Mothers know best II
Jonathon had chalked up last weeks mothers coffee morning as one of those experiences not to be repeated. And yet, less than one week later, he found himself once again the centrepiece of the mothers conversation as he absently scooted toy cars around the playmat whilst awkwardly stretching his t-shirt to cover his nappied bottom.
This time however, Mummy had taken the precaution to spank him already this morning as a warning should he misbehave, and whilst draped across her knee she had inserted three suppositories up his tender back side. And to reinforce her doctrine she’d added a crotch strap to Jonathon’s reigns ensuring nappy removal was firmly under her control.
Half an hour later and despite his best efforts he knew by the cramps in his stomach the inevitable would happen. He’d been warned how to behave when he needed to fill his pampers and fearing another spanking he reluctantly felt the need to comply.
“Mummy I need to do a poopies” he whispered under his breath so as not to attract too much attention.
“I’m sorry darling speak up we can’t hear you” she said, the volume and abrupt change of conversation causing the other mums to pause and divert their attention onto him.
“I… I’m..”
“Nice and loud please, Jonathon.”
“I’m… ngh!” he gasped as he fought back a wave of cramps. The nattering had stopped and the room went awkwardly silent, all eyes now on Jonathon.
“Remember what I said Jonathon, do you need reminding?”
“No mummy” he squeaked, the pains spreading across his tummy as he desperately tried to hold back.
“Well..?”
“I’m doing poopies in my nappy mummy”, he mumbled again.
“Look at me jonathon.”
He raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Look around the room and tell everyone what your doing.”
His eyes fixed on a spot behind Tom’s mums head and with a gasp and a grunt from the sheer exhaustion of trying to hold everything back he blurted his next sentence in a loud rapid sentence.
“I’m doing a poopies in my nappy mummy!”
With his body now firmly in the control of his up and coming bowel movement, he dropped to his hands and knees and for the next ten seconds uncontrollably filled his nappy with a huge semi firm, suppository induced mess. Red faced from both the shame and the exertion he averted his eyes whilst the women stared in a mix of awe, shock and approval as the poor boys nappy began to expand and a smell of poop filled the air.
“I must say Linda, your discipline methods are so effective. He’s so obedient! Filling his nappy like a good little boy!” Barbara said, clapping her hands in in glee.
“I agree”, piped up Jennifer. “Do you mind if I take a few photos just to show my Robbie what will happen to him if he doesn’t behave?”
“Yes please do.” Mummy said, shoving Jonathon’s dummy in his mouth and making him face the group.
“Now Jonathon, tell the ladies what you are and what you’ve done, then I want you to go round the group and ask them all to feel your bottom just so they can gauge how much poopies a big boy like you can do.”
“Please, mummy” Jonathon mumbled, shame and humiliation washing over him.
“Jonathon” she said her voice raising in a menacing tone.
“Mrs Jenkins…” Jonathon faltered, gingerly waddling over to the first mum. “I’m… I’m a big baby and I’ve done poopies in my nappy Mrs Jenkins. Please, would you like to feel my bottom?”
He burned with shame as Mrs Jenkins stood up and turned his padded rear to face the audience, bending him over slightly and began mushing his mess around.
“My, my, that’s such a big mess you’ve made in your nappy isn’t it baby Jonathon?”
“Yes Mrs Jenkins” he squeaked, tears welling in his eyes.
“I can see why you’re wearing such a big, thick nappy!”
By the time he had been round the group his mess was plastered up his crack and under his balls, the room was filled with his stench and tears of shame were running down his face.
Despite poor Jonathon being an emotional wreck, Mummy was intent on inflicting every ounce of shame she could on the poor boy. For the next hour she forced him to sit in his poopy nappy, with his dummy firmly between his lips, colouring in a picture of a teddy bear wearing a huge nappy until she was ready to change him.
Laying on the playmat in the centre of the room, mummy slowly pealed down his plastic pants and opened the front of his nappy revealing the large brown mess to the audience. He fixed his gaze on the ceiling in an attempt to avoid the seven pairs of eyes boring into him and just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse he felt mummy’s gentle wiping beginning to excite him.
“If any of your boys have a masturbation problem then now’s the time for a milking. I normally do it when he’s still messy just like this but sometimes I’ll just put him over my knee and rub the front of his nappy. Either way it keeps it all contained and you can clean him up all in one go.”
Shamed, humiliated and now utterly betrayed by his own bodily reactions it was all too much for young Jonathan.
“GET OFF ME!” He shouted, spitting out his dummy and twisting to one side in an attempt to get away
“Oh no you don’t Jonathon! Help me hold him down ladies!”
And within seconds he found himself overpowered and pinned down with his dummy shoved firmly back into his mouth.
“Young boys have such a sex drive and it makes them all aggressive like this. Enforced milkings are the best, that way you can regulate his masturbation and keep him calm and obedient at the same time.
"It looks… like he needs… calming… down now.” Laura said in staccato fashion struggling to hold Jonathons wriggling right leg.
Before he knew it mummy had his erection in his hand and began gently stroking it up and down.
“Pwease no, noth here mummy!” He hissed from behind his dummy.
“Well then you shouldn’t have tried to get up Jonathon, you only have yourself to blame. Here Jennifer, do you want to have a go? Stroke him up and down like this.”
Jennifer gripped his cock slightly firmer than mummy and began masturbating him to nods and comments of approval by the other mums. Each of the ladies took their turn to tug at his young cock, commenting on how stiff he was or how cute he looked or how messy his nappy was.
Finally it was Robbie’s mums turn. As she positioned herself on her knees between his legs she snapped on a pair of rubber gloves she’d found in the changing bag and gripped his cock pointing it straight upwards.
The other gloved hand began probing around his dirty crack until it found its mark, its sole purpose, he knew, to inflict yet more shame on him. Slowly, she rubbed the outer rim of his rosebud, almost imperceptibly inching her finger in past his clenched hole until the tip of her finger was just inside his back passage. There she held it, the act of violation being purposefully drawn out, his cock was rock hard in her hand, his eyes tightly closed, his body tensed for the inevitability of what was coming next. But as the silent seconds ticked past and the finger didn’t move he let out the breath he’d been holding, opened his eyes and relaxed against his captors bondage. And at that precise moment Robbies mum pushed her finger straight up Jonathon’s dirty hole in one slow movement.
That’s all it took. With his cock firmly grasped in one hand and her finger now buried deep in his hole he arched his back and with a long moan sprayed a jet of cum straight up into the air narrowly missing Robbie’s mums face. As she twisted her finger inside him he bucked and squirmed as pulse after pulse of hot sticky cum pumped out onto his chest in front of the audience.
“Wow, what a lot of spunk he has!” Toms mum exclaimed. “ I can see now why you need to regulate it.”
He shuddered as his orgasm subsided and lay still. He felt humiliated and drained. Drained of poop, drained of emotion and now drained of cum.
“You see”, mummy began, looking round at the other mums, “ he’s such a docile little boy now and wouldn’t do anything to disrespect me. It’s the type of punishment boys like ours need. It’s great to do this just before bedtime, then feed him a bottle of warm milk and he’s asleep in seconds. And best of all, it stops his filthy teenage masturbation habits and having to wash his bed sheets every other day.”
“I’m going to instigate nappy punishment as soon as I get home.” Tom’s mum cut in.
“Me too” said Robbies Mum firmly as she slipped her finger out of Jonathon’s backside and peeled off the soiled gloves.
“Well that’s settled then.” exclaimed Linda, “We’ll have a play date next week with all the boys in their nappies together!”
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