Posted by Wetnappy on January 16, 2004 at 03:34 [213.154.72.162]
This is just a story that I've been thinking abut for a while now and it finally took shape this morning: -
Please let me know what you think euther on here or at my e-mail - all comments gratefully recieved :-)
I had been quite ill for some time due to the flu virus going around, and was generally weak but was now slowly recovering. She had told me to stay in bed and rest but the sheath catheter and bag were keeping me awake, so I got up and went downstairs in my dressing gown to watch cartoons for a while, since she had gone out shopping
I must have dosed off for a while because the next thing I remember was that she was back and was shaking me by the shoulder.
“And just what do you think you’re doing down here?” she demanded, an angry glint in her eye.
“You’re supposed to be in bed!” she exclaimed, “And look at your bag – it’s almost full!”
I dropped my eyes to the bag, which was nearly full of golden liquid, almost grateful for the excuse not to look at her sarcastic expression.
“Go back upstairs and get into bed – I’ll be along in a moment!” she commanded.
I quickly climbed the stairs and got into bed, fearing the worst as she busied herself in the kitchen putting away the shopping.
She arrived no more than ten minutes later and sat in the chair next to the bed, “What are we going to do with you? You don’t do as you’re told and disobey my express instructions.”
“I’m sorry.” I murmured.
“Sorry isn’t good enough!” she snapped, “This time I’m going to teach you a lesson!”
She reached into the carrier bag she had brought upstairs with her and pulled out a packet of Attends.
My eyes widened at the sight of the parcel that she put on the bedside table “What…” I stammered.
“Quiet! If you can’t be a good boy then I’ll just have to make you think twice before disobeying me again!”
She reached across, pulled down the bed covers, and unfastened my pyjama pants. “Lift!” she demanded, and as I raised my hips she slipped them down my legs and off. Then she unbuttoned my pyjama jacket and put them both in the laundry basket.
“This needs emptying doesn’t it?” indicating the leg bag on its stand next to the bed. I nodded dumbly and she reached across and detached the bag from the sheath catheter. Then she fitted a small red plastic plug to the open end of the latex catheter still attached to me, “Don’t want any little accidents do we?” she smirked.
“Now lift your knees to your chest, there’s a good boy!” she insisted in a tone that left no room for argument.
I assumed the position, my face burning with embarrassment, and heard her rip open the perforations on the packet of Attends before she pulled a nappy out of the bag; the crinkling of the soft plastic covering reminding me of my childhood.
She slipped the nappy underneath me and arranged it so that it was ready to fasten. To my surprise she left the nappy open and didn’t stick the tapes down immediately; I heard her fumbling around in the carrier bag once again.
“Do you know what this is?” she inquired sweetly, holding up a hard plastic tube that had a bulb at he end of it. There was a large hole in the centre of the bulb and smaller holes around the sides. I shook my head slowly in answer, “It’s an enema nozzle!” she exclaimed with glee, and proceeded to fit the other end of the nozzle to the outflow of the leg bag.
“You can’t!” I exclaimed “Please…”
“Oh be quiet! You’re acting like a spoilt child so I’m going to treat you like a spoilt child!”
With this she held my knees up to my chest with her arm behind my knees and smacked my bum cheeks with her other hand. I yelped as she spanked me, which just seemed to annoy her and make her slap my poor abused bottom harder.
After two or three minutes she finished spanking me and stood back panting slightly. I started to lower my legs but a sharp “No!” from her made me return them to the original position.
Once again she reached into the carrier bag and withdrew a tube of water-based lubricant. My eyes widened at the sight of it but I didn’t dare say anything in fear of being punished again.
She applied a liberal amount of lubricant to her forefinger and smeared it all over the bulbous head of the enema nozzle. Then she leaned over the bed and placed the tube between my pink cheeks.
“This might be a little cold” she smiled cruelly as she squeezed the tube at the entrance to my hole. I gasped at the temperature but again a sharp glance from her made me shut up. She massaged the thick liquid around my poop hole and I jumped as she slipped a fingertip inside me and wriggled it around.
Picking up the enema nozzle attached to the bag, she brought it into position. I figured that one more effort couldn’t get me into any more trouble “P..P..Please don’t.” I stammered, but she ignored my protests.
Applying pressure to the other end of the nozzle she slowly pushed it forwards turning it slightly. My sphincter resisted at first but she pulled it back and pushed it forwards a few more times and eventually the bulb popped inside me. I whimpered as it invaded my most private of places but again she just ignored me.
Sitting on the bed now and smiling at me, she slowly opened the outflow valve of the bag and I felt my own liquid begin to flow into my rectum.
I snivelled pathetically as she opened the valve fully and squeezed the bag to hurry the process of emptying the bag inside my bottom. There was nearly a litre and a half of my golden liquid in the bag and she didn’t stop squeezing until every last drop flooded into me.
“Now don’t spill it, there’s a good boy!” she giggled, I felt a little bit of the liquid splash across my buttocks and soak into the nappy as she quickly withdrew the nozzle from its resting place. I tightened my muscles while she pulled the front of the nappy over me and tightly fastened the tapes at my legs before fastening the tapes at my waist.
I had thought that my indignity was complete but I was wrong. Yet again she reached into that carrier bag and pulled out a pair of pink plastic rhumba panties that she quickly fed my feet through the leg holes before pulling them snugly into place over the nappy.
“That should stop any leaks shouldn’t it little boy?” she smiled.
“There now,” she cooed softly as she slipped a dummy into my mouth, “Who’s mummy’s little baby then?”
My face turned the colour of my recently spanked bottom.
“Hold onto that for as long as you can,” she grinned as she sat on the bed next to me, “Because when it comes out I’m going to have to hose you down in the shower, and the longer you hold it the warmer the water will be!”
I think I managed to clench my cheeks together for about 10 minutes before the pressure became too much and I had to release. I felt the hot liquid start to squirt out of my bum and soak into the nappy before I lost all control and the trickle became a flood and cascaded over my bum before being absorbed by the thick nappy.
I let out a sigh of relief as I let go and she smiled at my ‘accident’
“Has baby filled his panties then?” she tormented, “Does he want mummy to clean him up and get him a fresh nappy?”
She reached over and took my hand, pulling me up from the bed before leading me to the shower – I had the feeling that this was going to be the start of a very long day.
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