Peter's Punishment

by Patti Remick

 

Part 8

 

As I lay there crying and whining She angrily grabs me firmly by the arm and lifts me off the floor. I continue to cry hysterically and can feel the wet panties against my crotch as She practically drags me back upstairs. My little legs are doing all they can to keep up with Mommy who has a firm grip on me and is pulling me along quickly. As She drags me up the stairs She says, "So you need to pee more?" sarcastically

mimicking my plea. And then very angrily She snarls, "Get upstairs you bad little baby…what a very bad little sissy baby girl you are…get upstairs!"

At first I assume She will probably take me back to my bedroom and in a strange way I feel a sense of relief as I assume She will have to take me out of these wet panties and will probably undress me to do so. Maybe, I pray, She will even put me back in my boy clothes too. But I am discover that I am terribly mistaken as She takes me past my bedroom, and past the bathroom, to the door at the end of the hallway. I know that this room had been empty for a long time but in the last few months Mommy had started to keep the door closed and locked. I have no idea what is in it, why She has kept it locked, or why She has taken me here. While still holding me firmly by the arm She reaches into the pocket of Her jeans and takes out a set of keys. Then She unlocks the door and I nearly faint - my little tights clad legs feeling weak - with the sight I am seeing.

She has converted the room into what looks exactly like a baby's nursery room – in fact from what I can see She has made it into a little baby GIRLS nursery room. It is painted pink and decorated with pink and white and I notice right away all the white baby furniture in it. As I quickly look around in horror I see what definitely is a crib with tall white metal bars on all sides, a large playpen on the floor and what appears to look like a baby's changing table with drawers and large storage compartments underneath it.

I am frozen in the doorway as I look around the room in shock and am suddenly jolted as She quickly and firmly pulls me into the room. She then pushes me further into the room and proceeds to quickly lock the door behind Her with a key. Frantically, I try to run for the door but I cannot open it as She has locked it securely. I look up at Her as I struggle with the door but She just smiles at me apparently taking great pleasure from my predicament. In my frustration I finally just collapse on the floor at the foot of the door, continuing to cry hysterically.

Ignoring my crying I can see through my tears that She has walked over to what appeared to me to be a changing table. Through my tears I look at it carefully and am horrified. Although it looks a bit large it definitely IS a changing table just like a baby's changing table. It has a white padded top with pink edging and I can see what appears to be several white straps with little pink fasteners at their ends. It has several drawers and compartments directly under the padded top although I cannot really see what is it those drawers.

I am startled as Mommy turns around and while standing in front of the table looks at me and very matter of factually says, "Ok you bad little sissy baby, lets get you up here so you can 'pee more'."

Her continued sarcasm on the phrase 'pee more' is not lost on me as I am now realizing my little ploy has totally backfired. Further horrified at hearing this, I now try to stay were I am near the door. I look over at Her, my eyes pleading, but She just sarcastically smiles back at me and with a flattened hand mockingly taps twice on the padded surface of the table, Her hand motion tauntingly 'calling' me to the padded table as She says, "Come on now my little sissy baby…I'm waiting." Completely horrified I continue to stay frozen by the foot of the door. She again says, "Now come on my little sissy Patti, I want you to get up here for Mommy right now…like a good little sissy baby."

Horrified by what I see I continue to remain at the foot of the door. But now Mommy's face turns very stern and She puts Her hand on the top of the table's padded surface and says, "Now Patti, get up off the floor and get up here on the changing table right now or else."

As I hear Her use the words CHANGING TABLE I just cannot take it and begin to have another tantrum but this time Mommy comes right over to where I am laying and begins to pick me up. Hysterically, I try to resist but She grabs my arms and practically drags me to the changing table. I begin to scream and cry as She then grabs me under my arms and quickly lifts me up…my little lace anklet and Mary Jane shoe encased feet desperately trying to stay touching the floor. As She holds me up from under my arms my crotch is clearly visible to Her inspection and She can now clearly see that I have further wet my panties and tights. With a disgusted look on Her face She continues to lift my now hysterical body up and in one swift motion She lifts me up over the table and lays me down with my back on the padded surface of the hideous piece of furniture.

I can feel the plastic cover of the table's padded surface and, still hysterical, I try to get up off of it. But She quickly pushes me back down onto it on my back, and tells me, "Now don't you move." Before I can even try to move again She quickly brings one of the white straps under my arms and across my chest and fastens it to a pink clip on the other side of the table. She then firmly pulls the strap tight and I quickly realize I can no longer lift myself off the table or even roll over. I am still hysterical as She now orders me to pull my skirt up. I am crying very loudly but She tells me to lie still, shut up, and do as I am told. Angrily She yells, "Pull the front of your skirt up right now, and spread your legs do you understand me!" Her now raised and harsh voice startles me and using both hands I quickly put my skirt up over my blouse.

Restrained as I am I can no longer even attempt to try and hide my wet crotch and complying with Her orders I now move my feet apart. Mommy now looks very closely at my wet panties and tights and again shakes Her head in disgust. She coldly says, "Well you little sissy, just look at this…You have had a tantrum and wet your panties just like a little baby, didn't you?"

Crying loudly all I can say is, "No Mommy no, it was, it was an accident…I'm sorry…pleeease…." But She just ignores my pleading as She did before. She then says to me something that totally horrifies me because I'm not sure what She means but I can clearly tell that She is seething with anger.

"Well we have something for bad little sissy girls who wet their panties."

 

 

 

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