Saturday 16 June 2012

A story by Janice and Wincy


‘Is my sweet little baby all tucked up in beddy-byes ready for sleepy-byes?’ asksMelanie as she tucked the baby blanket under his chin.

‘Of course, he didn’t look at all happy when we dressed him in his new winceyette pyjamas,' laughed Lisa.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when Lisa, her mother and Lisa’s friend Janice, left Babykins tucked up cosily in bed and descended the stairs back out into the garden to enjoy their tea.

Lisa was expecting more of her friends to arrive for her pyjama party, the girls hoped to stay up late, perhaps as late at midnight.  Melanie and her mum welcomed their return.
 Melanie snickered, ‘I don’t suppose he enjoyed that one little bit!’

‘My brother is only getting what he deserves the brat!’ Lisa said, adding, ‘we left his window open a bit, so hopefully, when he wakes he can hear us all talking and enjoying ourselves while he is confined to bed. That should annoy our little Babykins, even more, knowing that we are all down here enjoying the sun while he is in his cosy nightwear!’

After about an hour of pleasant conversation, free from the annoyance of her brother, Lisa decided to check on Babykins and tip-toed up the staircase, as she did so a plan started to take shape in her mind. She could not prevent a smile spreading across her face as she crept into his bedroom. It didn’t take her long to find what she needed.

Silently she pulled back the bedclothes that encompassed slumbering Babykins and started to unbutton her sleeping brothers’ winceyette nightie, he stirred slightly and she hesitated, fearful he would wake before she had prepared the scene of the crime!
Carefully, she slipped the small torch and war story comic book that she had found in his room under his pillow.

‘Naughty Babykins is going to be in lots of trouble now,’ she whispers to herself as she plants a tender kiss on his face and leaves the room.

Standing at the top of the stairs she shouts dramatically for her mum. The sound of her approaching footsteps once again brings a smile to her face. Seconds later they enter the bedroom of the bleary-eyed Babykins.

A bewildered Babykins is barely awake as his furious mother berates him for his disobedience.

‘Didn’t I tell you to go straight to sleep young man; instead, I find you have been reading comics under the bedclothes just like a naughty little boy.’
His mother brandished the comic and torch in front of him whilst Lisa smirked at his discomfort.

‘To make matters worse,’ scolded his mum, ‘haven’t you been told you are not allowed to meddle with the buttons on your nightie? You know very well that you are not allowed to dress or undress by yourself.’

Babykins began to realise that Lisa had tricked his mother into believing he has misbehaved and tries to tell her this, only instead his mother believes Lisa, he was indeed guilty and now he was lying to her.
‘But mummy, it’s Lisa, she must have done this…and… I am not a baby!’

‘How dare you try to blame your sister, you will be severely punished for this flagrant naughtiness.’
‘No, really mummy, that bloody sister of mine has…’
SLAP!

‘We shall have none of that language you naughty Babykins’.

His mother pulls Babykins out of bed, twists his ear until he cries out in pain and marches him into the bathroom. Lisa gleefully follows.

Mummy grabs a washcloth and wets it with hot water, she roughly washes his face causing Babykins to resist and whine about being innocent.
‘So you still won’t admit you are a bad little Babykins? So be it. I will clean that fibbing mouth of yours!’

 Taking a bar of soap, she holds it under the warm water, until it is soft and sudsy.

‘Now open that mouth and put that deceitful tongue of yours out at once!’

He knew how angry mummy was but Babykins hesitated just long enough to anger her even more. She pinched his nose as she shoved in the soap. His mother soaped his tongue until he felt sick, then she soaped inside his mouth. The scented soap made him want to gag, even more, the soap began to melt, increasing the soap bubbles and suds. The soap broke off into pieces that lodged in his teeth and began to burn his tongue a little. Lisa, meanwhile, laughed silently behind her mother’s back. Babykins tried to tell his mother but she kept telling him not to tell fibs about his sister and that upset him even more. Eventually, as his mother withdrew the soap from his mouth he could not prevent himself from spluttering and spitting up suds all down his winceyette nightie and almost everywhere else.

Babykins mother was not amused as she stripped him right down to his flannelette nappies and hauled him across her lap, Lisa, eager to join in his humiliation helps to unfasten the safety pins and lets the nappies fall away from his bottom.

‘Pee U, you smelly baby!’ she cries in disgust. Babykins hadn’t even realised that during his mouth soaping he had wet his nappies.

‘Ok Babykins, you deserve this.’ His mummy said as she rolled up the sleeve of her blouse.

Mummy began to spank, as she had never done before.

Babykins bottom became redder and redder. The sound of her hand hitting his sore red bottom was masked by the desperate squeals of pain and protest that billowed from his soap encrusted mouth.

Exhausted from administering such a severe spanking, mummy slips a pair of thick rubber baby pants over Babykins flailing legs and orders Babykins to clean the bathroom until it is spotless and put his soiled nightie and pyjamas into the wash.

Lisa’s friend Janice bounded up the stairs, eager to discover what all the commotion was about.

Babykins had finished cleaning; mummy dragged him by the ear back to his bedroom. The curtains were now open and the sun shone brilliantly into the bedroom.

Babykins stood shamefaced before his little sister, her friend and his mum.

Lisa smirked as she spoke, ‘Mum, I think that perhaps Babykins bedroom is providing him with too many distractions’

‘Explain please Lisa?’ asked mum curiously.

‘Well, since I am obviously more mature than Babykins, I should be the one to have the large bedroom complete with his TV, DVD player, stereo and computer; and he should be put into the small back bedroom that used to be my nursery”.

Babykins anger began to rise as he realised how cleverly Lisa was scheming against him, he knew very well the room Lisa talked about. Situated on the ground floor, Babykins would be within a few feet of the patio area; able to hear everything that went on but helpless whilst tucked up in bed.

‘Think about it mum,’ Lisa continued slyly. ‘You will need lots of peace and quiet so you can rebuild your business that my thoughtless baby brother nearly ruined. Won’t you need to entertain potential clients at the house?’

‘Perhaps you are right Lisa. Once in bed, he won’t be able to act cranky and upset my guests. What do you think Janice?’

 ‘Oh Yes”, exclaims Janice. “If it were up to me, he’d be in beddy-byes where he belongs all of the time!”

Lisa, snickering and giggling along with young Janice, continues with her plan to encourage her mother in keeping her brother confined to bed and pyjamas.

‘Of course, I will need to relax during the summer after my hard work at school without being disturbed by Babykins here. I need time to spend with my friends.’

 Lisa held her breath as her mother thought about her daughter’s suggestions.

‘I agree with everything you have said Lisa, my mind’s made up. Babykins, it’s back into the nursery for you!’

 Until then Babykins had been totally ignored. His anger bubbles to the surface as he splutters, ‘now just a moment, you don’t think that I will agree to this, do you? You lot are mad….’.

‘How dare you speak to us like that Babykins! Get over here this instant’ Mummy grabs him, turning him as she sits down so she can apply another bare hand spanking to his sore behind. After numerous swats, causing him further discomfort and a red bottom, she marches Babykins into the corner of the room.

‘Hands on the head you naughty Babykins.’ Babykins sobs with shame as he obeys his mummy.

‘Lisa dear, will you fetch baby’s dummy please?’

‘Of course mummy, I would love to!’ Squeals of laughter from both Janice and Lisa assure Babykins that they are fully enjoying his humiliation.

Babykins is made to crawl on all fours like a mewling baby in front of his young tormentors as Lisa tied his dummy into place’

‘Here you are the baby brother, your yummy dummy, freshly filled with delicious castor oil for you to suck on and enjoy. Now, hands on head and stand facing the wall while Janice and I prepare your new bedroom. You will really enjoy spending your days tucked up there Babykins ha-ha!’

Lisa and Janice rush off giggling leaving a contrite Babykins to ponder his fate.

It would be easier and more effective she suggests, asking Aunt Beatrice to ‘baby-sit’ Babykins when they go out or entertain guests, family or friends. (Beatrice is a tall muscular woman who dresses very severely and brooks no nonsense from her ‘babies). She used to look after Babykins as a five-year-old and still wants to treat him as if he were still a little boy.

His mother immediately phones Aunt Beatrice and explains the situation. She readily agrees to spend the summer taking care of Babykins and making sure he is tucked up in bed good and early every day.

The first thing she did upon her arrival is to dress him in his baby blue, Teddy-Bear motif winceyette pyjamas. She also gives him a pyjama case in the shape of a little lamb called Cuddles.

When it is approaching his bedtime, Aunt Beatrice asks, ‘what do you need before you can go to beddy-byes?’ The reply he is required to make is of course, ‘Cuddles’.

That is the cue of ribald laughter then lots of cuddles from the females watching, as he is dressed for bed.  Aunt Beatrice really enjoys dressing and making him behave like a small boy.

Sailor suits short trousers and little boys style pyjamas are her favourites. Babykins certainly has an eventful summer to endure.

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