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Costumes

Chapter One

I always liked acting and I was twelve when I joined the local drama group, which was more than adequately funded so was able to put on plays, and even musicals nearly all year round and while there were plenty of adults, and more than enough girls, they were really lacking in boys, as there was really just me and the sons of some of the others, who didn't have so much choice about it. Therefore I ended up with nearly all the boy roles, well the little boy roles anyway, as I looked younger than I was, which left the teen boy roles to others. That was a shame, as although the little kids had the best costumes, they very rarely got to do anything but by the time I was thirteen going on fourteen I was having ideas which is what led to my first ever adventure with Ronan Hunter.

Ronan, and his little brother Jon, were the sons of the group's main writer/director, and the head of costumes, so it was for that latter reason alone that I made sure I'd get close to them. Mind you, there were also pretty much the only other boys around, so that helped. That said, although I was the same age as Ronan, he looked older to me. Not that he looked older than he was, it's just that I looked younger, some years younger in fact, and, occasionally when I was in costume, even younger than Jon.

Anyway, no matter how close friends I'd become with Ronan and even Jon, I wasn't ready to involve them in my character games, at least not on purpose, although as things turned out, they became more than involved, so much so that they more or less became the heart of them. But, as I said, that wasn't how it started out.

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Everything was set, as I pulled down the large bag from the top of my wardrobe, and started making preparations for my first teenage costume game, not knowing just how great it would turn out. I wasn't going to do anything until the following day but wanted everything ready to go all the same, which is why I was rooting through my wardrobe for things to put into the bag. This though wasn't to be my normal clothes but an old school uniform. of a white school shirt, a grey v-necked pullover with blue trim around the edges, long grey socks, again with the blue trim, a blue blazer, with a gold badge on the breast pocket, a small cap that match the blazer in both colour, and that it had a badge on the front, and, finally the grey school shorts that were really rather short, in that the inside leg wasn't more than two inches long, so barely made it down onto my thigh, let alone towards, or past my knees like modern shorts were.

The uniform had been for some old style play we'd done, in which Ronan had been down to play the oldest son of the family, but he hadn't looked young enough in the clothes, even though we were twelve at the time, plus, of course, there was the mater of his long shoulder length hair which really didn't go with the image, so I'd ended up in the role, and I have to say that I'd loved the uniform, which of course, is why it ended up in my wardrobe at home, rather than Mrs. Hunter's costume department.

I can remember the first time I'd put that uniform on, especially the shorts. The cool white lining that felt so fresh against my skin as it rode up my legs, and onto my rear, which, at Mrs. Hunter's suggestion had been bare, as apparently, shorts with lining were made to be worn without underwear. The shirt came next, all buttoned up, right to the neck, so the tie would run smooth and straight down my front directly over the shirt buttons, fastened at the top with a small knot, and totally tucked under the collar. The shirt also had to be tucked into the shorts, so that it wouldn't show around the middle once the pullover was put on, which of course I did, following all the rules that Mrs. Hunter had researched for the role – she knew I liked to do things properly. Likewise the socks had to be pulled right the way up, to the knee and then turned down so they were a set distance beneath, with the blue band, straight on each leg, and at the same level. The cap too, had to worn in the centre of the head, with the peak out over the front, and the badge in the centre for the true effect.

The first time I saw myself in the full uniform, I couldn't believe how both how smart I looked, and how young. I must have stood there for several minutes just staring at myself, transformed from the near thirteen year old I was, into what looked like a nine year old. It was just a shame that the play I wore it for was such a short run, as I'd have loved to wear that uniform all the time, if I could, but alas once the play was over, I didn't see it again, for nearly a year, when I was able to smuggle it out, and start to plan my adventure.

The idea was simple, I was going to do what I'd always wanted to do and wear the old style school uniform out on the street, and see if I could pass it off as normal clothing. Of course, I'd have to be careful where I did that, as I didn't want to get into any trouble, or be seen by anyone I knew, but I knew of just the place. There was an old prep school on the other side of town, that would be closed for the summer so there would be no one around, but if I went over there then, I wouldn't look quite so out of place. I'd just be another smart looking little boys that the people living around the school would be used to seeing. At least that was the plan.

I woke at just before six on the day in question, and dressed in normal tracksuit and trainers I left the house but instead of heading to the football camp I'd told my parents I was attending I went into the woods where there was a clearing where I'd played dressing up games as a kid. Tarzan, cowboys, and the like had been my favourites back then, but now I was on to something different, albeit in the same way.

Once I'd checked there was no one else around – there never was – I slipped off my tracksuit, opened up the bag I was carrying and took out the school uniform, which I then dressed in, placing the track suit back into the bag, which I then hid in the bushes, so I could change back into it before going home. It all worked like a dream. I even managed to walk to the closed school without seeing anyone, although that was largely due to my taking a route through the woods, and avoiding all the roads. Then, just as I got to the school gates things went, rather badly wrong.

"What are you doing here kid?" barked a voice,

To say I was startled would be to rather understate it, as I turned to find a boy roughly my own age – my real age that is, not the age I looked – eyeing my up and down while I struggled to find something to say. And failed.

"Are you lost, or trespassing?" the youth asked me, before clearly deciding it was the latter, and reached over to take my elbow, "You'd best come with me!"

My first reaction was a shock, at least it was to me, as I seemed resigned to do what this boy wanted, and my body just sort of slumped, going limp, just like a little kid does when he knows he's caught. Only I wasn't a little kid, I was a teenager playing dress up and the last thing I wanted was for someone else to know that, so I started fighting back, by first trying to shake free, but by then the youth had a firm grip on the elbow of my blazer, so in the end I only had one option and that was to try and kick him. Only that didn't exactly go to plan either.

I found out later that the boy who found me was a prefect at the prep school and had called in with a mate to pick up something from the office, which is what he'd been doing when he'd spotted me sneaking in the gate, that he'd left a little ajar instead of locking it behind him, like he was meant to. Naturally, this meant my being there was sort of his fault, and that's why he couldn't just let me go. Of course, being a prefect in a prep school also meant he was good at dealing with little kids, so he saw the kick I aimed at his shin, long before it got the chance to connect, making it easy for him to not only step out of the way but to use it to his advantage.

Stepping neatly to the side, John, allowed the kick to sale past him, while at the same time, using his grip on my elbow to spin me around so I lost my footing, and allowed him to move my elbow up behind my back, until I was effectively trapped in a slightly bent over position. Not that I realised this until I felt the whack land on the seat of my shorts.

There were two spanks as it happened. Both landing right in the centre of my shorts that, due to my position were now stretched really tightly across my bottom. And that was only the start, as several more spanks landed while I became rather more animated at being spanked for the first time and that, as I wasn't wearing underwear, I could feel the blows though my shorts a lot more than I ever would have expected.

The youth had me in his total control. Every time he raised his right hand and bought it down again hard, I made a yelp, as I tried to catch my breath, but yet I couldn't escape, held firmly as I was, around the waist, and with my arm up my back, totally unable to move as I was spanked. The youth knew what he was doing too.

The first dozen spanks I received that day, were done in a sound fashion allowing me to feel each and every one with just enough gap between them to make sure that I would. Then the second dozen started.

During the first set I protested in the way you would expect, but by the time the second set was underway, I'd stopped doing that, and found myself, no longer trying to reach back to protect by rear, but instead, just standing there and crying as I was spanked. This allowed the youth to change his grip.

Now I was bent that little further over, causing my shorts to not only tighten more but to ride up my legs, so that not just my legs were exposed now, but the crease that marked where my legs became my bottom, and the ‘sit spot' where you sit down which quickly became the youth's new target.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

On one side and then the other, blows landed into that crease and on the sit spot until my bottom was turned into one burning mess. I knew anything, let alone a spanking, could sting that much, until I could barely get a sound out as my breath caught in my throat, at least up until the final blow landed, when, almost at once my crying resumed full force, until I sounded like an even young kid.

Eventually the youth grabbed me by the scuff of my neck, and pulling up on the combined collars of my shirt and blazer, pulled me onto my feet, where I stood with tears running down my face, and the backs of my legs, not just my bottom seemingly on fire from the sound spanking I'd been given. Not that I stayed still for long, as in a second or two I was doing the cliched bad boy shuffle, dancing from foot to foot, trying to squeeze the burning sensation out my rear, with my hands while trying to work out just how a simple hand spanking through clothing had hurt so much, as it had.

"Calm down, you little tyke!" the youth said, handing me his hankie, "And clean your face up."

I felt a bit better a moment later, once my face had been cleaned up, even if I hadn't been allowed to do it entirely myself, the youth having been unsatisfied with my own efforts and taking over to do it himself. Ending with holding my nose in the cloth so I could blow it, which was a really weird experience at my age.

"Right then, that's better. Now, let's take you inside, and see what we can do with you but, be warned any more playing up and you won't be sitting down for a month, got that?"

"Yes!" I mumbled.

The youth then surprised me once more, by taking hold of my hand, and leading me not back towards the gate as I'd expected, but instead, deeper into the grounds and then into the actual school itself, right towards the headmaster's office.

When we went in the headmaster's high backed chair was turned towards the window, but soon it was turning around, slowly but instead of the distinguished looking old man, I'd have expected to be there instead, it was another boy. A boy I knew rather well and who, more to the point, knew me.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Ronan Hunter, the only other teenaged boy in my drama class, exclaimed, from the headmaster's chair.

"I found him out in the grounds, just poking about."

"Dressed like that?"

"Yeah, dressed like that."

"I see," Ronan was silent for a moment as he took in the full impact of the schoolboy uniform I was wearing and which, no doubt, he recognised from the play we'd done together. He didn't say anything he was looking me directly in the eye, but even then he didn't speak to me, but to his mate: "Why is his face so red?"

"He tried to kick me when I asked what he was doing here, so I spanked him."

Ronan's eyebrows raised up, not that you could really see them under his long shaggy brown hair, "You spanked him? And he let you?"

"Course, he let me, he's only a little kid, and there's nothing he could do about it. See!"

Suddenly I found myself being spun around, and the back of my blazer being lifted up, so Ronan could see the red handprints that just showed below the hem of my short shorts.

"Seems you did a good job too, but you'd best get back to what you were doing. Leave him here with me and I'll sort this out, okay?"

Ronan and his mate talked about how they were sorting things out in the deserted school for a bit before the other boy left to finish sorting the gym gear out, which is what he'd been doing when he'd spotted me. Of course, that left me alone, in the headmaster's office, with Ronan.

Thankfully, during the discussion I'd managed to pull myself together a bit better, especially now my bottom wasn't so sore any more, but rather just a little bit on the warm side. I did however wait until I was alone with Ronan before I rubbed it, although that, as it turned out wasn't the right thing to do.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ronan, who'd now come around the front of the desk, slapped the backs of my legs, very firmly causing me to yelp and dance away from him.

"Hands on your head, you naughty little scamp, and go and stand in the corner."

I opened my mouth to speak but was quickly told to be quiet again, while my friend's finger pointed the way to the corner in which he wanted me to stand, which was the one behind the door, and where I was soon stood, with my nose pressed up against the very old smelling wood, with my fingers laced together on top of the little school cap, I was wearing.

Meanwhile, Ronan returned to the headmaster's desk, which he sat on, looking me over. Of course I couldn't see that was what he was doing, but I could feel him looking at me, in the little schoolboy uniform and, no doubt smiling to himself. He could remember, probably just as well as I could, the number of times I had been cast in the "naughty little scamp" role while he'd been the serious teenager, instead. It had even been suggested that I could be "Just William" at one point, an idea that I'd have loved to do, but which, just wouldn't have fitted the rest of our group. All the same, I know that this is what I must now look like, with my uniform slightly scruffy from the spanking and being hauled into the headmaster's office. One of my socks was down, my shirt had come un-tucked from my shorts, and my tie was no longer straight.

I must have stayed like that for over fifteen minutes as my arms were started to ache from being on my head for so long and yet I didn't feel anywhere near as sorry for myself as I probably should have been. Something about having Ronan there, made me feel a little more in relaxed than I had been with the strange boy, even though I released from having been stood in the corner that Ronan wasn't yet finished with me. And I was right too.

It turned out Ronan was just waiting for me to do something wrong, and I did when I started to look to see what he was doing.

"Did I tell you to turn around, boy?" he barked from the desk.

"No." I replied, my voice having a little bit of a squeal in it, from the loudness of his voice in the otherwise quiet building.

"Well it seems you just can't do what you are told can you? Do you know what that makes you?"

I wasn't sure what I was meant to say to that, as surely Ronan knew just what I was. Thankfully he explained what he meant.

"I'll tell you then, shall I? You are clearly a very naughty little boy."

Nothing else was said, but I was aware Ronan was walking across the room, to where he slipped his hand under the raised tails of my blazer, to grip the waist of my shorts, which he then pulled upwards, until the shorts could go no further and the crease of my bottom was exposed. Then he spanked me.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I yelped as the spanks rained down my by now bared flesh. My leg, jumping up and down, in time to the blows, which didn't, last long, although they were soon to be repeated on the other side, with that leg then doing the same jumps.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Once more I danced from foot to foot. The very tops of my legs, stinging so much it felt like they were on fire, as tears quickly came back to my face.

For the second time that day I no longer felt like the teenager I was, but more and more like a little boy, and not just because I was quite a bit shorter than Ronan was, but more due to the clothes I was wearing and the way I was being treated, which oddly I rather enjoyed.

"Now, you behave like a good little boy and I won't spank you any more." Ronan said when he was done. He even patted me on the head. "Right then, let's see the damage."

A shudder went through my body as Ronan's hands came to my waist, and started fiddling with the double fastening on the front of the shorts, which he made short work off, and followed that up with one swift tug, that pulled the school shorts right down to my ankles.

"No undies!" Ronan laughed, "You really are a naughty little boy, aren't you."

My hands remained on my head throughout this, but they weren't going to be there for long, as Ronan, moved away from me, he returned to the desk where he first turned around the high back wooden chair that faced it for visitors to sit on, and then picked up a wide wooden ruler from the top. Then he sat in the chair.

"Come over here, naughty little boy." He told me.

Turning around to see what he meant I nearly fell over the shorts around my ankles, but thankfully didn't, managing to catch my balance at the last moment, before I shuffled over to where he was sitting in the big chair, clutching the wooden ruler in a way that made it obvious that he intended to use that on my already sore backside.

"Don't make me come and get you." Ronan warned, as my step faltered.

It was very much like we were playing the schoolboy visits headmaster's office, scene in a play, only I knew Ronan wasn't going to be doing any acting with the ruler, once he got going, yet all the same, I continued to shuffle towards him until, when I was within reach, he took hold of my arm and pulled me down over his lap, and held me around the waist so I couldn't move.

The chair Ronan was sat on must have been quite high, as although Ronan had his lower legs dead straight so he lap would form a platform for my to lie over, I found myself unable to really reach the ground on either side of him, with my feet or even with my hands. This naturally added to the sensation I was having of being the nine year old I know I looked like with my already reddened bottom pointing up wards, waiting for further punishment.

CRACK!

The ruler had been raised high above Ronan's head, and then it came down with a sharp sound right across my bottom, in a way that me shriek.

CRACK!

It happened again. The ruler landing in exactly the same spot.

"You're a naughty little boy!" explained Ronan, as the third blow whistled through the air.

CRACK!

Thankfully he changed his aim at this point, going instead for the crease that was already sore from the two earlier spankings and which made me cry when it was once more punished.

CRACK!

Oddly I didn't make a sound any more, just lay there with my mouth open, as three more came down in quick succession, in a circle pattern as if Ronan was sticking the quarter hours on a clock face.

That broke me for real, and I wailed, just like a broken little boy, only I wasn't acting. My body went limp, over Ronan's lap as he quickly finished off my spanking, in a brisk, but effective manor

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The last three landed once more in the middle of my very sore bottom, with the ruler managing to cover both my checks at the same time while I continued to cry out that I'd be good from now on.

"There, there!" was the next sound I heard as my well built muscular peer who'd just spanked me, rocked me gently on his knees as, no doubt he had done before whenever his little brother Jon – who could be a real scamp at times – was punished for some prank or other.

Ronan had already put down the ruler, and eventually got me to stand back up again, where I was once more returned to stand in the corner, still with my shorts down, and my hands on my head, only now with my well punished bottom showing out beneath the lower hem of my blazer. I was still standing there when the other boy returned from his duties and saw me.

"Wow, you punished him good." He gasped, at the redness of my rear, before he turned to Ronan and asked if he won't get in trouble for that.

"Oh I don't think so. Little Nicky isn't going to be telling anyone about what happened are you Nicky?"

It was a form of my name that I hated, especially as it made me sound younger, but on this occasion I wasn't about to complain about it, so said nothing, as after all not only was Ronan right, I wasn't going to be telling anyone that he'd spanked me, but more to the point he knew I wouldn't be either. I could only hope that he would do the same, especially as, during the time he ‘walked the little lad home' I'd told him everything I'd done, and why.

Chapter Two

My experience as a naughty schoolboy didn't put me off dressing up, even though I did return that particular costume to Mrs. Hunter's stock room, although while I was doing so that I found something that I thought even better. A mummy costume. Well it wasn't so much a costume itself, as a collection of rolls of wide sticky tape, that had a cloth like finish in one side, and which only stuck to itself, not to anything else, like a sort of Velcro. They were inside a bag, that also included a swimming hat, and careful instructions about how to put the tape on, paying particular attention to the fact that it could prove painful for anyone with large amounts of body hair and that it was recommended that something was worn underneath. Of course, I didn't have any body hair, so that wasn't going to be a problem for me.

Naturally as soon as I saw this in the storeroom I wanted to try it out, but where and when?

I just couldn't think of anywhere, until the idea hit me, why not do it right where I was in the storeroom, that was at the back of the theatre, next to the props room. Then I reconsidered that, and decided to go into the props room as there would be more room in there to move and probably somewhere to sit as well.

Picking up all the things I would need, namely the mummy costume bag, some scissors and a couple of other things, I crept out of the costume store and into the props store where, not only was there somewhere to sit down, but an actual bed, that would be even better, and a lot more comfortable than laying on the floor, which had been my original plan.

I was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt that day, but according to the instructions these were the very things you should wear under the tape, as it would get pretty hot so I had little option but to remove them along with my shoes and socks, until I was left in just my underwear which I have to admit I did consider taking off, but decided against it, in the end, although I wasn't going to follow the suggestion of putting on a nappy either, as even if the costume was tricky to get off, I didn't have one handy.

Quickly I got down to work, once more following the instructions, by starting at my feet, where I wrapped each of my legs individually all the way up to just below my groin. Then I did the same with my arms, working on each one, separately, with the other hand, until they were both covered. My torso was next, where I worked from my chest up to my neck, and then down to my legs, making sure to run a few strands between my legs, before I finished the wrapping so there would be no gaps in the mummy suit.

Next I put the swimming cap on, making sure that all my hair was tucked up inside it, before I wrapped the tape all over and around my head, making sure that I went loosely around my neck as I didn't want to choke, before making the tape tighter as I went under my chin, and over the top of my head, and then around and around, until only my eyes were left showing. Naturally though, I'd left the bottom of my nose free so I could breath, but you wouldn't actually be able to see that from the front.

That was as far as the instructions went, as the on stage mummy in the play the costume was for, had to be able to walk around and move his arms even though that wasn't really realistic. Being the costume expert that I now thought I was, I knew I could improve on that though, and I knew just the way to do it too.

Standing by the side of the bed, I wrapped some tape around my legs, securing them together, and then set to work on getting my arms into the classic crossed over the chest pose, that mummies always have.

This I did by wrapping some tape around each hand in a loose fist, so that they were covered, but with the idea that I'd still be able to open my fist afterwards. Then with the tape roll hooked over the end of the bed, and the end still sticking to my right wrist, I crossed my arms and moved my arms around so that the tap would fasten them together.

When all was done, I carefully tipped myself over until I landed on the bed, where I was very happy to see in the mirror of the wardrobe next to it that I really looked like a mummy all wrapped up, tightly bound and ready to be put in a sarcophagus for all eternity. Not that I had an eternity of course, although I did have a clock nearby that would tell me when an hour was up which was the limit I'd given myself, before I'd set myself free with the scissors that I'd left on the bed within reach.

It didn't quite work out that way, as I hadn't allowed on Mrs. Hunter, realising that I still had the keys for the stock room, and sending one of her sons to get me, and ask if I wanted a snack with them before I went home.

I heard the footsteps before I realised what they were, and what that meant, but by the time I had done so, the door of the prop room was already opening and Ronan Hunter was once more staring at me dressed in a costume.

"So you're a mummy today then are you, Little Nicky?" He laughed.

I tried to say something but with the tape under my jaw totally prevented me from opening my mouth, so instead I made a grab for the scissors but they'd gone down the bed a little, meaning I had to sit up in order to get them, but that just gave Ronan an idea.

"Oh wait you've not got the costume on right. Let me Help."

Jumping on to the bed, slightly behind me, Ronan picked up the roll of tape and while I was helpless to stop him, he wrapped it around my upper torso, many times until my arms were fully secured to my chest, banishing any hope of my being able to get out of this, on my own.

"You're welcome." He said, as I continued to mumble about what he was doing apparently thinking that I was thanking him. "Wait there while I get Jon to give me a hand."

Jon Hunter had the whites blond hair, you could imagine and at the age of eleven, was nearly as tall as I was, so even though he couldn't stop giggling at the way I was bound up, he was perfectly able to take my feet, while Ronan held me under the arms, and between them the two brothers carried me out of the prop room, and into the main part of the theatre, where their mum was waiting for them.

"Why's Nick wearing the mummy costume?" she asked, not surprisingly.

"He wanted to see what it was like to be a mummy for a bit." Replied Ronan, not being entirely too far from the truth.

"Okay," she shrugged, "Well I wanted to show you this movie as we're thinking off doing this next."

A couch had been placed in front of a TV and the three of us boys sat on it. Well I sort of slouched, as I couldn't really bend my legs all that well while Mrs Hunter put the movie in. Only it wasn't long before, Jon started to poke me in the sides to try to get more room for himself, but this just moved me over to his brother who did the same back.

All the while I squirmed as best I could in the tight wrappings, trying to make noise to get Mrs. Hunter's attention, which eventually worked, but then, she only said that, as I wanted to see what it was like to be a mummy, then I'd just have to put up with it, as it was all great experience. This was, naturally a little frustrating at the time, although later, I knew that I'd be able to use it to my advantage later on, or at least an excuse should I get caught in my games again.

The odd thing was that although I'd only intended to be a mummy for a few minutes, now it was for longer, I was really enjoying it. Enjoying it so much, in fact, that it was a good job, the tape was tight enough around my groin not to show my erection, at least I hoped it was, as I really couldn't see that part of my body.

About half way through the movie, Mrs Hunter paused the DVD, and asked who wanted snacks. Of course we were boys so we all did, but only two of us could put our hands up, as mine were taped to my chest.

The food was in the kitchen, not surprisingly, and was help yourself, which naturally I couldn't do either, but thankfully Mrs. Hunter made sure that her sons bought me back something, but when she suggested that my arms be released so I could eat, Ronan had other ideas, stating, that mummies didn't have arms, and that, to maintain the character I should stay wrapped up and that they could feed me instead. Mrs. Hunter agreed.

Of course for me to eat at all, I had to have my mouth un-taped, which Ronan did, with great care, and which took some time because of the amount of tape I'd used to ensure that I wouldn't be able to talk leading Mrs. Hunter, to suggest that I was really into my role, before going on about how that was a good thing, and that her boys should do that more often, which didn't seem to make them any happier.

Anyway, I choose not to say anything to this, even once my mouth was freed, but did allow Ronan to feed me the pizza his mum had bought with him, although I had a bit more trouble with the drinking, as using a glass wasn't that easy, especially when that glass was being held by someone else and I made a bit of a mess, leading to Jon suggesting that they could get a baby's bib from the clothing store for me to use.

We watched the rest of the movie, in the same way, with me sat between the brothers unable to move, but with my mouth uncovered, yet still I didn't speak, mainly as no one spoke to me, so was able to stay in character, in a way that I was starting to love.

At some point during the second half of the movie, Mrs. Hunter disappeared back into the clothing store, probably to tidy up any mess I might have made, which left me with just the two boys.

"So Nick do you often dress up in stuff?" Jon asked but before I could say anything his brother replied.

"Yeah he does it all the time don't you little Nicky?"

The use of the name from my schoolboy experiment caused me to blush, although no one could actually see it of course, which was just as well as it was about to get worse.

"Oh, you mean that really happened." Jon's eyes darted from his brother to me and back again.

"Told you it did, didn't I?" the older brother scoffed before he noticed I was dribbling again, "Hey got get him a cloth or something, will you Jon."

Now normally Jon, like any eleven year old would have told his big brother to get it himself but on this occasion he literally leapt out of the seat and ran for the clothing store, to return a few minutes later not with a cloth but with a large baby's bib, and a bottle.

"These will stop him making a mess," he explained as he nipped behind me to tie the bib around my neck, and set about filling the bottle up with the soda that we'd been drinking all afternoon.

"Don't give him too much or he'll want to wet himself!" warned Ronan, but that only made Jon giggle before suggesting that it would be easiest if I was laying down.

Despite asking just how he knew this Ronan did as Jon suggested, by pulling my head down towards his lap which, due to the tightness of the way I was wrapped, caused my legs to come up by themselves onto the other end of the sofa.

I ended up with my head, pretty much in Ronan's lap which meant he would have to feed me the bottle, rather than Jon which the latter was clearly disappointed about, but all the same he handed the bottle over.

Ronan, pushed the nipple between the wrappings around my mouth, until it slipped inside, and then he continued to hold it there, but nothing seemed to be happening. I didn't know that you had to suck on the bottle to make anything come out, but apparently Jon did, and it was his suggestion that Ronan give the bottle a little squeeze now and again to help the liquid out.

"There's a good boy!" Jon announced in a totally patronising voice, once the bottle was empty.

"No he's not," replied Ronan, "Nicky is a bad little boy, who needs to be punished. Help me roll him over. So I can spank him again."

The spanking never happened, at least not on this occasion, as it was at that moment that Mrs. Hunter returned, and eyeing up the situation announced it was time for me to get out of the costume and back into my own clothes, which she'd bought out of the prop room for me.

It took quite a bit of time to get me unwrapped, largely due to Mrs. Hunter wanting to make sure the tape could be used again, and was rolled up correctly. They started by removing the parts that held my legs together, and then released my arms from my chest. Both of these made my limbs tingle a bit from being so immobile for so long, but the feeling quickly came back to them, allowing me to stand still while the rest of the wrappings were unwound from my body, and I was allowed to dress again, and go home.

Chapter Three

I was over at the Hunter's house, sorting through a stack of clothes that had been donated to the theatre group, when Jon and I came across a large doll that was dressed up like a baby.

"Blimey look at the size of this!" he said, pulling it out of the duel layer bin bags it had been in. "It's nearly as tall as me."

He wasn't wrong, although clearly modelled on a toddler of around one or perhaps two years of age, given the way it was dressed, the doll was seriously out of scale, and standing on it's bowed legs, stood at nearly four foot tall.

"You're mum is going to love that." I suggested, already thinking that it would make a good fake baby to be used on stage,

"Perhaps, if it didn't look so fake.."

Turning the head around to show me what he meant, Jon was once more proved right, as the doll's face was about the freakiest thing I'd ever seen, largely due to one eye socket being empty and the blood that had been painted onto the plastic to look like several cuts.

"Must have been for Halloween, or something," I suggested.

"Yeah, shame it doesn't really go with the clothes, and stuff, as this lot would look great on the right person." Then Jon went silent for a bit before he asked me something that had clearly been on his mind for a while, "Nick, have you ever thought of dressing up like a baby?"

"What? Me? No?" I blustered; telling the truth, although even as I said it, I started to wonder what that would be like only to be confronted with the obvious problems. "Those clothes would never fit me anyway. And they're girls clothes anyway."

"I know the clothes won't fit you," Jon said with a lot of confidence, "But I bet the nappies would and we can use some of the other things. Go on it will be fun."

"But…" I said, although that was all I could think of saying, as Jon was already pulling out of the bag the doll had come in, another, fresh nappy, that looked real, and which was clearly big enough to fit me.

It wasn't long after that moment that I found myself wearing a nappy for the first time. My normal clothes were discarded on the nearby chair. I'd even taken my underpants off this time, once Jon had correctly pointed out that nappies were the underpants of whoever was wearing them. After all the plays and costume changes we'd done together, neither of us was shy, so being naked in front of Jon wasn't an issue for me. Nor was dressing and undressing in front of him, or asking for his help in order to get the nappy on. Odd thing was that never once did I wonder just where he'd learned so much about putting a nappy on as there were no babies in his family.

Anyway, once I was naked, Jon unfolded the nappy out on the floor and had me sit in the middle of it. Then he got me to pull the front part up between my legs, and then, with his help, I taped it down to the sides, over each of my hips. This we had to do a couple of times until the nappy was good and tight, and no in danger of falling off if I moved around but eventually we got it right so that it would stay there.

"How's that feel?" Jon asked once it was on.

"Not bad." Was my reply, "I bit like wearing padded underpants, but nosier."

He laughed at that, and not surprisingly as although the nappy did look like underpants, albeit rather big ones, the made a noise whenever I moved. Crinkling and crackling, in weird way.

"Right then, how about a drink?" Jon offered.

"Sure!" I replied, only to find Jon had produced a baby bottle for me, and another bib. Well I say another bib, but it and the bottle looked almost exactly like the ones he'd used before at the theatre. Holding these he sat down in the middle of the rub.

"Right then, I think it would be best if you got into my lap, like you did with Ronan, and then I can feed you the bottle like a baby would."

It sounded stupid of course for an eleven year old to be feeding a fourteen year old a baby bottle, but then, so did the idea of a fourteen year old to be wearing a nappy, and a bid. There again we were both actors, so doing stupid things was something that we'd got used to doing, so I did it.

Jon groaned a little as I placed by padded bottom in the gap between his crossed, legs, and then letting my legs poke out one side, rested my upper body back on the other side. Jon's hand came around my back to help support me, while his other hand held the bottle up to my mouth to allow me take a drink.

That was when Mrs. Hunter returned home.

"Well, well," she said taking in the scene in front of her, "Don't you make the cutest baby Nick?"

I hastily explained, what had happened, and that I was just trying the role out to see if I could do it. Using the exact same excuse that she had given me when she'd found me wrapped up like a mummy. Jon adding to this that it was just a game.

"Yes I can see that." Mrs. Hunter "What about you Nick, are you enjoying playing baby?"

I said that it was all right, in the usual nondescript teenage way, not once noticing that she never asked Jon if he was enjoying it, or just how the bottle and bib had got to the house from the clothing store, as she must have realised that's where they came from, given that she knew everything that was in that storeroom, backwards.

The odd thing was that I was enjoying it. The feel of the soft padding of the nappy seemed to cuddle both my private parts and my bottom, in a way that made me feel all tight and secure. I even liked the feeling of sitting in someone's lap, and the security that came with that.

Suddenly Jon piped up: "If only the rest of the clothes would fit him, then he'd really look like a baby, wouldn't he mum?"

"He probably would yes," Mrs. Hunter agreed going over to look at the clothes on the doll, "I could probably make something like this stuff if you wanted me to."

"Would you mum?" Jon got a little excited by the prospect but I still had a major doubt.

"But they're for girls!"

"Don't worry I can make boy baby clothes too. In fact I think I might have some in the costume store that could work."

Jon turned to me: "Yeah go on Nick, it'll be fun."

"I don't know!" I said, more so because I felt I had to rather than anything else. After all it was one thing to dress up in front of people to go on stage, but another to admit to wanting to do it, just for the fun of it.

"Go on Nick," Jon continued to push, "You could pretend to by my baby like before."

I assumed when he said, before he meant just that minute earlier, or maybe even when I'd drunk from the baby bottle when I'd been mummified, but I later found out that Mrs. Hunter had been led to believe there was more to this than that, and that Jon had pretty much set the entire thing up himself. The doll, which had started all this, hadn't even been donated but he'd dressed it up himself, just to get be involved. Of course I didn't know that at the time, or else I probably wouldn't have agreed, even though I never could resist a decent role, especially if it came with a good costume.

"Right then, I'd best measure you Nick. We'll got to my sewing room."

I knew Mrs. Hunter already had my measurements, just like she did every other member of the theatre group, but as Mrs. Hunter pointed out, a baby's costume has to be a better fit than most of the costumes we were provided with.

Walking along the corridor down to the sewing room I became more and more aware of the nappy as I moved and it wasn't just the noise either. Even though it was fairly thin as nappies went, I still wasn't used to having so much material between my legs, which made me walk in a very slightly bow legged way. This led Mrs. Hunter to even comment that I was practising my baby walk, even though I hadn't been.

The measuring itself was pretty uneventful as I'd been through dozens of times before. Mrs. Hunter's tape being passed around my body in various places, that I was used to – waist, chest, collar, etc – and even those places I wasn't used to – wrist, ankle, upper thigh, etc – didn't give me any cause for concern, as she was a professional. Nor did it bother me that she never asked what clothes I'd want to wear as a baby, as she was always in charge of the costumes.

Once the measuring was done, Jon and I returned to the living, and did pretty much what we would have done anyway, continuing to sort through the donated stuff, putting some of it into a pile for what could be used, and others into a bin bag, for donating on. However, I continued wearing the nappy through all this, never once thinking of taking it off, and of course Jon never suggested it. In fact I only took it off when it was time for me to go home, and even then, Jon tried to suggest that I keep it on, under my regular clothes, so I could ‘get used to it' but I declined thinking that one day of wearing a nappy was enough. Mind you I was wrong about that.

Chapter Four

Sammy Nester was a nice little boy in just about every meaning of the word. He was blond, neatly turned out, and polite, a far cry from how I, and every other eleven year old I'd ever met had been, which is why I choose him to become the best friend of ‘Nicky' the nine-year-old prep school boy character that I'd created.

Getting to know Sammy was remarkably easy, no doubt due to him being such a nice kid, so nice that even the old style juvenile uniform I was wearing when we ever we ‘happened' to meet, didn't put him off getting to know me. Actually, if anything it encouraged him. He ever asked question about the school I went to and what it was like. Thankfully, I'd done my research and had all the information ready, so passed that test with easy and even learned something about Sammy back in return. Mind you, I knew a lot of this already from Ronan

You see Sammy Nester knew Ronan Hunter, as Sammy's big brother, Ritchie went to school with Ronan and although I didn't know Sammy, I had certainly met Ritchie, or Nicky had anyway. It had been Ritchie who had given me my first ever spanking, in the grounds of their school on my first outing as Nicky, and it was that encounter along with what he'd said about keeping his little brother in line, that had singled out Sammy as someone I should get to know, to see if I could really pull off pretending to be five years younger than I actually was.

In order to see if Sammy would be my friend, and if what Ronan suspected about Ritchie was correct, the first time I ‘happened' across Sammy playing football in the park, I quickly got around to mentioned how I'd accidentally trespassed in the local prep school and had been spanked by two of the bigger boys. The reason for this was mainly just to see if Ritchie had told anyone about what had happened, but, as it turned out it also proved that little Sammy was more than interested in what had happened, as although he listened politely while I told the story as soon as it was over, he was asking for more details about not just what had happened, but how it had been done, and how it had felt. Clearly, little Sammy was not only interested in spankings, but he was experienced in them as well. Just how much I had to find out.

This opportunity came a little faster than I though it would, and only when Sammy announced that he had to change and go home. Naturally given that he was wearing an almost spotless soccer kit, in white, complete with long socks that were, I noted always pulled up, I asked why he couldn't go home in what he was wearing.

"These are play clothes!" he said, "I've got proper clothes to wear in the street."

It was an odd rule, but clearly it was one he was used to, as he trotted over to where he'd left his bag, making up one of the goal posts he'd been shooting into and removed another more formal pair of shorts along with another shirt. Then, standing there, not particularly hidden or anything, he pulled off his soccer shirt and dropped his shorts.

I was a little stunned by this, but clearly Sammy Nester wasn't the least bit shy, as anyone who happened past would have been able to see him standing there in his underwear and it wasn't as if he was wearing boxers either. Instead he wore a pair of rather too small, briefs that wouldn't have looked out of place on an eight year old. In fact they were probably even too young for Nicky to wear. Still one thing is for certain; they didn't cover up everything that they should. At least not at the back, anyway.

Looking as closely as I dared, I let my eyes travel over his nearly naked back taking in the slightly broadening shoulders, the narrow hips and the roundness of his bottom. There were no tan lines around his middle, but that wasn't the most interesting thing I noticed on his flesh, as peaking out from underneath where the rear of his briefs didn't quite cover him, were some faint, irregular marks on the flesh of his cheeks. Marks that looked almost exactly like those that had been on my bottom after Ronan had spanked me.

I got so absorbed in trying to work out what had left the marks, that I didn't realise that Sammy could see me watching him, although he didn't say anything until he'd once more pulled up his shorts, and put on a new shirt.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked.

"What? What show?"

"I saw you staring at my bum. Do you like it, too?"

"Like what?"

"You know, bums and spanking and stuff."

It was the exact opening that I had been looking for, but for some reason – perhaps due to it seeming to be too easy – I didn't jump at the chance and said I wasn't.

"Yeah right!" laughed Sammy, like only a little kid, as he carefully folded his ‘play' clothes and put them away in his bag quickly followed by his trainers, which were replaced by a pair of what could only be called ‘sensible shoes' on his feet.

This time I took up the invitation: "It's just the marks on your… on you. I wondered what they were from."

"Oh those," he shrugged, "I got spanked."

"Your dad spanks you? Aren't you too old for that?"

"My dad thinks so, yes, but me and Ritchie don't, so he spanks me."

It confirmed what I Ronan and I had suspected, but of course I wasn't meant to know who Ritchie was, so I asked, and he told me.

"Isn't that kind of weird being spanked, like a little kid, by your big brother?"

"Yeah, I guess a bit, but I'm used to it now, so it's okay."

"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked.

"Sure, but it's meant to and Ritchie's really good at it, but you know that already don't you." He smiled, "Come on, I live nearby, we can get a drink or something or do you need to go home."

"Not really," I admitted, falling into stride beside my new friend and turning the subject back to what I really wanted to talk about, "Does Ritchie spank you like he did me then?"

"Oh no, you got of likely. Ritchie always pulls my pants down when he does it to me. He says that's the only way it should be done."

"Isn't that embarrassing?"

"A bit, but it's also… you know… sort of feels good."

"Good?" I was more than a little surprised at the admission even though I knew it to be true from experience.

"Yeah, It's weird, but at time I even look forward to being spanked."

Now it was my turn to admit that being spanked wasn't such a big deal, and then to add that, unlike Sammy, I didn't have anyone who could spank me anymore if I got in trouble as my dad thought I was too old to be spanked.

"But you're only. what… ten aren't you?"

I didn't correct him either to my real age or that ‘Nicky' was meant to be nine as, after all, ten was close enough for now, and did put me nearer to his age which would help if this conversation was to go in the direction I hoped it would. And it did, on the very next line.

"I can fix that?"

"How?"

"I can spank you?"

That took me by surprise as I'd been expecting him to offer me up to his big brother again, but, I then realised that this was more the sort of thing that little kids would do, so in that context it made more sense, so I went with it.

"Great, there's no one at my house, come on."

Sammy started to run, and it wasn't long before we were not only in his house, but up in his bedroom, which like his choice of underwear was somewhat more suited to someone who was just starting junior school, rather than someone who had just finished it. Not that I got much of a chance to look around before Sammy was sitting on the end of his bed, telling me to pull my shorts down for spanking.

Nervously, I giggled like a little kid would in that situation, as I fumbled awkwardly with the double catch on my shorts and unzipped them, before pushing them down to my knees.

"This is going to be fun." Sammy reminded me, "But hurry up as Ritchie is due home from his mate's place soon."

That mate was, Ronan, of course, who was working to a very strict timetable to keep Ritchie out of the way, while I played my part, so I knew I was pretty safe from that respect, all the same, I had a part to play, so hesitated.

"Come on, get your pants down. Here let me help."

Before I could do anything Sammy reached and jerked the smallest pair of boxer shorts I'd been able to find – the only pair I had that weren't visible outside the legs of the grey school shorts themselves – and they end up around my knees as well.

"Come on over my knees you naughty little boy."

I couldn't help but giggle at Sammy's words which were almost exactly what Ronan had said the last time he'd spanked me, but still I was feeling a little silly standing there in most of a school uniform, so draped myself over my new friend's lap, and waited while he raised the back of my shirt up to expose my bottom. Then there was nothing for me to do but stay there looking down at the carpet, with my bared skin alive and tingling in anticipation. Then it started. Or rather it didn't Instead of spanking me, Sammy just patted and rubbed my bottom, in a way that I found a bit too exciting.

Turning my head, I told him to stop and do it properly, over my shoulder.

"Okay, well see how you like this." He said.

SMACK!

It wasn't all that hard, yet all the same it stung enough to make me jump.

"Don't be such a wimp. Ritchie probably spanked you harder than that last time."

He was right of course so I said nothing when he spanked me again even though it stung ever bit as much as it had last time, so I wriggled just a bit and that seemed to help.

Once the spank was delivered Sammy took the chance to rub my bottom again, before spanking me for a third time. This soon turned out to be his method. A hearty spank followed by a rub and then another spank. It not being too long before the spanks were falling regularly, and the sting was increasing.

"Your bum is getting red already!" noted Sammy. "It looks cool!"

That was not the word I'd have used, as my bottom was far from ‘cool'. If anything it was warm, and stinging, but in a way that I should have been surprised about, but wasn't. Yet Sammy was clearly getting carried away and the spanks seemed to be getting harder. His hand cracking down, time and time again which as my bottom warmed up, started to make it more and more painful. Painful enough for me to protest. Not that Sammy was interested.

"Don't be a baby!" he mocked me, which was ironic as I had been dressed as a baby just the day before.

Sammy continued spanking me, and I gradually became aware of a warm glow starting to spread throughout my body, but then he stopped as his hand was starting to hurt. Oddly though, his way of making his hand feel better was to rub it my entire red-hot bottom, before I was allowed to stand up.

"Told you it felt good." Sammy giggled, looking at the tent that was the front of my shirt.

"I guess…" I conceded before adding, as I turned around to see what the results were on the other side. "But my bum, really is red."

"Is you little bum-bum all sore!" giggled Sammy putting on a baby voice although that soon changed, when the door burst open.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?"

Both Sammy and I spun around, to find Ritchie Nester standing in the doorway, wearing a pair green checked shirt, and black trousers, and not looking the slightest bit happy, as he looked from his brother to me and my bare red bum, and then back to Sammy.

"I'm waiting."

"Nicky just wanted to know what it felt like." Stammered Sammy eventually.

"What, what was like?"

"Being spanked!"

"So," the fourteen year old turned his attention to me, "You wanted to know what it was liked to be spanked did you? Did last time teach you nothing, you little scamp."

Clearly he'd recognised me, but I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not so I said nothing.

"Well, if you want to find out what a spanking from me was like, why didn't you just ask?"

Actually I'd considered doing just that, but had figured that it wouldn't have seemed right for a nine year old to ask to be spanked and Ritchie might have thought there was something going on, so I hadn't. Mind you, having got to know Sammy perhaps it wasn't such an odd thing after all! Not that it mattered now.

"Still," Ritchie continued, "We can always make up for lost time, if you're are interested, or perhaps, even if you're not."

He almost shouted the last words, causing me to shrink away from him, "You can't spank me!" I said, only just remaining in character.

Slowly and deliberately, Ritchie raised his hand, which looked enormous, "Oh but I can… and I'm going to. You want to find out what it's like to be spanked properly by me, and now you're going to find out."

I was out of retorts. There was nothing more I could do to prevent what was about to happen. And I'm not sure that I would have done even if there had been something. I was about to be spanked, like a little boy, in front of a little boy by someone who although actually the same age as I was, thought I was a little boy. In fact they both did. This meant that they both accepted me as the little boy I was pretending to be. My act had been perfect. Of course that also meant that I couldn't do anything that would break the spell I'd created, and that I'd have to go through with the spanking. The real spanking, done by someone who know what they were doing, and had a lot of practise in doing it.

I stood there stupidly, not sure what I was meant to be doing, while my heart pounded under the school shirt, my face became hot and I could barely breath. There was the same feeling in the pit of my stomach that I could only put down to some sort of pre-spanking nerves, as it was the same I'd felt before, and which grew as Ritchie Nester put his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him as he sat down on the edge of Sammy's bed, with me directly in front of him, standing between his thighs.

"Now then, I think we need to get those shorts down, don't we?"

The question was rhetorical, so I didn't answer but I did blush, as his fingers became to unbuckle my school belt. My right hand drifted by itself over to see if it could do anything to stop what was about to happen, but it was soon knocked away.

"Don't even think about it." Ritchie warned me slapping the hand away.

The belt loosened, quickly followed by the waistband clip of the grey school shorts, as the top button was popped open. The zip soon followed as my shorts were opened all the way up, and then slowly, pushed down over my hips, past my knees, and then all the way down to my ankles.

From there it was easy for Ritchie to move me to one side, where his hand moved to the middle of my back, allowing him to tip me face down across his lap, with my bottom, in perfect position over his knee, while I had nothing to look at but the carpet a few inches from the end of my nose.

"Lift up!" he said.

I didn't know what he meant, so he explained further. "Lift up your middle so I can pull your underpants down, so I can spank you on your bare bottom, to show you just what a naughty little boy you are."

I swallowed a lump that came into my throat, suddenly conscious of the strong teenage thighs under me, supporting my weight, and the equally strong hands that were now on my hips, urging me to raise myself up as they tucked themselves into the elastic of my underwear, starting to tug them gently down to my knees, where they were to remain for some time to come.

The tails of my school shirt were then folded up my back, in a way that exposed my bottom to the maximum effect, while the thought of Ritchie Nester, and his little brother, looking at my bare bottom, caused that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach to intensify, while I waited for the spanking to begin. Only it didn't. At least not straight away. There was another part of the ritual that Sammy hadn't told me about.

A seemingly hefty hand, began to squeeze and pat my bottom, while Ritchie gave his opinion of what was going to happen, and what it was going to happen to: "This is a bottom that needs to be spanked. Have you been spanked before?"

"No." I said at first my voice shaking a little before I remembered what had happened the last time we'd met, "Not at home."

"Well don't worry, we'll soon fix that."

At the laugh in Ritchie's voice I glanced sideways to where Sammy was watching his big brother's hand size up my bar rear, but far from looking sympathetic, as I'd thought he would at my predicament, Sammy was clearly enjoying the show, as his own hands, crossed in front of himself, were also caressing the front of his shorts.

SMACK!

Ritchie's hand smacked down like a thunderclap, causing me to jerk on his lap, and yelp before I could stop myself.

"What's the matter? Not used to having your bare bottom smacked, are you?"

"No!" I managed to say as his other hand tightened his grip on my, while the first repeated it's earlier action.

SMACK!

For some reason that stung so much more than when Ronan had spanked me, no doubt because Ritchie was a lot more used to doing it, than my friend was.

SMACK!

Once more I yelped and flinched, causing my punisher to taunt me some more.

"You're bottom is already starting to get sore, eh, after only a couple of slap. Sammy wouldn't have even felt those."

There had been three smacks not two, but I didn't get a chance to correct him before the count climbed to four, and as a result, of the breath being knocked out of my, I slipped sideways from his lap.

"Get back up on my lap, and see if you can take your punishment like a big boy, rather than a big baby."

The taunt didn't bother me all that much, especially considering what Jon Hunter was planning to have me do, but all the same I got back into position, just in time, it seemed, for the next blow to land.

SMACK!

"Keep your bottom up!" I was warned and I tried to do that, but it wasn't easy, given the way Ritchie's hand was constantly pushing it back down again. Nonetheless Ritchie wasn't happy.

SMACK! "Lift!" SMACK "It" SMACK! "Higher!"

I tried to say that this was what I was trying to do, but the words just wouldn't come any more.

SMACK! – "Up!" – SMACK! – "Higher!"

Eventually, somehow I managed to obediently, arch my back to raise my bottom higher, as if offering it up for the punishment that was by now raining down on it.

"That's better keep it there."

The praise for my actions did little to change what was happening as Ritchie certainly wasn't going easy on me, smacking me every bit as hard as Ronan had done, even though he was only using his hand, until I couldn't help but try to protect my stinging rear with my hands. That though was a mistake.

"Oh no you don't!" he growled before wrenching my hands out of the way, and continuing where he'd left off.

With the target area cleared once more, Ritchie picked up where he'd left off. His big solid hand roles and fell relentlessly and I squirmed, twisted, and even kicked my legs in a desperate attempt to keep my bottom out of harm's way. But it was futile. Ritchie clearly had a lot of practise doing what he was doing, as his other arm was now clamped around my waist, immobilizing the middle of my body, so that my bottom was in range all the time.

Hot, salty tears squeezed out of my eyes and started to roll down my face, while all I could do was drum my toes helplessly on the floor and give a yell, or a groan, or both, whenever the hand left its stinging impression on my poor rear end.

SMACK

"Bottom up."

SMACK!

And so it went on. There was no doubt about it that Ritchie was in charge, and that no one was thinking of me as a teenager, but a naughty little kid getting what he deserved, via a bare bottom spanking. Each and every time I felt the sting of the hard hand, I was learning a painful but effective lesson that would help to improve the character I was playing, while making my bottom suffer. Yet despite that last point I was feeling strangely respectful towards Ritchie, which was another of those lessons you would never have learned about something unless you'd actually been through it first.

Suddenly the volley of smacks stopped leaving the room silent.

I continued to lay there, limp and exhausted, the only sound being my only childish sobbing, but even that wasn't making all that much noise but from in my head. Utterly spent I remained sprawled across the lap of another teenager, gasping and crying all at the same time, flinching whenever I felt him rub my scalded bottom.

"Are you going to behave like a good little boy from now on?" he asked me, and of course I agreed.

"Good boy!" He gave my rear one final slap before telling me get up.

I clambered off his lap quickly before he could change his mind, and stood there sniffing, frantically rubbing my hot bottom, while Ritchie just sat back watching with an amused smirk on his face.

"So," He said, "Now you know what a real spanking is like, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

"It hurts doesn't it?"

I nodded again.

"Spankings are meant to."

At this point I decided it was time to pull my shorts up but once more Ritchie had other ideas about that. "NO leave them where they are."

Looking at him, so he would give me the reason why, I found that he'd already turned to look at his brother, who he was beckoning over with the crook of his finger, in a way that left no one in any doubt about what was going to happen, and that Sammy was about to get a taste of what I'd just had. Oddly though, Sammy didn't seem all that bothered by it. But just how much he wasn't bothered I was about to see in more detail.

Just as he'd done with me Ritchie had his brother stand between his legs while he pulled down the soccer shorts, followed by the underpants that were beneath them. However, as they came down, something came up, that showed just how much Sammy had enjoyed watching me get spanked, and given the way the front of his short protruded, rather implied that he wasn't all that worried about what was going to happen to him, as perhaps he should have been.

A moment later, Sammy was face down over his brother's lap, wriggling himself into a position where his excitement wouldn't become painfully trapped on the hard legs, and with his mainly white bottom pointed in my direction.

Then the spanking began but unlike with me, Ritchie didn't need to tell his brother to keep his bottom up, as Sammy was doing that all by himself, and not all that reluctantly either which caused quite a problem for me, as I felt myself start to get aroused, which was not a good thing considering my own shorts and underpants were still around my ankles.

As his spanking got underway, Sammy gasped a few times but kept himself still, wincing but doing very little else as he lifted his bottom up for the next slap to come down upon it and that was it. His spanking was even clearly harder than mine, but he took it all, with nothing but an occasional flinch whenever a hard one came down on the same spot as the previous one, but then he'd just lift his hips up for the next one right away.

By the time the spanking stopped, Sammy's rear was really quite red, as was his face but as it turned the front of his shirt was still sticking out when he was allowed to stand back upright once more and rub the soreness out of his backside which told me my final lesson of the day. That naughty little boys didn't always dislike being spanked as much as they made out.

Chapter Five

Jon didn't waste any time, when I returned to his place, proving that not only hadn't he forgotten about his idea to have me dress up like a baby but that he'd expanded on it.

"You're too big to be a real baby," he said, "So instead, how about playing an older boy who thinks, and acts like he's a baby, instead."

It wasn't a bad idea, certainly a challenging role to play which is pretty much all I could ask for, and which no doubt Jon knew I would go for, especially as he had everything already sort out, laid out on the floor waiting for me.

A towel had been spread out, beside which was a large folded piece of cloth, that I guess was the nappy, along with a big tub of baby powder and some other bits and pieces that I wasn't so sure about but which were clearly going to be part of the costume too.

"Take your clothes off and lay down on the changing mat," Jon instructed me, pointing to the towel.

Once I was laid down, totally naked, Jon moved into position between my legs, and picking up the tub of baby powder dumped what felt and smelt like pretty much all of it, on my middle, until my private parts looked even more white than usual, although thankfully he didn't attempt to rub any of the powder in, as I know what result that would have given me from last time. Instead Jon just moved straight on to the nappy itself.

Unfolded the nappy he was using this time was clearly much thicker than the disposable one he'd had on my last time, and that is without considering that it was actually two, or perhaps even three nappies, placed on top of each other. Jon, however, treated them as one unit, getting me to raise my bottom up just the once so he could slid them all under me, but he did take the time to tape them all up separately which allowed him to get them just about as tight as they would go, and with no danger that they'd ever slip off.

"Now these!" Jon announced holding up a large pair of light blue plastic pants, that were then slipped up my legs and over the nappy at the front and, eventually around the rear, while I hoped my hips up and down, so it would go into place. I then had to roll from side to side, and even completely onto my front so that all the nappies could be tucked into the plastic pants.

"And these!"

Jon was now holding a pair of little leather looking gloves, only they didn't have any fingers on the, being just round at the end. They also had an odd looking buckle around the wrist part. "They're to stop naughty boys from taking off their nappies!" he explained as I held out one of my hands and allowed him to slip the mitten on. I had to put my fingers into a ball in order to get all my hand inside, but this allowed Jon to buckle the gloves around my wrists which would make it difficult to take one off and impossible to take two off.

"Finally this." A set of straps were held up which I actually recognised as a toddler harness even before I put my arms into the parts Jon instructed me to.

There were two straps that ran parallel around my chest, with the upper one just under my arms and the other a few inches further down. Connected to both of these were two vertical straps that went up from the sides of my chest, over my shoulders and then back down the back, where they once more joined up with the chest straps in a large buckle. Each of the various straps had little sliding adjusters built into them, Jon using them to ensure that the harness was a really tight fit but not uncomfortable, while at the same time, I knew I was wearing it.

"Good that's you dressed up, let's have a snack."

Standing up proved a little tricky, as there was so much material around my middle and especially between my legs that I couldn't do it in the way I usually did. Nor, for that matter could I pull myself up with my hands, as the gloves meant I couldn't actually grip onto anything, so instead I had to roll myself from side to side until I could get around onto my knees and then push myself up from there.

It wasn't far from the living room floor where the changing mat had been position to the kitchen where the snack was apparently waiting, but all the same, it was odd to walk for the same reason it had been had to get onto my feet in the first place. The bulk of the nappies between my legs, forced my thighs much further apart than I was used to, so much so in fact, that I couldn't close my legs at all. This all meant that instead of actually walking I was doing more of a sort of wobble, or even a waddle, as rolled myself towards the kitchen.

The kitchen looked just like it always had every other time I'd been there but for one obvious difference. At the end of the table, instead of a regular chair, there was a single high stool with a wooden back, that usual sat over by the bar area in the theatre, and it was this seat towards which I was directed.

Getting up onto the stool proved to be something of a challenge, due to the nappy and gloves, as I couldn't just cock my leg over it as I normally would have done, so instead had to back up to the seat and then sort of hoist myself up, with Jon's help, until the soft padding underneath my bottom was resting on the hard seat.

"Sit all the way back!" Jon told me, and I did, only to find that I couldn't get my legs together enough for them to rest over the front of the seat, and was left instead with no option but to trail them down on either side, which of course meant I had to keep my legs totally spread around the chair.

"Right let's make sure you don't fall off!"

Jon moved behind the chair, and started to do something with the harness I was wearing. At first I thought he was taking it off, but instead he was adding a couple of short straps to the D rings that were around the back. These he threaded through the back of the stool, and using the adjusters pulled them good and tight so that I was pulled all the way up to the seat back.

But he wasn't finished there, as he next took my right wrist and pulling it down to the side, attached it to the end of the strap coming around the back of the chair, before doing the same with my left arm. These straps clipped onto the buckles holding the mittens in place and with them in place I was totally unable to lift my hands up from my sides.

It was at this point that Mrs. Hunter appeared from around the corner, "What a lovely looking baby you make Nick!" she said. "And I see the highchair idea worked too."

"Yeah, nice one mum," Jon replied. "And the playpen too. Shame about the cot though."

"Quite so, but at least Nick has something to work with, doesn't he?"

"Yes mum,"

"Don't forget though, Jon that looking after a baby, even a big cute one like Nick here, isn't all fun. Changing nappies isn't as much fun when they are actually being used you know."

"I know mum!" Jon sighed, without giving any more information, which I'd have thought odd, if my mind wasn't too focused on not using my nappy for anything.

"Still, Baby Nick is probably hungry now so you'd better feed him."

"Yes mum!"

Mrs Hunter left at that point leaving me the strange sensation of having to sit there in the thick, bulky nappy, with my hands immobile by my sides, while an eleven year old boy, fed me a sandwich, and held up a can of soda so I could drink from it. Still at least it was real food, as Jon moaned more than once, that it would have been much better if he could have fed me some real baby food, and had be drunk from a baby bottle. Neither of which idea, although I could see the reasoning behind them, was something I particularly liked the idea off, it has to be said.

However, in the meantime, I did my best to play the role of a baby – or rather a teenager who behaves like a baby – as best I could, rocking in the chair to test the straps and generally not talking, even when Jon un-strapped me from the highchair, and after helping me down, led me, waddling over where he'd set up the small play pen in the corner.

The playpen was made, for a real baby, so the sides were quite low and even with the thickness of the nappy on I could have easily stepped out of it. Or rather I would have been able to had, Jon not threaded the strap from the back of the harness I was still wearing, through one side, and attached it to the radiator in a way that prevented me from standing up at all. This meant that I had no option but to just sit there, on my extra padded rear, and play with the toys lay out in front of me. These were, of course, baby toes.

And that's how I remained for the next couple of hours. Jon watched TV in the main room, while I sat in the playpen in the corner. Occasionally, my baby sitter – as he called himself – would come over and check to see if my nappy needed changing but, it never did, which seemed to disappoint him greatly and he kept repeating that "maybe next time" I'd be a proper baby, and, from the sound of it, he was going to make sure that I was. In the mean time though I was thinking about my next performance in which I was going to be a little older. Although not that much.

The End