Every now and again I have a chance to visit my ‘Mummy’, Mistress Cassandra. That is why I am now standing outside her front door this evening, having just rung her apartment bell. This time I am in for a real treat - an overnight stay in the nursery, with everything that goes with it! As instructed, I am wearing two disposable nappies and a pair of pink frilly rubber panties under my baggy tracksuit bottoms. I also have a large dummy tied on a ribbon around my neck, concealed under my coat. I am really glad that I wore these nappies now. I have drunk far too much tea before leaving home, and I couldn't hold it any longer. Now I am soaking wet!

Mummy opened the door at last and ushered me in.

"You're five minutes late!"

"I’m sorry, mummy" I mumbled.

"I have to put my uniform on," she says.

She took my bag from my hand and reached for the dummy tied around my neck. She then removed my coat & pushed the dummy firmly into my mouth.

"Hands on your head, and stand in the corner facing the wall."

There I stood for the next five minutes thinking of what was to come. Mummy was very ingenious as she always manages to come up with something to surprise me. At last I heard her footsteps as she approached me from behind. I instinctively went to turn around, but Mummy spotted my movement. SMACK!

"Stay RIGHT where you are!"

"Put your arms down and I’ll take off your vest and shirt."

She removed these items followed by my shoes, socks and tracksuit bottoms. Mummy Cassandra was now wearing her smart Nurses' uniform of a blue lycra frock, and carrying her billowing white latex apron. On her head she wore a little white Nurses' cap. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I took a moment to stand there to admire her, naked but for my pink frilly rubber panties and dripping nappies.

"Let's see if you're wet, shall we, Baby Jessica!"

With that she put her hand right inside my frilly rubber panties and nappies, and found instantly that I had been unable to hold my ‘wee-wees’.

"You're a dirty, naughty, messy baby, aren't you? What are you?"

"A dirty, naughty, messy baby, Mummy" I humbly repeated.

"I’m very, very sorry Mummy. Really am. I couldn't help it."

"You will be sorry later, Baby Jessica, I promise you!"

She probed around inside my nappy and found my scrotum. She gave them a sharp tweak, which really had me wincing! Then she found my penis and she started stroking it very gently, rubbing the shaft up and down with her soft fingers. Just as I was enjoying the sensations, the same hand grabbed my scrotum again, giving them another sharp tweak - and bringing me back to reality with a bang! Mummy Cassandra then led me over to the changing table and removed my wet nappies and pink frilly rubber panties.

"Up you hop" she ordered.

"I see you need a shave down there, so let's do that first."

She tied on her full-length white rubber apron that gleamed and rustled with every movement. I love the feel and smell of rubber, and when Mummy leant over me, I could feel and smell every inch of her apron - a tantalizing sensation. She then produced a bowl of warm water, a razor and some shaving cream. Quickly and expertly, she removed every remaining hair from around my nappy area. Afterwards she bathed all around the same, paying particular attention to my penis and the area beneath my sensitive head and shaft. Mummy then rubbed lashings of baby oil and baby powder into every nook and cranny, sending me into ecstasy as she did so.

"Now, my big Baby Jessica, there are the small matters of your late arrival and your wet nappies to be dealt with! Aren't there?"

I then mumbled something like, "Yes, Mummy."

I had hoped my late arrival had been forgotten. Fat chance of that! Mummy missed nothing and nothing like that ever went unpunished! She took me by the hand and led me over to her punishment stool. Attached to the legs were four thick black leather straps, waiting to secure my wrists and ankles. On top lay two thin bamboo canes, which I knew from experience Mummy uses skillfully!

"Now then, my wicked Baby Jessica! I know you think that a good caning is grossly unfair - but believe me, it really is for your own good! All naughty babies submit to this chastisement, so that they know exactly who is in charge, and what Mummy will - and won't - put up with! You know very well that I insist on punctuality, and wet nappies on arrival are definitely non-starters! Do you hear me?"

I nodded with disgrace. Mummy really enjoyed this part of her Baby’s visit. I could see by the gleam in her eye, there was no doubt that she relished the chance to lay on a few very hard strokes at every opportunity. In truth I knew deep down that being punished in this way is good for me. I was almost looking forward to it. Yes, I knew it would hurt for a while - but after several strokes, the pain would be replaced by pleasant sensations stirring in my groin. By the end of the session, I suspect that I would be as turned on as I had ever been! I stood there for a few seconds stark naked, my penis rigidly upright with anticipation, all thoughts of the hard strokes to come completely forgotten.

"Right then, Baby Jessica! Over the punishment stool you go!"

With that she grabbed my arms and swiftly had me positioned bottom-up over the high stool, just as she wanted me. Quickly before I had a chance to protest, my arms were strapped tightly to the front of the stool legs by my wrists, thus rendering me completely helpless. My bottom was now very prominently presented over the top of the stool. All Mummy had to do now was secure my ankles with the other two straps, and I would be completely immobilised and at her mercy. Mummy then produced a blindfold and ball-gag, which were quickly put into place. Now I had no way of knowing when the next stroke of the cane would fall, and no way of screaming for mercy.

I could hear Mummy walking around the stool and felt her hand lovingly stroking my exposed behind. I could hear her take a couple of practice swings with the cane, and heard the wicked ‘swish, swish’ each time, as well as feel the cool breeze made by the strokes.

"Are you ready for this, Baby Jessica?" Mummy demanded.

Before I had a chance to respond, the first powerful stroke was unleashed. WHICK! Very quickly followed by the second. WHICK! My muffled groans signaled to her that the strokes had found their desired target - namely my exposed bottom. WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! Slowly and deliberately, Mummy delivered a further twenty strokes. WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK!………..Halfway through the punishment, my penis went limp, as I began crying from the intense pain.

Mummy stopped briefly when she heard me sobbing. She removed my blindfold and wiped away a few tears, comforting me with soothing motherly tones. This was the compassionate side of Mummy's nature - but she quickly reminded me again that this punishment was for my own good, and that she must continue! With the blindfold tightly back in place, Mummy continued with my punishment. WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK!…………

There was no let-up in the severity of the strokes. If anything, the short break had been just what Mummy needed to regain her strength! I swear each stroke was getting harder! Of course as I mentioned earlier, I began to enjoy the sensation that pain had now turned to pleasure. At the end of the caning, Mummy paused to rest and make herself a cup of coffee, leaving me still strapped across the punishment stool to contemplate just why I was in this painful humiliating position.

With her composure regained, she came over and removed my blindfold and gag. She held out her large leather strap in front of me and ordered me to kiss it respectfully. "I am going to finish you off with the strap. After that you can have a little lie down in the cot for a while, and enjoy your lovely glowing ass. It certainly looks nice and warm from where I am standing!"

Having been on the receiving end of a good strapping from Mummy before, I knew what to expect. CRACK! CRACK! The first two strokes had me squealing with pain. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! With no gag to hold back the noise I just let it all out and wailed like a toddler. But by the end of the tenth stroke, my penis was rampant again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

When I was finally released from the punishment stool, Mummy led me hobbling over to the changing table. First she made me lie on my stomach whilst she applied a very liberal amount of cool antiseptic cream to ease the pain of the thrashing I had just endured. She then turned me over so that I was now lying on my back. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and produced a bottle of baby oil.

My penis was well lubricated with the oil. With her rubber gloved hands she slowly worked her fingers up and down my shaft. I laid back to enjoy this sensual treatment, until after about ten minutes or so I could do nothing but give way to her magical fingers. I shuddered in orgasm, but Mummy kept pumping me until I was completely drained and exhausted. She smiled as my splattered semen spread all over my belly and she rubbed my crotch and penis with her slinky hand until my entire nappy area was covered with my sticky cum.

Before settling me down for a couple of hours, Mummy pinned me into a couple of fresh terry nappies, and dressed me in some clean rubber panties and a stretchy pink sleep-suit. Then she treated me to a lovely long session of breastfeeding at her large, succulent russet nipples. Afterwards she laid me down in the cot and secured me to the sides, with rubber baby mittens for my hands and pink leather cuffs for my ankles. A pink bonnet and a large pink dummy were then tied in place, before Mummy kissed me goodnight and completely secured the cot with a lock. When secured, Mummy told me to sleep tight, and that she would see me in a couple of hour's time for bigger baby fun and games!

A couple of hours later, Mummy came and released me from the cot. I was taken to the playpen, where she left me with an assortment of baby toys including my favourite teddy bear, which she had bought for me. Mummy sat watching television not far from the playpen keeping an eye on her naughty infant. After an hour in the playpen, I needed to do another wee in my already-full nappy. Without thinking I released even more wee into my nappy and before I knew it my rubber panties were leaking onto the floor of the playpen. Mummy witnessed my disgraceful state and came over immediately.

"It's a good job I laid out that rubber sheet, otherwise my carpet would have been ruined!"

It was obvious that she was upset as she chastised me. She grabbed me and unbuttoned my sleep suit and pulled off my rubber panties and nappies. With one swift move, she had me over her lap, where I received a combined spanking and scolding for my trouble. "It's nearly time you were in your cot for the night, little boy," she chastised me. She escorted me to the bathroom where I was unceremoniously stripped and helped into the warm bath. She picked up some baby shampoo and proceeded to wash my hair, followed by a meticulous scrubbing of every inch of my body. When it came to the nappy area she took her time, ensuring that no spot was left untouched.

Wrapped in just a towel, Mummy then took me to the front room. She sat on the settee and beckoned me to come over and lie on my back with my head across her lap. When I was comfortable, she produced a bottle of warm formula milk and presented me with the rubber nipple.

I was beginning to feel a little tired, with such a lot-taking place in just a few short hours. I sucked avidly on the nipple of the first bottle and quickly drained the contents. Mummy then offered me another one, which I suckled with the same eagerness. With both bottles finished, Mummy bared her breasts and allowed me to suckle again for nearly thirty wonderful babyish minutes.

As always, Mummy never fails to surprise me every time I visit, and this occasion was no exception. I was put into two thick nighttime nappies and a pair of extra thick plastic panties, in pastel pink, of course. Next came a pink, all-in-one terry sleep suit. This had poppers at the crotch and a full-length zip that went all the way up the back of my neck. Further poppers on the chest and neck ensured extra security. There were no feet in the suit, but I could just see that there was a padded bottom where the suit's feet would have normally been. The sleeve ends were thick and elasticised, and fitted comfortably over the whole of my wrists.

I was then introduced to a pair of fleecy-lined canvas mittens. When these were put on my hands they came up and covered the whole of the sleep-suit's elastic wristbands. "That should stop you getting up to any mischief in the night," said Mummy, but that was just the first surprise she had for me. I was just trying to get used to the mittens when Mummy pulled back the duvet on the cot. As I was trying to work out what it was, there on the cot, Mummy explained all.

"This is a rubber bondage bag, and you are going to spend the night in it! Up you get, onto the cot!"

With that she unzipped the bag and helped me up onto the cot.

"Right, feet first! Wriggle all the way down until your feet touch the bottom."

Once my feet were in, she took my right arm and placed into what appeared to be a pocket built into the rubber bondage bag. She took my other arm and put it into a similar pocket on the other side of the bag. As she secured my second arm she explained further.

"The pockets inside this rubber bondage bag are designed to keep your naughty hands down at your sides to stop any unnecessary wriggling."

She then did the zip up again and tightened up about a dozen straps, placed at regular intervals along the length of the bag, from the neck to my feet. The duvet was then put over me to keep me warm, and the pink dummy placed in my mouth for me to suck on.

"Good night, Baby Jessica, see you in the morning."

Mummy smiled to herself as she turned around a final time, before leaving me for the night. 'Yes Mummy, you've come up trumps again,' I thought to myself.

I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly. When I awoke, I felt that I had filled my nappies to bursting point. Those two bottles of formula milk had done its job last night. All I could do was lie there in my rubber prison and let those soaking wet nappies tease my penis and testicles with every involuntary movement. I had no control of time by this stage.

As I lay there just daydreaming, I suddenly heard Mummy's footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened, and there she stood, in her sexy black lingerie.

"Well, Baby Jessica, how did you enjoy your night in the rubber bag?" she asked.

I recall thinking that somehow future bedtimes would never be quite the same.

"Just lie there a little longer, and I will soon let you out of there for your breakfast."

Before she left, Mummy reached into the cot and found a zipper I hadn't noticed before. This allowed her access to the inside of the bondage bag, and she reached right into my plastic panties and found my soaking wet nappies.

"These will have to wait until after breakfast before I change them," she commented acidly.

"And you know what wet nappies mean, don't you Baby Jessica?"

I certainly did know, but at that moment I wasn't really bothered - because Mummy’s searching fingers had felt their way right inside my nappies and found my rampant penis! She was playing with it, nearly causing me to reach orgasm right there and then! There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her - even if I had wanted to. My whole body was encased in this rubber bondage bag, stretched out flat in the cot. It suddenly dawned on me just how helpless & vulnerable I was. Not that I was complaining.

Mummy disappeared for about another 45 minutes. When she reappeared, now back in her Nurses' uniform, she was carrying a tray full of baby food and two more bottles of milk. She undid the straps and zippers on the bondage bag, and allowed me to stretch my muscles after that long night of confinement.

"Your nappies are pretty full, but that pair of extra thick nappies with plastic and rubber panties did their job well! No leaks yet."

Mummy took off my terry sleep-suit and led me over to the adult-sized highchair in the corner of the nursery. Once in place, she made sure I couldn't get out again until she decided it was time. Straps secured my ankles to the foot-rail, and more straps secured my wrists to the side of the highchair. Even more straps across my chest, and one around my neck made absolutely certain that my head would stay put and perfectly still whilst Mummy spoon-fed me.

Mummy secured a big pink bib in place around my neck and breakfast commenced. The first item on the breakfast menu was a bowl of mashed wheat flakes, complete with warm milk and a sprinkling of sugar. This was followed by a bottle of orange juice and more flakes, and finished off with two more bottles of formula milk. When I had finished my breakfast, Mummy wiped my chin clean with my bib and took off to the kitchen to wash up all the breakfast dishes. She told me that I could sit there quietly and digest all my food. I waited for her to come back and let me out of the highchair. Whilst Mummy was away, I had no choice but to wee even more into my nappy. I was afraid that it would soon leak, but thank goodness it held out until Mummy came back to change me.

Mummy returned from the kitchen about thirty minutes later & released me from the highchair and led me over to the changing table. There she removed my nappies and plastic panties and cleaned me up with some extra large baby wipes. Mummy Cassandra’s consideration & careful attention ensures that no serious harm comes to her baby as a result of activities in her Nursery. She checked my nappy area completely for any sign of nappy rash, and then turned me over to inspect my backside for any open sores or cuts, of which I hasten to add there were none.

"Over the punishment stool you go, Baby. I am a little tired this morning, so you won't be receiving as many strokes as I’d like to give you."

Hearing my sigh of relief, she laughed.

"Oh don't you worry, my little one! You're not getting off that easily!"

It was true she gave me less strokes of her cane, but by God, she put every ounce of energy that she could muster into each and every one of them! After my punishment, I was diapered into two large terry-toweling nappies, which were covered by a fresh pair of frilly pink plastic panties. Mummy found my favourite pink cotton bib-and-brace romper suit and put that on me, along with a nursery print T-shirt. She then pulled out my baby harness and rubber mittens.

The harness goes over the shoulders, and is fastened with two straps behind my back. She then put the rubber mittens on me, which were further, secured to two harness straps on either side of my chest. With these tightly buckled, I had no way of unfastening them, and with very limited hand movement. Mummy had achieved exactly what she wanted - complete control over me! A matching pink lace-trimmed bonnet and woollen booties completed my effeminate big baby outfit. Mummy then left me alone to play in the playpen for a little while.

About an hour later, she reappeared and asked me when I had my last bowel movement. I knew where this was leading, but risking another session over the punishment stool, I mumbled something about not being sure. "I think that I ought to give you a thorough clean-out before I send you on your way, don't you, Baby Jessica?" I wasn't about to argue! I know too well where that could lead. Mummy put on her full-length white rubber apron and long rubber gloves, and spread out a large rubber sheet on the cot. She made me lie on it. Then all my clothes, nappies and panties were removed. She produced two adult-sized disposable diapers which she placed underneath me, and put aside a pair of very thick crinkly plastic panties.

"Lie on your left side while I insert this tube."

I obediently rolled over and allowed her to lubricate my ‘poo-poo’ hole. A few seconds later, I felt the tube being slowly and carefully inserted. When it reached a certain point Mummy paused briefly, wriggled the tube about a bit, and then forced it all the way up as far as it would go! I felt the warm soapy glycerine solution slowly filling my inner cavities.

"This would only take a few minutes," Mummy said.

"There's about a quart of liquid, which should ensure that you have a good clean out. Shouldn't it, Baby?"

I said nothing but just laid there and allowed Mummy to finish the task at hand. Once the liquid was in, Mummy slowly but relentlessly inserted a thick rubber butt plug into my anus. This ensured that I would retain all the soapy liquid solution until Mummy was satisfied and would take it out.

The two disposable diapers were taped on me, and then a terry nappy was pinned over the top. The thick plastic panties were pulled up over all of them. Mummy re-fastened my bondage mittens so that I couldn't interfere with my panties or nappies.

"Just lie there and relax for a while like a good little baby. I'll be back soon to allow evacuation."

With that Mummy popped my dummy into my mouth and pulled the duvet over me. I was hoping to relax for a while, but the enema within me started to take effect. I started to feel uncomfortable around my stomach area, where I guess the liquid was trying to find a way out. I moved around trying to minimise the discomfort, but I think that only made things worse. In the end I had no other option but to lie as still as I could and wait for Mummy to release me.

After about fifteen minutes, Mummy took me to the potty where I was finally allowed to evacuate, and what a blessed relief it was! Almost as soon as Mummy gently eased out the butt plug, I let it all go. The initial gush lasted a full twenty seconds. I had shut my eyes; glad to be rid of the contents. I had to sit on the potty for another ten minutes, to allow any remaining liquid to drain out.

Another shower followed, to ensure that I was ready to go out and face the world again. Mummy towelled me dry and lovingly combed and brushed my hair. Then she sat down on the settee and called me over to join her.

"Well, Baby Jessica, its nearly time for you to go home, isn't it?"

I hung my head and nodded. Sadly, she was right, but I knew that there would be other times.

After getting dressed, Mummy Cassandra asked,

"Are you a happy little girl, Baby Jessica?"

"Yes, very much so, Mummy. Thank you so much."

I then gave her a big kiss on each cheek & grinned heavily.

As I departed her apartment, she patted my well padded behind and said;

"Come and see me again soon, Baby Jessica. Very soon."