by Penny Birch
That was it for the day, so I came in to Poppy in the special bedroom. She was lying face down on the bed, naked, with her bruised bottom and legs glossy with cream. The colours had started to change, dull yellows and blues replacing the black and angry red she’d first shown me, but she was still a mess from immediately below the base of her spine to the backs of her knees, and when I came to touch her, it was very gentle. What she said surprised me.
‘I do need to be beaten, Gabrielle. You will beat me, won’t you?’
‘Not like this,’ I answered.
‘But you’ll spank me?’
‘Yes, and you are to spank me too, when I need it, but never hard.’
She answered with a sigh, and nodded. I began to stroke her bottom, smoothing in the cream.
‘Would you like some more?’ I asked.
For a moment she said nothing, just purring gently as I stroked her bottom.
‘Four days you’ve been looking after me,’ she said, moving suddenly on to her side. ‘It’s about my turn. Come on, Miss Gabby, off with your clothes.’
I nodded, my excitement starting to rise immediately. She got up, and walked to the drawers in which she’d put her things. I began to undress, as I’d been told to, and I watched her as I stripped. I knew she had a nurse’s uniform, a genuine one from the fifties, very neat and prim. I’d never seen her in it, but as she pulled out a carefully folded bundle of white cloth I knew I was going to. Stockings followed, and a girdle, a solidly built bra and a pair of large white panties.
She began to dress, the girdle first, fastening it behind her back to give her waist a smooth, elegant curve, enhancing her bust and the flair of her hips. Her stockings followed, each carefully pulled on, to fit her tiny feet snugly and keep the seam precisely at the back. Each reached only a little more than halfway up a thigh, and once they’d been clipped off her suspender straps were left straining, with her stocking-tops running in long arches between the buttons. Only then did she put her panties on, easing them up over her suspender straps and tucking them into place beneath her girdle.
By then I was nude. I took my clothes to the wash basket, and came back to find her buttoning up her dress, with her feet already in her sensible, square-toed shoes. She looked perfect, and I could feel myself melting as I sat down on the bed to suck my thumb and wait until she had finished. Her final touch was to pull up her hair, into a tight bun, adding just a little severity.
‘Done,’ she said, ‘and I’m glad to see you’re ready. Now, until I say otherwise, Miss Gabby, you are under nurse’s orders.’
‘Yes, nurse.’
‘Good. Now, first of all, we had better get you in a nappy.’
I nodded, and swung my legs on to the bed as she approached. She took a nappy from the drawer as I moved on to my back, opening it and smoothing out the tabs. My legs came up, and I found that I was already trembling as I got into that beautiful, exposed position, my legs rolled high, to let everything show, not for sexual display, but simply because it doesn’t matter what I show when I’m a grown-up baby girl.
Poppy took hold of my legs, gripping me around my knees, and lifted so that she could slide the nappy in under my bottom. As she released me and my cheeks settled into the soft material, my sense of reliance really took over. I relaxed absolutely as she parted my thighs to pull the nappy up between them and encase my sex in the material. It was smoothed out on my tummy, the tabs fastened to either side, and I was ready, as I should be, stark naked but for my nappy and completely under her control.
‘There we are,’ she said. ‘Now, time for your milk. A bottle, or are you still on the breast?’
‘Breast, please, nurse,’ I answered.
She gave a little sigh, but sat down. Her fingers went to the top of her uniform, unbuttoning one, then two and three buttons, leaving it open to her belt. Pulling it wide, she exposed half of her bra, which she pulled up, spilling out one plump breast, the nipple already stiff. I swallowed as she patted her lap, my eyes fixed on her long, swollen nipple and the wide, puffy areola. My mouth was already open as I crawled quickly across her knees, and into her arms. She held me, as Nurse Trainer had done, around my back as she lifted her breast to offer the nipple to my mouth. I took it, my lips wide, to suck it all in, to taste her skin and feel the firm, engorged flesh. She pulled me to her and, as my eyes closed in pure bliss, I began to suckle. Poppy gave a contented purr and ever so gently began to stroke my back.
For what seemed an age I just suckled, feeding at her teat, my eyes closed, everything focused on the nipple in my mouth and her gentle, soothing caresses. I’d been worried she might not be big enough to feed me, but she was, her breasts plump and heavy, the way a woman’s should be, her nipple enough to let me really feel that I was suckling.
I was completely surrendered to her, and did nothing when she moved her hand from her breast to my legs, save to cling on to her more tightly. She began to caress my thighs, between them, right under the bulge of my nappy, gently stroking, until the instinctive need to spread my legs began to grow. I gave in, with no reason at all to resist, opening myself to her, my legs wide in my need. Her response was a little tutting sound, as if accepting an inevitable but slightly tiresome truth. Immediately her fingers went higher to push in under the edge of my nappy and find the smooth, bare expanse of my skin.
As she began to masturbate me I cuddled tighter still, holding her, my mouth wide on her nipple, suckling on her with my legs spread wide, completely abandoned to my needs. She slipped a finger into my vagina to open me and spill my juice out and down over my anus. A second followed as her thumb found my clitoris, moving on the tight bud to send a strong shiver of pleasure up my spine.
She was still stroking my back, soothing me as she masturbated me, with my pleasure growing as I slipped deeper into surrender, utterly and completely hers, to do with as she pleased, in the full knowledge that she would look after me, feed me, hold me, change my nappy, smack my bottom and, best of all, take control of my sexual needs.
I came so easily, just slipping over the edge into orgasm, my pussy tightening on her fingers as she masturbated me with such casual skill. She held me as the contractions went through me, still stroking me, and whispering to me until at last I went limp in her arms, my thighs closing slowly around her hand.
‘There we are,’ she said, ‘that’s better, isn’t it?’
I snuggled into her chest, still sucking, yet more relaxed as my orgasm faded. She let me feed, not hurrying me at all, but holding me to her until at last I disengaged to leave her nipple wet and glistening, the teat sucked out, really straining. For a moment she held me to her chest before gently easing me up and off her lap. She put her breast back in her bra and covered up casually, although I caught the trembling of her hand as she fastened her buttons.
‘Bed now, Miss Gabby,’ she said, ‘while I go and have my supper. And not a squeak out of you, or it’ll be spankies time.’
She wanted to do it, I knew she did. I also knew she’d be gentle, that she’d punish me, but not hurt me. Not that I could have denied it to her anyway, not after the beautiful orgasm she had given me, but for the first time, as she tucked me into bed, I found myself actually looking forward to a spanking.
Not that there was any reason to hurry. It would happen when it did, when it was necessary. Until that time came, there was nothing in the world I needed to worry about. I brought my legs up to my chest and stuck my thumb in my mouth, allowing myself to drift into the sleepy, half-aware state that I can only achieve when I’m in my nappy.
It was early, with the last of the grey, winter light still fading from the sky beyond my curtains. Outside it was cold, the streets full of slush and people hurrying away from work, full of cares. I had none. I was warm, comfortable, absolutely at ease, with Poppy between me and everything outside – perfection.
I didn’t mean to sleep, but I did, waking to darkness. There was a feeling of pressure in my bladder, and I simply let go. My pee burst
free to soak into my nappy, swelling it out over my pussy and bottom. I was on my side, one leg raised, so that I could feel the weight grow as I peed, sighing in relief as I did it, until my bladder was empty and my nappy was full, bulging out around my bottom.
With my nappy nice and wet I lay still, sucking my thumb as a delicious sense of arousal began to build in me. I had no idea what time it was, but there was light coming under the door and I could hear Poppy outside, walking across the floor of my clinic, then the chink of china as she put down a cup. Soon enough, I knew, she would come in to find that I’d wet my nappy. She would change me, powder me and cream my pussy and bottom-hole. Possibly I’d be spanked; it was her choice completely. Yet it seemed unlikely, simply for doing what came naturally.
I could do more too, or I would be able to do soon, and knew she wouldn’t mind. She’d asked me the first time we’d met, and held me while I did it, and while I made her come. It had been important to her, something she’d needed to balance her own feelings about being made to do it herself, and the way she was punished when she had, made to stand in the corner, with her nappy seat heavy behind her, bulging out to show what she’d done…
Just the thought put a shiver right through me. I was already wet, and soon I’d be dirty. She’d come in and she’d deal with me, in whatever way she felt appropriate, changing me, or making me do it myself while she watched in disapproval. Maybe she’d want me to make her come while I was still in a mess. She had the right to. I was hers.
I lay there, imagining it and letting the pressure in my rectum slowly build. It was important not to hurry, to let it come naturally, not to force it, but to do it because I had to. It was going to happen too, before long, pushing out, filling the pouch of my nappy, until I was thoroughly soiled.
The temptation to slip a finger up my bottom-hole was close to overwhelming. It would have felt so good, to push it deep in until I was open and slimy, and masturbate as I filled my nappy. Without Poppy I would have done it, but I held off, feeling the strain build, until my anus had begun to pout. At the feeling my mouth came open in a little sob. I closed my eyes, wondering if I could hold any longer, and decided I couldn’t, just as the door catch clicked. I opened my eyes to find Poppy standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. Her hands went to her hips.
‘Not asleep yet, Miss Gabby?’ she demanded.
‘No,’ I answered. ‘I’m wet.’
She answered with a sigh and came into the room, turning the light on. A single tug pulled down my covers, exposing me. She shook her head.
‘Wetting your nappy I can forgive,’ she said, ‘because I know you can’t help it, but you should have called me. You made a wet patch on your sheets, and now I’ll have to change the bed!’
‘Sorry, nurse,’ I managed.
‘You may well be, young lady,’ she snapped. ‘Off the bed and on to your mat.’
I climbed off, glancing at the tiny wet patch I’d made on the sheet, an arc no more than a few inches long where my nappy had leaked slightly. She spread out one of my plastic sheets on the floor and I sat down to suck my thumb as she changed the sheets, tutting all the while. Only when the bed was made did she turn her attention to me.
‘Right, miss, on your back,’ she ordered.
I got down immediately, opening my legs to make it easy for her. She took the powder and cream down from the shelf, along with a new nappy, and came to kneel beside me.
‘You should have called out for me,’ she repeated, pulling a nappy tab open.
I didn’t answer, lying inert as she opened my wet nappy and pulled it out from under my bottom. I felt air, cold on my wet skin, and suddenly the urge to pee welled up inside me again. An instant later, a little yellow fountain burst from my pussy to splash on the mat beneath me and run down between my bottom cheeks.
‘Miss Gabrielle!’ she exclaimed.
Her mouth had come open in annoyance but I just kept on peeing, letting it trickle down over my skin to form a little pool underneath me. My bottom-hole wanted to open too, letting everything out into a big, sticky mess between my thighs, but I held it back, contenting myself with peeing in front of her. She watched, kneeling up with her hands on her hips, until I had finished.
‘So, we want to be messy, do we?’ she snapped. ‘Well, young lady, you may like to know that I wasn’t going to spank you, but now I am. How do you like that?’
‘No, please, sorry, nurse,’ I managed.
‘Too late for apologies,’ she answered me. ‘Right, let’s clean you up, then over my knee you go.’
I gave a weak nod, my stomach already fluttering at the thought. She was going to spank my bottom, and she was right to as well. She was always right, whatever she decided. That didn’t stop me shivering as she pushed a towel under my bottom to soak up the worst of the pee and went for a bucket. I’d half expected her to make me clean it up, even push my face in it to remind me not to be a dirty girl. She didn’t, contenting herself with making me sniff the wet towel before dropping it in the bucket.
After spreading out a new plastic sheet, she had me crawl on to it and roll up. My bottom was wiped and powdered amply, with my legs held apart as my sex was done, then high to make sure my whole bottom received an even coating. With my legs held up I was given a few pats. I thought the spanking was going to start, only for her to stop.
‘There we are, nice and dry,’ she said, ‘which is just as well, as it has to be smacked. Now, a little cream to stop you getting sore. Stay like that. Hold your legs.’
I took hold of my legs under the knees, keeping myself exposed, spread wide and high, as she twisted off the lid of the cream pot and stuck her finger in. It came up thick with cream, far more than she needed, and I sighed as it was pressed to my sex.
‘Now, now, let’s not get dirty,’ she chided, rubbing the cream over my sex and the smooth, shaved skin of my pussy mound. ‘I know you like your little dirty games, but that is not the time.’
‘Yes, nurse,’ I answered, shaking my head in a desperate effort to rid myself of the overwhelming feeling of arousal inside me.
She was stroking my sex, rubbing cream on to me, between my lips, bringing me up towards an orgasm which was going to be inevitable unless she stopped. She did, an instant before it happened, and transferred her attention to my bottom-hole, dabbing on a little cream and slipping the top joint of her finger inside. I clenched to stop myself just doing it in her hand, which I was sure would have earned me the cane, justly. She seemed not to notice and sat back to rub the excess cream into her hands.
‘Right, up,’ she ordered, rising. ‘The sooner we get started, the sooner it will all be over. Come on.’
I obeyed, rising as she did, shaking hard, to stand with my hands crossed over my newly creamed pubic mound as she made herself comfortable on the bed, her knees stuck out to let me get into the proper position. Looking up at me, she patted her lap.
‘Come on, I said, let’s have that little bottom up.’
Again she patted her lap. I went down slowly, laying myself across her knees, my toes on the ground, my bottom lifted for her convenience. She took me by the wrist, pulling my arm up into the small of my back, gently, but firmly enough to leave me trapped and ready for spanking.
I shut my eyes as her hand settled on my powdery bottom, wondering if she really would be gentle, or if she felt I should genuinely be punished. Her hand lifted; her fingers came down on my bottom, a pat, another, and I knew.
She was so good, gentle and patient, patting my bottom, lightly at first, little more than a caress, until I had begun to sigh with sheer pleasure. My legs came wide, showing off my pussy and bottom-hole in abject surrender to her. Only then did she start to smack harder, fractionally, making my skin sting a little with each slap. I began to warm, my bottom seeming to swell as I was dealt with, my cheeks smacked evenly, all over.
Soon I’d begun to push it up for more, revelling in my spanking in a way I’d seen other girls do but had never thought
I would. Poppy gave a little chuckle at the sight and began to work on the insides of my cheeks, slapping her fingertips into my crease, close to my anus. I spread wider, opening myself to her completely, and in response she began to spank my pussy.
It was gentle, but enough to sting and make me gasp as my pussy-mound and lips were smacked. I was sure I could feel myself swelling and was imagining the red of my sex and bottom, open and ready, smacked up to heat and colour as I was punished, naked, blatantly exposed, while the woman spanking me was fully, perfectly dressed.
I think I would have come, because the smacks on my pussy sent the most glorious shocks out from my clitoris, and my head was singing with the sheer joy of what was being done to me. As before, Poppy seemed to gauge my reactions, stopping just before I reached the point of no return and going back to my bottom.
It was harder now, firm swats to make my cheeks bounce and quiver. I didn’t care. I was ready, hot and open over her lap, my bottom glowing, my sex agape and running juice. She could see, I knew, and I wasn’t surprised when the spanking stopped abruptly and a finger was inserted into my vagina, well up, to wriggle around, inspecting the state of my sex.
‘Dirty girl,’ she said, and wiped her finger in the crease of my bottom.
Again she began to spank, harder still, until at last I began to gasp and kick my legs in reaction. It was right though, my bottom a hot, fat ball behind me, throbbing and swollen. I knew I’d be red, and could picture myself, my naked body spread out over Poppy’s lap, my bottom jumping to the smacks, my skin an angry red, my pussy blatantly wet, my bottom-hole spread out for all to see…
