, this would be the first time I'd be spanked in public, and I wasn't looking forward to it. Although at the same time I was. But that's just me.

"Over my knee," Heath instructed, once his brothers had moved up to either end of the bench to make room, for me to bend over his lap.

No sooner was I in place than he put his right leg across the backs of both of mine so that I wouldn't be able to get up, positioning my rear into the perfect spanking position, just as he'd been told.

By this time the too short coat I was wearing had already raised up to show most of my bottom, so it didn't take much of a tug to pull it right the way up to my waist, to bare my entirely. At which point Heath got down to work.

The wide, flat head of the wooden spoon came down hard on my right cheek, with all the ten year old's strength, making me yelp, which I would continue to do as the smacks continued to reign down on my bum, until it was totally on fire, and about as hot as anything that wooden spoon would have been used to stir before.

"Wow, his bum is really red!" commented a voice that at first I thought was Ian's only he was on the other side of me.

Turning my head from staring at the ground, I saw a paid of scruffy trainers standing just in front of me, that turned out to belong to a boy I'd never seen before, holding a football. And he wasn't alone.

"That's got to hurt."

"He must have been really bad."

These were two of the comments that the small group of about five or six potential footballs said, as Heath made sure my bottom was well and truly punished for coming last in a race I didn't even know I had been in.

When the spanking was over, and I was laying worn out over my little cousin's lap, one of the watching lads asked if my bum was as hot as it looked. Now if he'd asked me I could have told him that it was, but he hadn't he'd asked Gerry who he'd rightly assumed was in charge. What he didn't expect though was for Gerry to suggest that he find out for himself, but touching it.

For a few minutes, I felt dozens of small hands first feeling my bottom, but eventually growing boulder, so that they were soon giving it little smacks of their own, or even pinching it, just to see the change in colour.

"That's enough now," commanded Gerry eventually, easing the boys back from me, and then helping me up to my feet.

Naturally the first I did when I was able was to snap my hands around to my rear to ease the burning there, leading me to do the usual spanking dance from one foot to the other, which caused the coat to fly about.

"He's got something on his willy!" one of the lad's noticed, drawing the attention of all the others to the cage I was still wearing.

When they were told why – or at least the version of why that my cousins knew – they instantly snapped their own hands between their legs. The one who'd been carrying the football dropping it in the process, as they all pulled faces and made sounds that made it clear they'd have taken that as a worse punishment than the spanking. I think I agreed with them.

Once the boys realised their ball was rolling down towards the road, they instantly lost interested in what I was wearing, oddly without realising I was naked under the coat, as saving their ball from being flattened became the focus of their attention.

We left the park, a short while later, heading back to the bus stop. My hands back in my pockets, to prevent the coat from opening up to show the cage locked around my tackle, which was now slightly sticky as I'd already discovered that it was perfectly possible for a boy to climax without having an erection, which had been most unexpected.

Naturally, I choose to stand on the bus for the returned trip even though it was practically empty apart from the four of us so there would have been no one to see anything I exposed. However, the rough fabric that upholstered the seats wouldn't have done my bum any favours whatsoever, plus there was the matter of the no sitting down rule, that I wasn't about to get another spanking for breaking as I wouldn't have put it past Gerry to spank me on the bus. At least I hoped it wasn't.

—13 yo girl—

"Do you know what happens when a girl doesn't have her gym kit?" Bailey asked me even though I had no clue, given that I'd only been going to the private school where she was the head girl, for a few hours. Hours in which I'd been dressed as a reception class girl, and spanked in front of my new classmates, on the navy blue knickers I was wearing beneath the dress.

"The answer is that they get to wear something from the lost and found cupboard, but I've already done that for you, so here you go."

I was expecting to be given a skirt and t-shirt like the other girls had changed into while I'd been forced to wait outside, but instead, what I found myself holding was a leotard.

"Put this on and then join us in the gym. Come on girls."

Suddenly I found myself all alone in the girl's changing room, wondering what to do about the unexpected turn my little self nominated entrapment had taken.

Leotards weren't new to me, of course, but all the same this one looked a bit on the small side, yet it was clearly labelled as being my size, or at least the size of a ten year old girl, which would do.

Without even thinking to check the door I stripped myself out of the junior girl's uniform I was wearing. Unbuttoning the dress down the front, so there was enough room to get my arms out, before I pulled it up over my head, exposing the vest and knickers I wore beneath.

Folding everything up neatly on one of the benches I contemplated leaving my borrowed underwear on, but soon worked out that I'd have to remove it, in case it showed up lines inside the leotard or perhaps worse, bits peeked out.

Naked now, I pulled the leotard this way and that, as I worked out how to put my legs into the holes, before I pulled it up my long lean legs, and around my waist. From there it was a simple matter of working my arms in and then squirming about a bit, with the occasional tug, in order to get it up onto my shoulders.

Something wasn't quite right – I mean other than I was wearing a girl's leotard obviously. The leotard felt too loose around the neck, which turned out to be due to there being a small zip at the back, that was undone. It was only around six inches [15 cm] long, and rather small which made it tricky for me to be able to fasten it, no matter how much I attempted to contort myself. In the end I just had to settle for it being about half closed, and be done with it.

Being a girls changing room there were full length mirrors on the wall, rather than the head height ones you get in boys room, so I had a nice look at what I looked like which was a bit surprising to say the least.

The leotard hugged me everywhere it touched, which was just about everywhere, but around the neck. There were no sleeves, and was just cut off at the shoulders, leaving my entire arms bare. There was a white trim around all the openings, that sort of outlined the leotard at the arms, legs and neck. Thankfully it wasn't so tight as to restrict my movements. In fact if anything the lightness of the material, and the way it moved with me, rather gave me more movement than I would have had, even in my own clothes.

Turning in front of the mirror I examined my body from all angles, checking out the shape the leotard either gave me, or made more obvious. None more so than around the back, where it pulled my bum up, into two twin mounds that appeared to jut out from the back of my body, in a way that certainly didn't happen at the front, where thanks to a reinforced gusset there was nothing to indicate my gender at all.

That's what I was checking out when Bailey came to tell me to into the gym.

Naturally as soon as I walked out into the I was met with shrieks of laughter, from the girls who'd been lined up in two separate cues ready to play whatever it was that we were going to do. This went on for what felt like an age with Bailey just standing by until finally she blew her whistle loud enough to stop a rock concert and everything went silent.

"Today we are playing volleyball. The new girl can join the left team."

I went in the direction I was pointed, heading for the back of one of the lines, where hopefully I'd be out of sight. However as soon as I walked passed Bailey she spotted something wrong with the leotard.

"Hang on, you're not wearing that right!"

Stepping behind me, she deftly found that tiny zip in the back of my leotard, and pulled it all the way so, so that I could feel the material fitting ever so more snuggly around my chest and shoulders, but also pulling up against my tackle, until it was all pulled perfectly all over my frame.

Of course, given that I'd been unable to get that zip done up on my own, also lead to the distinct possibility that I wouldn't be able to undo it either, meaning that I would be impression in the leotard until someone helped me out of it, which was an interesting predicament, I hadn't counted on when I started all this, although I get the impression that Bailey had.

In a short while the game started. I wasn't too sure of the rules as none of the schools I'd actually gone to played volleyball but it didn't seem too complicated, just hit the big ball over the high net, although this did include rather a lot of jumping, which was a lot easier in a leotard than it would have been in the baggy shorts and t-shirt I'd have normally worn for gym.

Naturally, I got a lot of funny looks, as you'd expect for a fourteen year old boy wearing a little girl's leotard, and there were especially a lot of giggles whenever I had to bend over to pick the ball up. In fact I'm pretty sure a couple of the girls did that on purpose just so I'd have to bend over, and show off the redness of my bum from the spanking I'd earlier got. The leotard hardly being enough to cover all of my bum checks all of the time.

Being a boy, being stared at by girls I was especially conscious about how my tackle looked in the tight material but I really shouldn't have bothered for there was very little there to be seen, which did cause some nudges between the girls and even a bit of pointing but they were all too well bought up – or scared of Bailey – to say anything.

Funny thing was, that despite all of this the leotard was fairly comfortable to wear. The only exception being that from time to time I had to keep repositioning it around my bum, from whenever it rode up into my crack. This lead to me forever sticking my fingers into the material and pulling it back down across my bum. At first I attempted to do this at times when no one was looking at me, but soon I just did it whenever I had to.

Thankfully the lesson wasn't a long one, just half an hour or so, a fair bit of which had been taken up with changing, both at the start and again at the end, which made me wonder why they even bothered. All the same, once the final whistle was blown I was surprised to find out that my team had actual won, although I had no idea how, or why but still, it made me feel rather better about what was going on.

Without really thinking about it, I followed the other little girls – and yes I was starting to think about myself as being one of them – only to be stopped at the door, when Bailey suddenly appeared, as if my magic behind me.

"Where do you think you're going?" She said over my shoulder, while at the same time, and totally hidden from the view of everyone else in the room, her hands moved about over my rear. "You can't go in there. YOu're not a girl, yet!"

The small girls laughed, along with their leader, which was a bit embarrassing, although not as much as it could have been as a lot of them were clearly only laughing for fear of what Bailey might do if they didn't. Not that this was too much comfort seeing that I was literally in her clutches right then.

"GO and grab your uniform and you can get changed in the boy's changing room."

I let out a sigh of relief about that, so quickly did what I was told, only once I got to the deserted room on the other side of the corridor I realised that I couldn't actually get changed. I spent a few minutes trying to get to the zip on the back, but I just couldn't do it. Not without someone else's help.

For a while I thought about putting the junior school girl's uniform on over the leotard, but rightly figured that was probably against the rules, plus I hardly wanted to wear the leotard home, so there was nothing for it. I was going to have to ask someone to release me.

"Come here, little girl. I'll do it," Announced Bailey, to the room of now dressed girls, once she'd made me ask in a voice loud enough for them all to hear.

Walking towards her, I stopped a foot or two away and turned my back and waited but Bailey wasn't in a hurry. Eventually though, Bailey put her hand on the top of my left shoulder, and then ran his right hand over the top of the back until she could find the zip.

It was a simple action and one that made perfect sense in the circumstances yet all the same it made me feel completely strange. There was just something about the closeness between her and me that I'd never felt before. At least not from a girl anyway.

However the moment – whatever it was – got totally broken when, once the zip was down, Bailey dropped her hand down and patted me on the bum, telling me to hurry back to get changed as I didn't want to be late for my next lesson as little girls who are late, get spanked on their knickers.

Oh Great

—15 and 5 yo—

Cole wasn't so sure about my latest idea even though it was a natural extension of the things we'd been doing for weeks by this point, even since he'd caught me that first time wearing his little brother's nappy. Now I was spending nearly all my time wearing one, with Cole doing most of my changes as and when they were required. However, he had some doubts about doing so in front of other people. Especially at a six year old's birthday party.

"It will be fine," I tried to convince him, "Everyone there is going to be dressed up, it's a fancy dress party."

"But they're all little kids," he'd countered pointing out that he wasn't wearing anything but his normal clothes.

"Yeah and I'll be dressed like one," I laughed, "Don't worry everyone will think it's cute that you got into the spirit of things by being my 'Daddy', and we can always say it was to help Daryl out, as usual."

"I guess," he'd sighed and I knew I had him, even when I went to explain about the other things I wanted to wear as part of my costume.

ON the day of the party everything was ready in my room and I probably could have got myself ready, but Cole was keen to help, and I was keen to let him. Obviously.

Laying back on what was now MY changing mat I was stark naked, having just had a long hot bath where I'd soaked in a baby safe bubble bath that gave me skin this wonderful glow. Between my legs was a pile of baby powder, that both covered my tackle, and filled the room with the smell of a nursery, as Cole sorted out the nappy I was going to be wearing for the party.

It was new one, purchased just for this occasion. Disposable, but thick, with extra strong tapes that wouldn't give way easily. Raising my bum from the changing mat, I waited while Cole slid it underneath me. Spreading my legs, I waited while he pulled it up over the talcum mountain, where he held it firmly in place with one hand, while the other bought up one of the sides, followed by the other.

When both sides were in place, Cole made the final tightness adjustments, before pulling everything as taunt as he could before he started to fasten down the tapes.

The packaging on the new nappy stated that plastic pants weren't needed but all the same I insisted that they were used and even choose which pair of the several that I now had access too. These being the noisiest and most crinkles that I had, just to make sure they wouldn't go unnoticed as the last thing I wanted was to be wearing a nappy in front of other people and to have no one noticed. Now that would have been a disaster.

There wasn't a lot more to my costume. Originally I'd wanted to go just in the nappy and plastic pants, but Cole had thought that too obvious, suggesting that I wear the footed sleeper as that made me look babyish. However, I had an idea from something that was even more babyish. A onsie.

Of course there was no where I could get a real baby onsie to fit a teenager, no matter how small and underdeveloped he was. Heck I couldn't even find one that would have fit Daryl, not that the five year old would have ever have been seen dead in one. So I'd had to improvise.

The solution came from a sports store. A onsie was an all in one garment, that was put on like a shirt and then fastened between the legs, to give access for nappy changing without having to take everything off. Once on though it looked very much like a leopard, as it showed all the legs, as well as the arms, only covering the trunk of the body. A leotard didn't open between the legs, but there were ways to change that, and I choose Velcro.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Cole asked as I raised my arms up so he could pull the leotard I'd purchased onto my upper body.

I didn't answer him, as I didn't need too. We both knew it would, as I'd already worn the improvised ones the previous day under my regular clothes to test that the Velcro would hold.

Sitting up on the changing pad, I felt the nappy crinkle under me, as the leotard was pulled down across my chest, stomach and back, until it wouldn't go any further unless I stood up.

On my feet, I kept my legs spread so Cole could perform a quick check around the plastic pants to ensure the nappy was inside, before he covered it with the leotard. The material stretching easily over the bulk of the nappy to a point where he could hold it together between my legs to attach the twin strips of Velcro that were heat pressed onto the point where I'd sliced the seem with a sharp pair of scissors.

"Hands!" Cole asked, waiting until I had both my arms up in front of me, before he slipped the first mitten over my balled fist, and buckling it around my wrist.

These were also something that I'd found in the sports shop. INtended for boxing practice, to wear them I had to put my hand into a fist with my thumb tucked in on top of my fingers. Made from thick padded plastic, in a blue that matched that on the leotard perfectly they rendered my digits completely useless as I was unable to grasp anything especially the buckles that held them in place which were hidden under small flaps to prevent scratches.

"Comfortable?" I was asked when both mittens were on, and they were, unlike the first time I'd tried them, when they'd been too tight causing my hands to cramp.

Cole was waiting for an answer to his question, but I wasn't going to give one, at least not verbally as I'd already decided that babies don't talk. Not that I'd be actually able to in a few moments.

Catching on to what I was thinking Cole piked up the comically large dummy we'd used before, and with me opening my mouth as wide open as I could he slipped it between my teeth, pushing it in until it was all the way home, the face plate snuggly up to my lips.

Raising a mitten I pawed at the dummy but was totally unable to get a purchase on it, as the front ring had been removed, leaving just a blank plate where my mouth should have been.

I nodded when Cole asked me everything was okay, sitting back down so he could put something on my feet.

Previously I'd explained that baby don't really wear shoes, which left a problem as to what I was going to wear. Socks were the obvious answer, and that was what I'd gone with. Little ankle socks that did something to hide my teenage feet.

I was now ready to go, but before then I needed to see myself in a mirror, and I was very pleased with what I saw. A baby bonnet might have helped completely make me look like a baby, but I wanted people to see I really was a teenager, and my hair did that for me, even if the rest of my clothing really didn't. The leotard looked more like a onsie than I could have hoped, especially as I'd used the luminous paint left over from decorating my sleeper, to add the words "HAPPY IN A NAPPY" to my chest and stomach area where the material clung to my body. Right beneath the final word though, the leotard bulged out from the nappy, which it tightly encased, and in no way hide. In fact, if anything it made it all the more obvious.

There was another half an hour to go before we had to leave for the party, during which time, Cole was going to get his brother as well as himself ready, leaving me alone in my room with nothing to do but to see if I could get the baby costume off.

No, I didn't want to actually remove it, and I wasn't having second thoughts about going to the party dressed like a giant toddler, I just wanted to see if I could remove it. Or not. Being trapped in the clothing was just so much more exciting that just wearing because I wanted to.

The mittens were the obvious place to start as if I could get them off then everything else would be easy to deal with. However with my fingers and thumbs all balled up as they were, safe inside a compartment that was meant to hold them securely and safe from damage, there was no way I could use them. So it was down to the buckles, but those were covered over, which just left brute force.

Placing one hand under the other arm, I tried to pull the mitten off but it didn't work. I then tried several other variations on that theme, finding different places to attempt to trap one of the mittens so I could pull them off, but none of them worked. I was stuck in the costume. And that got me excited.

I was sitting on the bed of my bed, a little flushed in the face, with only a few wrinkles in the otherwise stretched material between my legs, to show what I'd been doing when Cole came to tell me it was time to go.

The party was only a couple of doors away, so it wouldn't be a long trip, but one that I would have to make in my costume, and that made me both nervous and excited in equal measures.

Cole opened our front door and I peaked out, peering up and down the road which seemed to be empty, as all the other kids would already be at the party, their parents having already dropped them off, which at least meant I wouldn't be seen by a bunch of adults, just kids.

Leading the way in his soldiers outfit, Daryl didn't look twice at what I was wearing as he was well used to it by now, and anyway he had a party to get to, which when you're five, is all you think about out. If only that was still true at my age.

We didn't go in through the front door of the neighbours house, instead travelling around the back, via the driveway, and a narrow path to arrive at the living room patio doors where the party was already in full swing.

Not waiting any longer, Daryl rushed off heading past all his friends to check out the buffet laid out along the back wall, leaving me standing in the doorway, facing a group of doctors, fireman, cowboys, and such like, who gradually grew quiet as they saw me.

The little kids, sitting on the floor, or perched on the edges of chairs, looked up unsure whether they were allowed to laugh of not, and totally not sure what to say.

"Matt wear nappy," announced Daryl in his usual economic way poking the violently red icing on a cup cake that he was never going to eat.

"A nappy!" went around the room in a strange game of Chinese whispers, only without the words changing.

"What's it say!" pointed another pudgy finger towards me chest. Cole reading it out, as few sniggers, and or giggles started up, and were soon all the kids were laughing so hard, I actually feared they'd need nappies.

Soon I was surrounded by a ring of little kids dressed like mini adults, all of them fascinated with my babyish clothes, pointing at the various things that made it up, and especially the bulge made by the nappy. Meanwhile, silenced by the dummy in my mouth, I said nothing, just enjoyed the attention, even though I did blush rather a lot.

Eventually Cole decided to rescue me from this centre of attention by turning me into another one. He had a bag over his shoulder containing some supplies I'd packed for the party so I knew what he was going to do, as so did Daryl, but for everyone else it was a surprise when he took out the large baby bottle, and took it over to the refreshments table.

About a dozen pairs of eyes glanced over, darting back and forth between my cousin and myself, as Cole unscrewed the top from the bottle, and started to fill it up with orange squash from one of the large jugs that had been sitting on the table.

Once the bottle was full, he went to the sofa which was now cleared from small people and sat in the middle, before beckoning me over with his finger.

Obediently I sat down beside him turning my head towards him so he could use his fingers to pluck the dummy from my mouth. This wasn't so easy without the ring on the front, as he sort of had to leave it out from the sides, a gasp going up from the small audience when it came out with a pop. Another one following a second later as the rubber bottle teat soon replaced it.

Some of the little kids remained staring at me, while I drained the bottle but others returned to whatever they'd been doing before I'd arrived, or got on with other activities, so it was time to move the display on a bit.

"Bring some cake over here will you Daryl?" shouted Cole louder than was needed for his brother to hear, but at just the right volume to get everyone's attention.

Daryl bought two of the cup cakes over, although one of those was stuffed in his mouth, so that probably didn't count, and no it wasn't the one he'd removed the icing from earlier. That was still on the table.

Clearly with a five year old eating machine holding the food, Cole didn't have much time to get the bib out of the bag and tie it around my neck before he relieved his little soldier brother of his burden. Then he started to break bits from the cake, and feed it too me.

Once more I was centre of attention as I was feed, both Cole and I performing for them the time honoured play of parent feeding child. Not that I made it easy for him, both closing my mouth and moving my head around so he would have to work to get me to eat the cake. Naturally it wasn't long before I was wearing a fair bit of the icing, on my nose, around my mouth, and down onto the bib.

The cake was actually rather nice, which made it a shame I couldn't have eaten more of it, but we had to keep the pretense going, before the adults came back to get their kids.

"Baby need wee-wee!" I announced once the baby wipes had done their job of returning my face to it's normal skin colour.

Suddenly the attention of everyone, which had once more started to wonder was back on me again, as they wondered what Cole would say to that. I, of course, knew.

"Well go in your nappy that's what it's for," Cole settled that one easily enough, before doing something no one expected. He stood up, and left me too it heading to the snack table to prevent Daryl from eating everything in sight, telling me to let him know when I'd wet myself.

Left alone on the sofa, I just sat there actually enjoying all the eager eyes that were waiting for me to wet myself, and I wasn't about to disappoint them.

It didn't take long as I was getting used to wetting a nappy now. The familiar warmth soon spreading out from between my legs, as my urine found it's way into the nappy.

There was staring and occasional pointing but thanks to the thickness of the nappy, plus the plastic pants and the onsie no one could actually be sure that I'd done it. So I made it a bit more obvious for them. Pulling faces that I hoped gave the impression I was wetting myself, if not more.

"He's wet himself!" a small voice announced it what could have been either a question or a statement but which everyone took to be the latter, which was just as well as I didn't know what else to do to let them know what I'd done.

"Right then, guess I'd better change the baby," Cole was back, and he had the baby bag with him. "Does anyone mind if I do it here on the floor?"

With any other group of people the idea of someone changing a nappy in the middle of a living room where food was being served, would have raised complaints, but for a group of five and six year old boys, it was as if Cole had just announced Christmas had been bought forward. They even helped clear some space and lay out the small plastic sheet that I'd packed to help prevent leaks on the carpet.

I lay down straight away, waiting to get my nappy changed, while a circle of small faces gathered around me, staring down at the oversized baby on the floor.

Cole moved to his regular position between my legs, spreading them so far apart that I felt like I was doing the splits, allowing himself access to the Velcro strip in my crutch. He smiled as his fingers pushed themselves into the gaps on either side and then with a loud ripping sound he pulled the base of the leotard apart.

Once the tension was released, both front and back of the leotard snapped up to my waist, revealing the full extent not just of the nappy and plastic pants I was wearing, but the amount of liquid that filled them.

"Big wee," mumbled one onlooker, only for another to certify the statement with "Big wee. Big baby!" which set off several of the heads nodding in unison.

A tap on my thigh told me to raise up my bum from the plastic sheet so the plastic pants could be pulled down my legs, and tucked away in a plastic bag that was waiting for them.

Next came the more careful process of removing the nappy itself. There was no way we could afford leaks even with the sheet down, so Cole had to pay close attention to what he was doing. Releasing the tapes one by one, but not allowing the nappy to be removed just yet as he had to clean me up first.

A second later I was laying their with all my tackle exposed to a group of five year olds, which would have really taken some explaining had an adult walked in. the little kids though, they weren't the slightest bit phased, although there were the usual round of comments you would expect when boys see another boy naked.

"Big wee from big willy!" sniggered a small voice down near the business area, which I found flattering, even if my size was probably being compared to someone nearly a third my age. Still you've got to get the compliments where you can although I could have done without Daryl's comment no matter how realistic it was.

"Get bigger soon," he said, splattering cake crumbs into places I really didn't want them.

Realising his brother had a point, Cole went to work faster than usual, using one of the cold baby wipes to prevent the sort of erection I would often get while being changed, as we really didn't have the time for a sex education lesson.

Several wipes were used to clean away my skin, until it was nice and shiny. ONly then did I raise up my rear once more so the now folded over nappy could be added to the plastic pants in the carrier bag for disposal later.

Within seconds another nappy was produced, similar to the first, which was slid underneath me, and taped into place. Cole completely forgot about using any baby powder, which was probably a good idea as the smell could have difficult to explain. Still I wouldn't be needing it, as we weren't going to be staying that much longer anyway.

Once the nappy was back in place, a fresh set of plastic pants covered them, and the leotard onsie was fastened between my bare legs, "All dry in a nice clean nappy," announced Cole, giving my heavily padded bum a bit of a slap much to the amusement of his little audience.

The party only lasted half an hour after I was changed during which I was pretty much ignored. I attempted to play some of the games the little kids had going on, but with the mittens on I couldn't really hold anything so that never lasted for too long which was a shame as they looked fun.

The call for us to leave, was signal that it was time to eat. Naturally no one was going to let a bunch of little kids attack a food table unsupervised so the adults were due back at that point, although what they'd make of the hole Daryl had made in the cup cakes was anyone's guess. I wasn't going to be around to find out.

—12 and 11 yo—

"You sure have a lot of stuff in here," I said to Elliot as we were once more cleaning out the stables on the farm where he lived with is parents and brother Fin.

"Yeah, well you need a lot of stuff with horses. Not like dogs."

I stopped what I was doing, which wasn't that much and turned to him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, with a dog, you only need a collar and a lead, and most of the time you don't even need that, because a good dog will do what you tell it to."

"Won't a horse then?" I asked, actually interested, and willing to delay the plan I'd come up with for a few minutes.

"To some extent they do, once they're broken of course, but a horse needs to be told where to go when you're riding one, or it's pulling you in a cart, as otherwise who knows where you'd end up."

I laughed as the image of trying to follow a dog as it ran in haphazard route around a field before coming up with a more sensible question: "So horses aren't cleaver than dogs then?"

"Probably not," Elliot smiled, before mock serious tone, "But if you tell Fin I said that, I'll deny it."

Mentioning something about how Fin probably knew that, or at least thought it, himself anyway, I pushed on with my plan for the day. "So how do you tell a horse where to go then?"

"With the reins of course. You just tug on the side you want the horse to turn and it will."

Feigning ignorance, I pointed to the twin long lines of leather, "Those are the reins right. How do they work?"

Taking down what turned out to be a single length of leather, folded in the middle with clips on both ends, Elliot explained how they were attached to the horses bridle, at the sides of the bit, so that when one side was pulled the horses head was moved in that direction. Then given that horses only like to walk in straight lines, looking where they are going, the horse would change direction to which ever way it found its head was looking.

I knew all of that already having asked one of the guys that helped out around the stable the day before. I also knew the answer to the next question I was going to ask, but I asked it anyway. "So what's a bridle look like then?"

Elliot gave me a funny look before reaching up and removing one from the rack we just happened to be standing beside. He then showed me the various parts, starting with the bit that went into the horses' mouth, onto the ends of which the reins would attach. The rest of the bridle being pretty much just a system of adjustable straps to hold everything in place.

"They're adjustable?" I asked, fingering one of the many buckles that made up the bridle.

"Yeah, they have to be so that they fit any size of horse."

"Right!" I took the bridle from him, and held it up to my head. "It wouldn't fit me though would it?"

Elliot laughed, "No course not, you're head is totally the wrong shape. You don't have a snout after all, just a nose."

"But it could be adjusted to fit me though, couldn't it?"

"I guess so but," suddenly Elliot caught up with what I was asking, "You mean you want to wear one. Even the bit?"

"Maybe I could try one just to see what it was like," I fingered the somewhat chewed bit. "Well, perhaps a new one though."

"Yeah, right, good point. We've got some somewhere," he laughed with me, not knowing that I'd already picked one out, and had even tried it out for size. Elliot's attention was more on the task at hand, "I guess we could, but I'd have to do some swapping of the straps out so it would fit your head."

"Can we try that?" I asked.

"I guess. But why?"

This was the question I'd been expecting, so naturally I had an answer all ready. "Well, I've been spending so much time as Fin's dog, so I wondered what it would be like to be your horse."

Elliot was a little startled, but not so much clearly wasn't interested in the idea. He didn't even say anything just got right down to basically taking the bridle apart and starting to rebuild it so it would fit my head, rather than a horses'.

It took quite some time to get the bridle right. Extra straps had to be added while others needed to be removed, and / or repositioned before it would sit comfortably snug on my head with the bit – a new one – firmly lodged in my mouth.

"How's that?" Elliot asked for what seemed like the hundredth time, as he made the final adjustments to one of the straps that now circled my head, in several different directions. Of course I couldn't speak with the bit in my mouth, but I could nod, like a horse would, so that's what I did.

"Great, you were right, that nose thing would make all the difference."

He was right, that had been the breakthrough we'd needed to make the entire thing work, although we could have gone with one of the simpler designs we'd started off with, but that just hadn't seemed right, being more like a hat than anything else.

Once it was clear that we'd have to start from scratch, abandoning the horse version of the bridle completely, Elliot had started by making what was basically a cap for my head. This involved a leather strap being buckled around my forehead, like a headband. A smaller strap then connected the front of this to the back, across the top of my scalp, while another went from left to right. This latter one though didn't stop when it reached the sides of the band, but continued down, under my chin to hold everything in place.

It had been a good starting point but nothing like a proper horse's bridle until we found the small piece of triangle leather with a ring on each of the points.

Elliot wasn't sure what it was actually used for, assuming that it was something to do with a part of the tact he hadn't really been involved with, but I could see a use for it straight away, having noticed that it was almost exactly the same size as my nose.

That triangle soon came the centre point of my bridle, sitting over my nose, where the single point at the top could be attached up, between the centre of my eyes, to the headband, while the two rings at the side, where joined to a new strap that also ran around the back of my head, passing through the chin strip, and connecting to the headband as well where it would act as an anchor for the bit.

Like I said earlier the bit was a brand new one, so there was no smell of horse, and no horse spit on it, as I put it in my mouth. It did taste of the rubber sleeve that covered the metal core, but that was to be expected.

The bit went between my teeth, length ways, so the ends came out the sides of my mouth, allowing the twin rings on each end to dangle. The smaller of these rings was used to hold the bit in place. The straps connected to them, attached to the other straps running around my head, so I would be unable to spit the bit out. The large rings, on the outside, were for the reins, which as yet had not been attached.

I'd been gagged before, of course, and would be in other circumstances afterwards, but the bit was different from all those occasions. Sure it did the same job of preventing me from talking, but having that rubber covered metal rod stretching my mouth like that, meant I was almost constantly drooling, which just wasn't something I was used to. However something I was used to, at least on the farm, was wearing a collar, and Elliot had a great one for me.

Now here's an interesting fact for you, that you might want to hang on to and amaze your friends with at some point in the future. A teenage boy's neck is exactly the same size as a small horse's knee! I certainly didn't know that, and nor did, Elliot, so who says kid's don't learn stuff.

Anyway, what we were going to use for my collar was actually a knee brace, which is how that tit bit of information came about. This was much wider or taller if you prefer, than any of the collar's I'd worn as Fin's dog being more like one of those neck braces that hospitals give you when you've hurt your spine to prevent movement. We were going to use it for exactly that purpose too. Horses tend to only look forwards when they're working and I was going to do the same.

The collar was in two parts. The first was the wide brace-like thing which opened up so my neck could be put inside it before being closed. Around the middle were two straps, one at the top and the other at the bottom. These were designed so that they could be tightened differently to allow the horses' knee some movement but on me, they had the effect, of preventing me from turning my head, more than a few degrees in either direction while the brace itself meant I had to keep my head up at all time.

Once everything was on, Elliot ensured all the straps were done up nice and tight, before suggesting that we continue with our task of clearing up the tact room, to see how the bridle felt.

I didn't really need to wait, as I already knew what I thought about it. I loved it. Sure the drooling was a bit embarrassing and more fitted to the times when I'd been a baby, but other than that, I loved the sense of being controlled, even though I wasn't actually being controlled, until the reins were attached.

In a short time the stable block we were in started to heat up, just as it had the first time I'd been there, and given that I wouldn't let him take the bridle off my head, just yet, Elliot volunteered to go into the house and get us a drink, which he did, returning a short while later with two glasses, one of which was never going to be used.

Clearly I wouldn't be able to drink from a glass when I had a bit in my mouth, as there was just no way I could get my lips to form a seal around it, and would have ended up spilling it all down my front or on the floor. I guess I could have laid down on my back and just tipped it into my already opened mouth, but that wasn't very horse-like. Instead I pointed to one of the small steel bowls on the shelf.

"You want to drink from one of them?" asked Elliot, with less shock than someone who hadn't already seen me drinking from a dog bowl previously would have had.

This was exactly what I had in mind although the theory was a lot easier than the practise turned out to be, as I still managed to spill more than I drank, and probably end up feeling thirstier at the end than I had at the beginning but still.

Having finished watching me drinking – badly – from the bowl, Elliot collected up the glasses and made to return to the kitchen only to find me following closely behind him.

"Hang on Matt you can't come into the house. Mum's there, she'll see you."

I had no intention of letting anyone see me, but all the same I pressed myself up against my cousin, nudging him as best I could with my head, as if I was urging him out into the yard, with just enough force to be annoying.

"No, you can't come. Stay there Matt."

Just telling me was never going to work. After all I was a horse now. I didn't have to listen to words, I couldn't understand and there was only one way to keep a horse where you wanted him. I just needed Elliot to remember what that was.

It didn't take long.

"Do I have to get the reins?" his frustration shouted reaching up to get them down from the board, even as he was saying it.

A second later and they were clipped onto each end of the bit in my mouth, and Elliot was knotting them around a metal hitching hook that was set into the wall on the other side of the tact room.

"There. Stay there," he said this time when he left unhindered by my prodding him. And I did stay there, even though I could have easily released the reins from the hook. Well I say easily, I may have struggled as Elliot had used one of his special knots but eventually I would have figured it out. I just didn't try. Being fully content to just stand there, just like a horse would have done.

For the rest of the day not only did the bridle stay in place, but Elliot took to using the reins to guide me, whenever we needed to move around the building but of course when it came time to return to the house, I had to take everything off and return to being a boy once more. Yet from the glint in Elliot's eye, not to mention the tent in his jeans he'd had most of the day, I knew that it wouldn't be long before I could take my horse game to the next level.

—17 yo—

According to both Rory and Seth, my having to poo in nappies would be the most difficult thing for me to get used to, especially if I was to do it naturally enough for Tyler, to accept that it was a normal thing for me to do. Of course, neither of them knew that this wouldn't be the first time I'd messed in a nappy, as they were unaware of my time wearing Daryl's nappies and everything that had followed that.

I guess I should have made the apparent first attempt a private affair, but I wanted to prove that I was committed to helping Tyler out, so the first time I messed my nappies I made sure to do it right in front of my cousin.

We were alone with my Aunt and Uncle having gone over to the Ulric's and I'd taken up a position on the sofa watching the TV. Naturally I was wearing nappies and plastic pants, along with a t-shirt but nothing else. Still this didn't seem to both Seth, but then I guess he'd probably seen Tyler wearing his before he became more of a recluse.

I waited until the programme we were watching was about half way though, before I started to squirm about on the sofa, enough for him to notice.

"Are your nappies giving you trouble?" he asked, as the adverts started.

"Sort of," I replied, fidgeting again.

"What's up?" he asked, so I flat out told him I needed to poo.

"That's what I thought. Go on then. You'll have to do it sooner or later."

I choose sooner, as all the thinking I'd done about having to have a poo, now I really wanted to do one. So I did.

Leaning back on the sofa, I pulled my knees up, bending them and spreading them, whilst relaxing my bowels until I started to fill the nappy up, with what seemed like a huge mess, that cause the nappy to start to drop between my legs.

"Finished?" asked Seth, patting me on the shoulder.

I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, that my very nearly adult cousin had witnessed my infantile behaviour, although more so due to the smell that was starting to come from between my legs.

"Guess I'd better change you then, before you start to get sore?"

It was just what I'd wanted to hear, as I was actual dreading having to deal with what I'd just done and there was no way I was going to ask a seventeen year old to change me. Thankfully now he'd offered I wouldn't have to.

Walking upstairs, was a challenge as the mess between my legs shifted about with every step I took. At the top of the stairs Seth made the wise choice to remove my nappy in the bathroom, and then put the new on in the bedroom as before, as that would save quite a bit of clearing up, and of course, the bathroom had an extractor fan which my bedroom didn't.

I stood in the shower, while Seth peeled down my plastic pants, and then unfastened the nappies themselves, allowing them to fall to the ground, where they could be hurled into a plastic bag for disposal. This was pretty much all disgusting, but Seth seemed to take it all in his stride just like Cory had before him, so clearly teenage boys aren't as scared of changing nappies as women like to make out.

Once the nappy was out of the way, Seth set about cleaning me up, which he did by first removing the larger items still clinging to me, with toilet paper that got flushed, and then using the shower to wash away everything else, until I was once more spic and span back there and feeling a lot fresher.

A towel was wrapped around me to dry off the water, from the shower, but this was left in the bathroom when we returned to the bedroom, where it felt perfectly natural for me to be totally naked while Seth was dressed.

In the bedroom I waited while Seth laid out a fresh nappy on the changing mat, on which I then climbed positioning myself in he correct position, while Seth got out a bottle of baby oil and proceeded to explain what it was for.

"This is so when you wet during the night, you have added protection and don't get nappy rash."

Quickly, yet completely he gave me a coating with his bare hand, making sure to work the oil into the crease of my bum as well as under and around my tackle, even slicking up my willy, which naturally reacted in the way it always would when someone touched it. Not that Seth made any mention of that. He just carried on with the task at hand.

The front of the nappy came up between my legs, and across my hips, with everything being pinned together, just as the previous one had been. The entire thing then covered up with loud crinkly plastic pants, that gripped good and tight around the waist and the legs.

"These are night time ones, so they're a bit thicker," said Seth although I wasn't sure if he was talking about the nappies or the plastic pants, or perhaps even both. And did that mean they were thicker than the past pair he'd put on me, or thicker than the ones Rory had. Whichever it was he certainly wasn't wrong as the huge bulk of material between my legs made it difficult for me to bring my knees together.

"I don't think your pyjamas are going to fit over that, so you may as well just leave them they way they are, if that's okay with you, Matt?"

I was, which is why I didn't suggest that I wear the pyjama top, as the size of the nappies wouldn't have stopped me wearing that, but I didn't. I rather liked the idea of having myself fully exposed as wearing nappies and plastic pants as that was, after all, what I'd set myself up for.

We returned to watching TV, downstairs, where it wasn't long before I became aware of just how cool it got in the evening, especially once the sun went down, and with the windows open to help clear the smell from the reason I'd been changed.

"You cold?" wondered Seth, during yet another advert break.

"A bit," I admitted, expecting to be told to go to bed, but instead, Seth bent over, pushed one arm under my upraised knees, and the other around my back. Picking me up as if I was the baby I was dressed like, he put me down on his lap, with my bare legs draped over either side of his thighs. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back so that I was leaning onto his chest. His head appearing beside mine, so he could look past me at the TV, which is how we stayed until it really was time for me to go to bed, all safe and sound in my nappies.

—11 and 12 yo—

All the equipment was unpacked from the back of Yuri's dad's car and laid out on the campsite that we'd reserved, and then we were left alone. Me, Yuri and Yuri's mate Zac. The smallest scout pack in history, but it wasn't about the numbers it was about what we were going to get up to. Yuri having promised me a full re-enactment of what it was like for a first timer on a scout camp and I, of course, was going to be that newcomer.

Before the fun started we needed to get things set up. So it was down to the real scout activities of setting up a camp. Three tents were pitched, even though the chances are only two were going to be used. Yuri as the senior scout despite being twelve gave the orders as to what to do, which was handy as I didn't have a clue. Zac did, as like Yuri he'd been a cub since he was little and a scout for more than a year, so he got to do the tricky stuff, while I was left collecting wood for the fire, and filling water containers, stuff like that.

We all knew what was coming, as Zac had been briefed so it was no surprise to anyone when the two twelve year olds surrounded me, demanding that as the newcomer to scouts I had to be the leader's slave for the duration of the camp.

Deciding to have a bit of fun, I made a run for it. Not a serious one, as I wanted them to catch me, which they did before I'd gone more than a few yards, Yuri launching himself at me, in a full on rugby tackle that knocked me from my feet, and onto the ground, where Zac wasn't slow about jumping on top.

"Are you going to come quietly, like a good scout?" Yuri asked, in his best leader voice.

I said I would.

"Good then we can present you to the leader, as his slave."

Okay this bit didn't really work right with just the three of us but what should have happened was that the rest of the scouts would take the prospective slave, over to where the leader was, and then tell him that he was to be slave. The idea being that the slave was captured, and was even meant to resist a bit. Naturally this would have meant that Zac alone should have done all that, without Yuri which was hardly all that realistic as Zac for all his good nature, and natural fitness wasn't all that big a kid, and there's no way he would be able to stop me if I really wanted to get away. Thankfully I'd come up with an answer for that. A stave.

It was one of the scout things I'd come across while we'd been getting ready for the camp. The stave was something like a broom stick – in fact I think it may have originally been one – but now it had measurements marked along it, to help with marking out the camp. Not that that was how I was going to use it. Instead I had it placed across my shoulders, so that it poked out on either side of me. Then my arms were raised up and tied to the ends, so that I was spread out, like I was being crucified, only without the nails and stuff.

"Now we can strip you," Zac told me, once he was prompted by Yuri, making short work of it, as I was only wearing an old pair of shorts, and no shirt. I wasn't wearing underwear either, which gave Zac a bit of a surprise when he came face to face with an older boy's semi-erection, once he had my shorts down to my thighs.

Naked but for my shoes, and with my arms spread out, I was marched back across the open field to the camp site, where I was told to stand in front of tree stump upon which Yuri sat himself, while Zac present me to him.

I won't bore you with what seemed like several pages of dialogue the two of them got through, during this procedure, only to say that it had a lot to do with scout law, being loyal, trustworthy, and quite a lot of completely made up garbage that even I'd have been embarrassed to use as an excuse to get a boy naked and tied up.

Anyway, by the time it was all over, it was agreed that I'd be Yuri's slave, would sleep in his tent – in case he wanted anything during the night – and that I'd wear the loin cloth that marked my position as his slave.

So that was that, now I was a slave and my first task was to get my shorts from where they'd been left in the field, and then to make Yuri a drink, by boiling water in the billy can over the fire, and using that for tea. NOt that I think Yuri even liked tea, given the face he pulled when he drank it, or that could have just been the way I made it, of course.

My next task was to be a table, while Yuri and Zac played cards. Sounds easy I know, but you try kneeling on all fours for an hour or more, while two energetic boys play snap, or as it should be called, 'slap' as hands were battering my back whenever two of the same cards appeared.

Thankfully they soon got tired of that game and went onto something else, which I don't know the name of and have even less clue about what the rules were. ONe thing I was sure of and that was, the way the hand was feeling my tackle was nothing to do with the game.

It started a short way into the game when it was suggested the beads on my back holding the loin cloth tightly in place, was getting in the way of play. That lead to it being unfastened, which naturally caused the loin cloth to hang down between my legs, leaving me rather exposed, should any one happen to be behind me. No one was though, as Yuri and Zac had position themselves on either side of me. Problem was, that meant I couldn't actually tell just which one of them was feeling my nuts. Or perhaps it was both of them. I really couldn't tell.

As the game went on the hand – or hands – started to get braver, not just feeling my nuts, but going further down between my legs to find what was by then my erection and not just to touch it either, but to actually stroke it, like it was trying to give me a wank.

What ever the object of the hand – or hands – was, by the time the game ended, I had a stonking erection that wasn't going to be going away anytime soon. Not even when I was told to get up from the ground, and continue with what I'd been doing before the entire slave thing had started.

I had no choice but to stand up, and as I was still between the other two boys there was no way they could miss the large tent post poking out the front of the loin cloth. Odd thing was, it was Yuri who looked surprised by it, while Zac just giggled and sort of smiled, which told me just who's hand had been playing games with me. Which explained why he'd been chosen to come with us on this little trip especially with what was coming next.

"That's a naughty thing for a scout to do!" Yuri got himself back into leader role. "You will need to be punished for that."

At once light came into Zac's eyes – and mine if the truth be told but no one was looking at me, the two lads were looking at each other.

"I think," Yuri eventually said, "That it's time to smooth things over."

It was a code word of course, so that the new kid to camp wouldn't know what was going to happen. Only I did know, and I liked the sound of it, as it was something I hadn't gone through before, still for the fun of it I pretended that I didn't know, so as to save me from having to do too much acting, and instead, just went along with what I was told to do, which was for the stave to be once more tied across my shoulders.

Once my arms were tied off, and this time though it wasn't just my hands that were tied to the thick wooden stale, but my upper arms were too, and even my elbows, The scouts both showing just how much they knew about knots as they made sure that my arms wouldn't be moving until they were released. I was marched over to a couple of nearby trees that just happened to be the width of my outstretched arms apart, making it easy for the ends for the stale, and my wrists to be tied off to them, leaving me standing.

My loin cloth, which was barely covering me by then anyway, was peeled down my legs and my ankles were spread apart so a rope could be tied around each of them in turn, and then tied off to the bottom of either of the trees, leaving me spread wide and naked, yet still excited, which seemed to fascinate Zac so much that Yuri had to tell him twice to get the 'stuff'.

The 'stuff' turned out to be an old fashioned – or traditional as the scouts would cal it – shaving kit, consisting of a jug and brush, although what would have once been an opened blade, was now replaced, thankfully, with safety razors.

"Start with his bum," Yuri told Zac, who was only too glad to get down to business with mixing up the shaving foam, something he was clearly quite good at despite having no obvious reason to shave himself.

The application of the shaving foam was a weird feeling, but the movement of the brush around my skin, made me giggle like a schoolgirl, until such a point that Yuri suggested that they should gag me, before I bought every farmer in miles to the camp site to see what was going on. He never actually did that, even though the giggling turned to outright laughter when Zac did the same to my armpits.

Finally, with the fine and quite literal bum fluff gone from my rear, and the little tufts removed from under each of my arms, there was only one more part of me, other than my head, that had any hair on it, up around the base of what was very nearly still a full on erection.

Zac was very careful now as he spread the foam around my groin. Making sure to work the brush into each and ever crease on my body, whilst trying to as naturally as possible, move my tackle around with his free hand so he could do so. By the time he was done, all I could see down there was a big white fluffy cloud of foam with my erection sticking out of it. And I wasn't the only one either.

Dressed in cheap thin sports shorts, neither of the younger boys could do much to hide the tents that their bodies had pitched, although Zac did try to make several adjustments down there, under the pretense of having a scratch, but he really wasn't fooling anyone, and didn't really need to given we were all in the same condition as I was being rendered smooth from the head down.

The actual shaving that followed was done carefully for obvious reason, yet didn't seem to take that much time. Certainly no where near as long as the application of the shaving foam had. Nonetheless when it ended I had a massive erection, as in moving my tackle about during the procedure Zac had pretty much been giving me a bit of a wank, just not one that had any sort of happy ending which was completely and utterly frustrating for me, especially as once it was done, I was left tied to in that crucifixion position and unable to do anything about it myself.

I was only released from the stale when it was time for dinner and only then so I could make it. Not that it was all that tricky just a matter of tipping a couple of tins into a billy can, which was put over the fire, and then stirred until it was bubbling away. Then I had to spoon it out into a couple of dishes which I served to Yuri and Zac, before finally doing one for myself. Sounds simple, I know, but you try sitting by a spitting log fire while you're totally naked, and then putting hot liquid into bowls that you have to carry over rough ground. I tell you, I was one careful slave.

Night time came, and we did the traditional scout thing of sitting around the fire, telling scary stories which was actually a lot more fun that it ever sounded to me, as there's just something so special about doing that, all outside, under the stars, especially when you're the only one totally naked. Although of course that could just be me.

Finally it was time for us to turn in, which I did with Yuri while a slightly dejected looking Zac headed to one of the other tents, albeit with a hand already fiddling about down inside his shorts.

Once inside our tent, Yuri had a surprise for me, when he said he was hungry, producing a jar of jam.

"Do you want me to get some bread?" I asked, only to be told that I was going to be the bread.

Laying on my back, Yuri began to smear dollops of the strawberry jam onto my body. NOt all my body. Just the interesting bits.

Starting with my nipples, he used a tantalising circular motion, around the small upstanding pinpricks, before heading further down in a trail that lead directly down to my tackle, which got totally covered in sticky stuff.

There followed a rather uncomfortable wait for me, for I knew I wasn't allowed to move so just had to lay there on top of my sleeping bag, feeling totally sticky, and quite a bit icky as well. But for all that I was as stiff as anything for the places the jam had been put clearly weren't an accident so clearly something was going to follow it up just as soon as Yuri had made a show of first licking and then sucking the jam from his fingers in a way that did little to make my erection go away.

At last the jam was removed from my body. It was a very slow, and totally enjoyable sensation as Yuri used only his mouth and especially his tongue to clean me up. In the process he licked and then sucked on my nipples until they were standing every bit as proudly as my erection was, before working his way down my chest and onto my stomach where he spent an age cleaning out my belly button even though there wasn't actually any jam in there. NOt that it matter.

I started to get a bit light headed as Yuri's magic tongue went lower and lower, travelling over my waist and down into the area that up until a few hours ago had been the site of a small bush of pubic hair. Now that that was totally bald and probably just as well, as jam and hair really don't mix that well. However, jam and tongue certainly do.

Circumnavigating around my erection, by pushing it aside with his nose and face, Yuri head down towards my nuts, which he teased and tantalised with his tongue, under the pretence of cleaning it, but actually nuzzling my nuts instead.

By this time, Yuri was kneeling between my spread legs, which gave him total access to everywhere he could have wanted to do. Alas he didn't go any lower than my nuts, not that I was about to complain especially once he began to work his way back up to my erection which he soon had in his mouth, as he licked and sucked the last of jam from my body.

Surprisingly I managed to hold out until the jam was gone. At least I think I did, but I can't be sure, as by the time I was getting a blow job, my mind was no longer anywhere near my head, let alone doing any of the things that I usually relied upon it for. Instead there was only one thing I could think about and that was the cream that I would soon be adding to jam, inside the busy boy's mouth. Which I did. Shooting a rapid fire volley that appeared to drain all the life from me, as seemingly within seconds of that orgasm, I must have been fast asleep, having totally enjoyed my first day at my improvised scout camp.

—13 yo girl—

Looking in the window I could see everything. The figure wearing the gym slip of such a dark blue that it appeared almost black by the lighting of the classroom. Bent forward, stretched across a small desk, the palms are pressing onto the hard timber, while the head is turned to one side, showing a very flushed face.

The gym slip, was fastened by buttons high on the shoulders, which remained in place, but the same could not be said for the skirt. This was raised at the back, folded up onto the back, where it should have exposed plain white school approved knickers, but those had been lowered down to the mid thigh, leaving the entire backside bare.

Behind this figure stands a girl of around thirteen or so. The head girl of this particular school, she is clearly enjoying the power that office give her, as in her hand she holds a well-worn rubber soled plimsoll with which she is playfully stroking across the naked bottom in front of her.

Surrounding the pair, numerous small faces appear in the lines of desks that face away from the scene. Their eyes all glued to the centre spot where the action was just about to take place, just as they'd all been promised right at the start of the tutorial session. Just as had happened during the last few tutorial sessions in fact.

"How many did we say today then girls?" the prefect appears to ask the class but despite the plural in the question every one knows only one person is due to answer. The victim.

The eyes just above the desk, waver slightly from staring straight ahead, directly at the large window that borders the side of the classroom, before returning to watch the scene reflected towards them. "Six!" says the mouth a short distance from those eyes, the voice tinted with anticipation.

"Six it is then. Just remember to keep count we I will start again."

There is nothing more to be said. The head girl is already carefully gauging the distance between herself and the defenseless posterior with a well practised eye.

A tap to the rear, causes the bent over figure to push themselves up on their toes, raising their bottom to the required height, that also forms it into a nicely rounded target ready for what is to befall it.

SMACK!

A sharp retort marks the rubber meeting the flesh, instantly sending part of the bottom into a bright red, that cause gasps from the audience but not from the one person on the receiving of the punishment, who receives a redemand for staying silent albeit in a different matter.

"You can count, can you not?" the prefect sneers.

"Yes, Bailey, sorry Bailey. One Bailey," mutters the child but it is too late as an announcement is made that they are to begin again.

SMACK!

"Oh. One Bailey."

SMACK!

"Two, Bailey."

The bare bottom jerks from left to right as if pre-empting where the next stroke would come from, but already the plimsoll is slicing down through the air and into the target.

SMACK!

"Th-Three Bailey," the count comes with a gasp but that is understandable as already there is a redness all over the bent over bottom.

SMACK!

The fourth arrives and is announced, in a voice that not only gasps but shakes slightly, loosing it's pitch for half the word, before returning to what it had once been.

SMACK!

"Five! Ouch! Bailey."

The prefect smiles at the attentional word, glancing at the clock to see if there is time to start again, which the lapse would allow under the rules she'd invented, but there wasn't so instead, she just made sure the final blow would count.

SMACK!

It lands hard, right in the middle of the two cheeks, but slightly down to ensure the so called sit spot was taken into account for the maximum effect which it duly got.

"Six!" the body shuddered, against the table as the long bare legs hanging down from under the raised skirt, twitch in and out. A movement that causes the plain knickers to slide further down, until they catch on the top of the long socks, raising up from the buckled shoes. The movement of the faint, flimsy material causing a momentarily lapse of duty, that it soon corrected. "Bailey. Six Bailey!"

The punishment over, the figure flops down fully on the desk, legs hanging loosely off the sides, spreading slightly to give a magnificent display of pale, flesh, with the bare rose coloured bottom as the focal point.

Or at least the well spanked bum would have been the thing everyone was staring at, if it wasn't for the new stance having caused the young thighs to spread slightly as they met the edge of the table, allowing the first glimpse of something that really shouldn't have been there, as children wearing gym slips weren't meant to have nuts.

Despite the pain in his bottom, the boy dressed as a girl, smiled at his own reflection, showing just how happy I was to be in that situation.

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