Spanked And Put In Plastic Baby Panties

i used to be such a brat with my wife, who was a bitchy-domme most of the time. but chicken or egg, it's hard to know which came first. her attitude toward me was always like i was her inferior. she routinely gave out "tongue lashings", which made me feel real small and quite inferior. i knew i couldn't argue with her - but i tried. she liked "putting me in my place". so i'd annoyed her with silly little things, on purpose. i guess i pouted a lot too. she saw that and called me a sissy, enjoying every minute of my discomfort.

some days my pouting and "acting up" would go on all day, and by evening she would decide to take me in hand. she call me to come and i'd find her in the living room sitting on the couch with a hairbrush in her hand and a pair of my pearly clear plastic baby panties and a dummy next to her.

"get over here! all day long you've been asking for this. don't look soo surprised!"

as i stood in front of her she would unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans down. 

"get them off, now! and those..." pointing to my underpants.

grabbing my wrist she'd pull me over her lap, then she'd gather my wrists and place them in the small of my back. sometimes she'd tie them or cuff them, if she felt i was going to be more trouble than usual. 

with her hands on my wrists she'd spank my bottom with her hard, flat wooden hairbrush - and it hurt loads! i'd yelp. couldn't help it.

"what a sissy! act like a brat and i'll spank you like one. haven't you learned? little boys like you need to learn to behave!"

after a good few spanks my bottom was hot and sore. she would rest the cool hairbrush on it and feel my sigh of relief.

"what does mommy do with you when you're naughty?" she said in a sarcastic tone, which only made the humiliation worse.
"you're going right in your plastic baby panties. that's where you need to be - in your place, under mommy's thumb!"

she would slip them over my ankles and pull them up over my knees, then push me off and make me stand there while she pulled them all the way up. 

"and what's this...?" pointing at my 'pretruberance' 
"do you think i want to see THAT? go toddle over to the corner, go on. turn around and put your hands on your head. let's see how long it takes for you to behave properly."

she came up behind me: "open your little mouth..." and popped the pink rubber dummy into it.

"there's a good little boy. mommy's silly little dummy boy."

pulling up my plastic baby panties, she smoothed my bottom with her hand and it felt so good.

"now you stand there until you can be a good little boy, mommy's obedient little dummy boy."



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4 Responses Jul 30, 2010

For another chapter in this story - see Spanked And Put In Plastic Baby Panties And Used By Mommy here in I Plastic for Punishment. Enjoy!

What's next? Thanks to @plasticfet and @cndrewrvr8 for the encouragement!<br />
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Well, she would regularly say "it's time to put you in your place!" and send me to 'her' bedroom. I was allowed to sleep in 'her' bed as long as I behaved. She threatened to make me a punishment room - she said a small bed with rubber sheet, somewhere she could tie me up and leave me when I was too much trouble. I liked that idea of course!<br />
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One day, she was so fierce and angry I kept out of her way, fearing she would really hurt me - and then it wouldn't be just my fantasy but more real. She spanked me int he early evening and pulled my plastic bay-bee panties (as she liked to call them to humiliate me) up roughly, pushed a dummy in my mouth and turned me to face her as she put a little black leather slave collar around my neck. She pointed her finger right in my face and said "you ARE going to be good little boy tonight OR you WILL be punished soo hard you'll hurt for days." I was a good boy. Collared, pantied, dummied and only in a t-shirt. She barked orders to me or just pointed or whispered. Looked like she was scowling at me! I was scared. I made coffee, brought her drinks, cleaned the kitchen, got her anything she asked for, and even cooked a humble dinner and served her. She still looked pissed off. I was getting scared.<br />
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At midnight she said "now it's time for your bed. Mommy's tired of having a little brat like you around. Take my hand..." And led me to her bedroom, pulled back the cover and lay me down. I was still sucking my dummy. I was a little confused too. "What's this!?" she shrieks. I blush and tremble. She's looking at my little willie which has gone very big and is sticking up and pushing out the pearly clear plastic baby panties. I feel very silly.<br />
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SLAP! Across my face - real hard. Then she grabs my wrists and ties me to the top of the bed. SLAP! on my legs, then another real hard.<br />
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"You selfish little boy! You DO what Mommy says or I'm going to spank you SOO hard! Go to sleep. Right now." And she turned and left. I lay there trembling, sucking on my dummy - quite confused but still excited. After listening to her moving around the house, and to some phone calls she got - I could hear her laughter loud and clear, lying there in the dark, my wrists tied tight. I fell asleep.<br />
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I was woken by her standing over me. It was dark. The middle of the night. She'd been drinking. She was angry and soo determined. I looked up drowsily.<br />
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"You are such a little BRAT! So much trouble. Why does Mommy bother with you? You ARE going to learn."<br />
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SLAP! across my face. I squeeled "Ow!" She laughed. SLAP! on the other side, real hard. This wasn't play. She was angry. It was real. SLAP! on other side.<br />
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She straddled me. I looked up and she was wearing her favourite studded black leather bustiere. She slapped me again... and again and again. I couldn't move. Pinned by her and wrists tied too. Helpless.<br />
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"What a bad brat. NOW you can get your little pee-pee big and hard for Momm-my or I'll make you!" SLAP! SLAP! So many slaps I began to whimper. I was confused and lost.<br />
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"You little whimp! Going to cry are you? I'll make you cry, you little ****!" SLAP! SLAP! I was dazed and breaking down. She was breaking me down.<br />
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"I'm sorry..." I started to say. SLAP! She pushed the dummy in my mouth. "Shut up! Little ****, cry bay-bee boy. Little sissy!" SLAP!<br />
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She was sitting on my groin. She could feel my plastic panties and I could feel her wet ***** on me. So of course I got rock hard. She rolled herself up and down against me and I started whimpering again. SLAP!<br />
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"You'd better be good and big and hard for me, or I'm going to beat you! Do you hear me?" SLAP!<br />
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She pulled my panties down and grabbed my hard "little thing" so strongly, locking her fingers around me so I couldn't move. "Little sissy ****! You'd better do what you're told!" She man-handled me, locking her grip and rubbing the top with her other hand. Like raping me. She WAS raping me! I could do nothing. I was in shock.<br />
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"That's right. That's better. You feel that don't you? Momm-my's in control. You can't do anything! So you be a good little **** and lie there and do ex-actly what Momm-my tells you."<br />
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She rose up and sat on my shaft... SLAP! "Little ****! You're going to be trained to be my perfect houseboy." SLAP! She stroked herself on me slowly but with such force it took my breath a few times. I couldn't use my usual rhythm.<br />
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!<br />
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"Stop! You little ****! YOU don't do ANYTHING! Do you hear? You just be the passive little **** you are. Lie there and let Mommy show you how. You're so retarded you don't even know about sex. You are useless! You'll do it MY way or I'm going to hurt you. Don't mover unless I tell you. STOP humping, you little ****. " SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My face was burning.<br />
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She used me. She raped me. It was the first real time she had. All times before it was imaginary. This time it was real. I lay there and she slapped me and teased me until I did it her way, exactly as she wanted it.<br />
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She was enjoying the power and the fruits of her determination. Must have seen I was being as good as I could be. "That's better... You wait like that. Don't move. MOMM-MY knows what to do. Silly little boy! You're soo dumb. Docile little boy really aren't you? That's better. You follow what I do."<br />
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It was a long session. Her rhythm was so different - longer and deeper. I began to feel it and understand. She flashed a smile. "Good boy. See what a good boy you can be when Mommy is strict with you?" She grasped my little nipples with her fingernails and twisted and pulled them. I pouted and whimpered. SLAP! SLAP! "You DO NOT come. Is that clear?" I mumbled yes, sucked on my dummy, and she continued her long, slow strokes. I FELT used. Unable to move, tied up and pinned down, sucking my dummy, with Mommy ontop slapping me and telling me what to do.<br />
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Her ****** lasted forever. It was the longest I'd ever seen.<br />
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I didn't come. She had made sure. I was there to be used. And I was.<br />
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"This is how it's going to be... Your new life as my houseboy, sissy little boy who needs to be spanked and put in his place in plastic bay-bee panties, pretty boy and little ****. My **** ****. That's what you are. Now go back to sleep!"<br />
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I was dazed and delirious. I remember it well.

Wow, I am sat here with a stiffy reading this.<br />
I wish my wife would do that to me.!

I enjoyed this one - what's next?