Philip’s Treatment

Homage to Vicky’s, Lip Service

Philip Lockhart was turned 17. Too old to go to his old children’s doctor, his mother had made an appointment for him with her own Doctor. Dr Leticia Peabody, his mother had raved about how wonderful she was and how much Philip would benefit from seeing her.

Philip wasn’t bothered about doctors, not having ever been ill apart from childhood illnesses. Still, since he was ultimately a mummy’s boy he did as he was told and accompanied his mother who had arranged a check up.

There was nothing wrong with Philip apart from being very small for his age, he still had the voice of a boy and his body remained resolutely hairless. So while he had not experienced adolescence as yet, something inherited from his late father’s side of the family apparently, there were no other areas of concern.

Oh. He did have a rather disconcerting habit of biting his lower lip when he felt nervous or anxious. Especially say when something took him by surprise. This, for some reason appeared to concern his mother almost to the point of paranoia since it concerned Philip not at all.

”I’m sure Dr Peabody can cure you of that terrible habit,” She said as she led him into the clinic.

”Please Mother.” He moaned at her. When it came time for Philip’s examination he was taken to an examination room by a nurse and told to remove his clothing and put on one of the gowns in the closet. “What, even my underwear?”

The nurse laughed. “Of course, how else is Dr Peabody going to exam you silly!” Philip bit down on his lower lip. After removing his clothing Philip opened the cupboard door. Inside was a row of examination gowns all made of translucent pink plastic. Was he supposed to put one of those on?

As he stood there in consternation, the door opened and a very tall woman wearing a white lab coat breezed in.

“What’s the matter dear, do you need help?” Without waiting for a reply she went to the closet and selected a gown. “Here, this one looks about right.”

Philip was mortified at being caught naked, immediately bringing both hands down to cover his privates. The doctor laughed. She reached down and pulled his hands away, slipping them into the sleeves of the gown. She then tied it at the back of his neck and down his back. “There, some nice pretty bows” She laughed. Again Peter bit his lower lip. At that moment his mother came into the room. “There, you see Dr Peabody, that’s what I’ve been telling you about”

”Mother!” Philip was truly mortified now. Philip had thought that going to an adult Doctor meant that his mother would no longer accompany him into the examination room.

”Now Philip dear, you Mother is just concerned.”

 “Hmm.” The Doctor was gazing intently at his lower lip. Philip had an urge to bite it again, but stopped himself. This had the effect of causing his lip to tremble, which Dr Peabody seemed to take note of, peering intently into Philip’s eyes.
Philip looked down at the floor. He saw that the white lab coat ended a few inches above the Dr’s thighs. Her legs were encased in nylons; she had a pair of stylish black pumps on. Philip began to feel a surge in his loins. He looked down in horror at the see through plastic gown. The plastic was making him sweat.

Dr Peabody seemed to be reading his thoughts. She looked down in amusement at the tiny bulge forming in front of Philip.

”Do you like my shoes dear?” she asked in an innocent voice.

”What? Er no, I mean, ... “ Philip bit his lower lip without thinking.

Dr Peabody stared at it intently before Philip realised what he was doing.

”I think I have something that can help Philip’s problem,” she said, turning to his mother. Dr Peabody opened a drawer.

”Open wide Philip.” Philip obliged expecting a tongue depressor. Instead a smooth rubber shaft was slid between his lips. ”Philip must train his lips to remain in a round, almost pouting position”

Dr Peabody said, speaking to his mother and ignoring Philip. “Once he has done this, he will lose the urge to bring the lower lip into his mouth. I would recommend using this tool for an hour after meals and before bedtime. Also, if Philip forgets and bites his lower lip, it can be immediately inserted for a period of time to remind him to keep his lips in a circular fashion.”

His mother looked starry eyed with joy. She had always suspected that Philip’s habit was curable and she now felt vindicated. ”Oh thank you Dr Peabody.”

Dr Peabody looked down at him with a pleased smile. Philip felt foolish. He had been sucking on the “tool” and this had prevented him from speaking up. He reached up and found that it had a ring on the end. He pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it. It looked like an over-sized baby’s dummy except instead of a bulb it had a longer rubber shaft with a bulb on the end.

”What? I’m supposed to suck on this?” Philip was incredulous.
His mother looked down at him furiously. “You’ll do what Dr Peabody recommends.“

Dr Peabody slid the device back between his lips.
”Now Philip dear, you must keep it in until the end of the examination.” Philip was beside himself with anger. But Dr Peabody was a large imposing figure, and his mother was watching him like a hawk for any sign of disobedience.

Reluctantly he kept the dummy in his mouth trying not to suck it but annoyingly the saliva would pool in his mouth, until he finally had to swallow with a loud sucking sound. This elicited giggles from the two women.

”If you just suck it slowly and swallow regularly you won’t make that silly sound Philip.” Dr Peabody said in a condescending voice, shaking her head slightly as if he was stupid.

Chagrined, Philip tried sucking as quietly as he could. In the meantime Dr Peabody had led him by the hand to the scales to be weighed and measured. She was reaching under the pink gown with her stethoscope. He had to breathe in and out with the dummy in his mouth. Suddenly she grabbed hold of one of his testicles. Involuntarily he jumped and gave a muffled squeal.

Dr Peabody laughed and gave the testicle another playful squeeze. “It’s just a hernia test silly! Uh-oh looks like someone’s getting a teeny bit excited…. and I mean a teeny bit”

His mother peered down where the pink plastic gown was minutely tenting.

“Philip! Stop embarrassing me in front of the Doctor, whatever is the matter with you? Don’t make me put you over my knee.”

Philip couldn’t believe his mother had just threatened to spank him after Dr Peabody had made a disparaging remark about his lack of manhood.

Without realising it he started sucking furiously on the dummy. Dr Peabody kept lightly squeezing and kneading his testicle, releasing it only to grab hold of the other.

”What is the matter with you? You’ve always been a good little boy in that department” His mother appeared to be livid over something he now had no control over.

Dr Peabody finally finished the examination. “Don’t be upset with him Rita. For a boy of his age he is really very poorly developed in that area, I have seen ten-year-old boys better equipped so to speak. I believe this is could well be connected to Philip’s lip biting problem. I’m going to write a prescription.”

Scribbling on a pad she added, ”Now remember, an hour after every meal and then before bedtime and also whenever little Philip has a slip-up. Dr Peabody reached down and gave a playful tug on the ring of Philip’s dummy, adding, “Just call me anytime if you have any problems or questions Rita.”

“Now don’t forget Philip dear, always do what Mother tells you, keep those pretty lips in a nice round pout!” She then gave him a chin tickle and a final babyish pat on the head. Philip groaned. What had he gotten himself into?

Chapter Two

Philip tried to make his dessert last as long as possible. They had eaten at 5pm and Philip had dragged out the entire meal. He knew what was coming. His Mother was sitting expectantly beside him, with a smug smile glued to her lips. He could see her hand twitching toward the plastic case that held his “device.” Without thinking he bit his lower lip.

”There you go again! We’ll have to add on some extra time to your session”

”No Mother, please!”

”Tut-tut. You heard what Dr Peabody said so no fussing now.” She opened the case and extracted the oversized dummy. “Open up for mummy darling.”

Philip began to protest about his mother calling herself mummy but unfortunately his mouth was open and his lips parted just enough for his mother to slip the dummy into his mouth.

“Hush now darling, Dr Peabody knows what is best for you.” His Mother flipped on the TV to a cartoon channel. He tried to watch and not think about the smooth rubber shaft with the bulbous tip that fit snugly into his mouth, but it was difficult with every swallow and unintended slurp causing him to become acutely aware of his sucking. After about 45 minutes his lips and mouth began to grow tired, further focusing his attention on his sucking mouth. Finally Philip knew by the fact that he was watching his third cartoon that more than an hour had gone by. He turned to his Mother and pointed at the dummy. She responded with a quizzical look. He pointed again.

”What is it my angel?”

Philip looked at his Mother with exasperation. He pointed to the dummy more emphatically.
”Can Mother help you with something darling?”

He finally lost his temper. He yanked the dummy out from between his sore cheeks. “This damn thing Mother!”

”Philip! How dare you use such foul language?”

”I’m sorry Mother, but I thought it was obvious that I wanted to know if I could take this infernal device out, it’s been more than an hour!!”
”You know Mother had to add on additional time for your slip-up darling. As a matter of a fact I was just getting ready to tell you when you began fussing like a toddler. You know that Dr Peabody made it clear that you’re not to remove your dum…I mean your corrective device until you’ve had it in for the allotted time. If you keep this up I’ll have to call her.”

”Mother, that’s not fair.” She cut off his further protests. Very well, if you run along and put on your jim-jams ready for beddy-byes I will overlook it.” He wanted to say something about it only being 6pm and the juvenile way she had spoke to him but thought the better of it. He was just glad to be free of the dummy.

Philip had just come back downstairs read for bed wearing his pyjamas and slippers and settled into a chair with a music magazine when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He looked up to find his Mother standing over him. In her hand was the dummy. Before Philip could react she reached out and cupped the back of his head with one hand, pulled it closer and with her other hand firmly inserted the dummy until the plastic guard was snugly pressing against his lips.
Philip was beside himself. It was barely twenty minutes since he had removed the dummy. He whipped it out of his mouth.

“So, you’ve broken the rules already.”  She said looking at the dummy in his hand.

”Don’t pretend you can’t speak with your corrective device in you mouth.”

”But why should I . . .”

”Honestly Philip, you are acting like that that spoiled little boy that lives across the street you’re not too old to go over my knee if you keep on disobeying me.”

What was she talking about? That was the second time she had threatened to spank him, something she had not done for several years. He was about to mention this when he realised that she had picked up the telephone and was about to ring Dr Peabody, determined to keep her out of it Philip sighed and placed the dummy into his mouth.

”That’s a good boy!” Mother cooed as she curled her manicured finger into the ring of the dummy so that her polished nail was pressing against the tip of his nose, and pushed it more firmly into his mouth. She then patted his cheek with approval, causing it to flush.

“Now, what did my angel want to tell Mummy?”

He attempted to explain to her why he should not be wearing the device but in actual fact the words were muffled as his lips smacked wetly around the shaft of the dummy. A drop of drool escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

His Mother brandished her perfumed lace handkerchief. She again cupped one hand around his head, pulled him close and rubbed his chin vigorously with the fragrant lace. “Now darling, you know Dr Peabody said you must also use your device before bedtime and I want you in bed early tonight, 7 o’clock in fact.”

Philip’s temper finally snapped and he removed the cursed device and hurled it across the room.

“ I am not a child any more mother I most certainly will not be going to bed at 7 o’clock!”

His mother said nothing; instead she reached across and grabbed his pyjama sleeve, using it to tug him off balance and flip him onto her lap into the perfect spanking position. Six sharp smacks rained down on to his pyjama-clad bottom. By the fourth he was already flailing his legs wildly crying and begging her to stop.

As quickly as it had begun the spanking ended and she left him caressing his sore bottom as she held the telephone and began to dial.

”Mother, no. There is no need to ring that woman!” Philip pressed his tear-stained face close to his mother’s, begging her not to ring the Doctor.

His Mother ignored him. “Hello Dr Peabody this is Rita. I’m so sorry to be calling you this late. Oh, I appreciate you saying that. Philip is being impossible. He’s already bitten his lip again, and when I told him he had to use his device for an hour before bed he absolutely refused and I had to punish him, yes a spanking. What’s that, 90 minutes? I see, yes of course. You can? Excellent. We’ll see you tomorrow then.”

His Mother replaced the receiver on the cradle. She began to grin at him like the Cheshire cat.

Philip had grasped the essence of the conversation and was speechless. He was suddenly very conscious of the soreness of his jaw and mouth from the day’s sessions with the device.

”Dr Peabody was very disappointed by your behaviour Philip. She is going to see us tomorrow so that some corrective action can be taken. She said that my choice of one hour before bedtime was entirely appropriate.”

Philip felt his stomach begin to churn when the implications of his actions began to sink in. “Oh, and she reminded me to give you your medicine.”

She handed him the pink pill and a glass of water.

”What is this anyway?” He asked. His Mother’s eyebrow arched and her eyes glanced toward the telephone. ”Drink it all down like a good boy.” He sighed, hesitated for a moment and then placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed with a gulp of water.

As soon as he had placed it on the table his Mother was sliding the dummy back between his lips.

“There darling, now unless you want another spanking I think we’ll have you tucked up in bed right now. Everything is going to work out splendidly I know.”

Chapter Three

Philip slurped noisily. He had been eating the most delicious ice cream cone while holding fast to someone’s hand.  He was naked underneath the see through pink gown he wore for the examination and he realised they were wandering around a fair. Everyone was staring at him as they walked past. He felt tiny next to the very tall person holding his hand. When he followed the arm of the hand that held his fast he could see Dr Peabody smiling down at him serenely. Then suddenly her face was right next to his, and she had a much wider smile on her face. She leaned close and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on his cheek. She pulled away, laughed, and then zoomed in and planted an even bigger, wetter, sloppier kiss on the same cheek, so that Philip could feel the saliva running down his cheek, coating it wetly. His cheek was so wet. It was embarrassing. So thoroughly wet.

The world melted away and Philip woke in his bed, the quilt was tucked around him so tightly that his legs felt like thousands of pins were prickling them when he tried to move them. The side of his face pressed against his pillow was soaking wet and as he squinted to try and work out why this was his lips closed around the shaft of the slick dummy that had been dangling half in, half out of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been drooling freely for quite some time because his cheek and chin were wet with saliva and the damp patch stain on the pillow was enormous.

He peeled his cheek from the wet pillow, and struggled to sit up in bed, straining to pull the quilt free from where it had been so tightly tucked, deep beneath his mattress. Finally he broke free and only then did he realise the dummy was still in his mouth. He spat it out in disgust. His lips still felt sore and he knew with a sinking feeling that he’d been sucking on the dummy in his sleep.

The room was still pitch black. His mind felt fuzzy. He remembered becoming very tired and wanting to lie down but Mother kept saying he hadn’t finished his hour yet. She finally agreed that he could lie down if he kept his device in his mouth and she’d tell him when to take it out. That was the last thing he remembered. He clenched his fists with determination. He was going to put a stop to this. He’d speak to Mother about it the first chance he got.

They had left as soon as breakfast was over so Philip was actually in the middle of his after-meal hour as they made the short drive to Dr Peabody’s office. He sat in the rear of Mother’s car staring glumly out of the window. He could see the reflection of the ring and mouth guard of the white plastic dummy moving rhythmically beneath his nose in the glass. He should have been in school, but Mother had called and told them he had a medical appointment. He was wearing his Sunday best jacket with a white shirt and a red tie. Because the weather was unusually warm, Mother had insisted he put on his regulation, grey short trousers that he used to wear during summer term. Of course that meant he was also wearing his knee length grey socks. Mother had insisted that he look “presentable” for Dr Peabody, apparently she didn’t care how ridiculous that look was.

He had gotten nowhere with his protestations to Mother. She said he was fast asleep when she came to tell him that he could remove the dummy, and that he was sleeping quite contentedly. She saw no point in disturbing him by removing it so she had tucked him in and turned out the light.

His complaining only annoyed her. “I assumed the device would soon fall out of your mouth of its own accord Philip, I didn’t realize that you’d decide to nurse it like a baby’s dummy all night long! Besides, I found it on the floor when it was time for your after-breakfast session! Just wait till Dr Peabody hears about that!”

Philip was beside himself with anger but hated to talk with the dummy in his mouth. As soon as Mother mentioned Dr Peabody he remembered his dream, and felt himself redden. He remembered the slickness of the pink plastic gown and bowing his head in shame as he envisaged Dr Leticia Peabody and her fluttering fingers.

The receptionist betrayed the tiniest of smiles when she saw first Mother and then Philip enter the waiting area. Philip’s head was down but the white guard and ring were plainly visible against his face and he was conscious of his short trousered, schoolboy appearance.

They were ushered into Dr Peabody’s office. Philip sat uncomfortably against the edge of his chair while his Mother gave her laundry list of complaints to the doctor. She listened intently, turning to look at Philip when each transgression was explained. Dr Peabody pushed her chair out from her desk and swivelled to face Philip. She crossed her legs, and Philip could see she was wearing a pair of high heels similar to the one she’d had at his examination. They appeared to be made of alligator skin. Philip fidgeted in his seat.

”Well, I had hoped that Philip would be cooperative in his treatment, these things progress so much easier and quickly when the patient follows the proscribed regimen. The problem is that cutting a session short can set back the whole programme. Fortunately I have developed tools to rectify a situation like this.”

Dr Peabody went to a cabinet and removed a box. She opened it and extracted what looked like a pink vinyl ball with a cuff on one end, from which some laces were dangling.

”Give me your handy pandy Philip.” Still seated, Philip extended his hand. Dr Peabody took hold of either side of the cuff revealing a slit. She pulled the ball over Philip’s hand. The inside felt like a soft squishy cavity that seemed small but expanded to accept Philip’s entire hand. Dr Peabody pulled firmly on the laces and Philip felt the cuff draw tightly against his wrist. Dr Peabody tied the laces into a large bowknot, and then doubled it, giving a final yank. “Now the other.” Philip hadn’t a clue as to what was going on, and before he could really process what was happening Dr Peabody had already pulled a second mitten over Philip’s other hand, and was tightening the laces in a business like fashion. She stepped back to admire her work. “There we are!”

Philip looked down at his hands. They weren’t really mittens, the padding inside was extremely thick, with the pink vinyl covering stretched tightly over it. Philip’s hands were both balled up into fists and there was no room inside the mittens that would allow him to extend his fingers or even his thumb.

Philip’s thoughts were interrupted when Dr Peabody abruptly pulled the dummy out from between his surprised lips with a loud “pop.”

”Philip showed that he couldn’t be trusted to keep his device inserted for the proscribed amount of time. And it’s vital that he get the full benefit of his treatment.” Dr Peabody tossed the white dummy down onto her desk, reached inside the box and removed another dummy. This one was pink. The plastic mouth guard was even larger, so large that instead of a round circle, it had a V at the top to accommodate the nose, giving the guard an almost heart shape. Instead of laying flat against the lips, on each side the plastic narrowed and flared out, hooking around to the front. Philip didn’t like the look of it. Even the yellow rubber shaft seemed thicker and longer than the original device.

”Open wide Philip dear.” Dr Peabody stood over him expectantly. Philip could see his Mother poised in her chair, waiting for any hint of disagreement on his part. He couldn’t contain himself.

”Why does it have to be pink?” He brought his arms up to emphasize his point, only to be reminded that both of his hands were already imprisoned in similarly hued vinyl spheres that squeaked noisily when he brought them together. His mother glared at him.

“Because pink is very soothing,” she explained. “With a nervous condition such as yours pink is ideal for relaxing and calming the subject.”

Dr Peabody held the new pink dummy inches from his face, with an amused smile on her face. “Now be a good boy and open nice and wide for the doctor.”

Grudgingly Philip opened his mouth to accommodate the new pink horror in her hand. Finally with a “that’s a clever boy” Dr Peabody slid the dummy into Philips mouth until the guard was flush against his lips. Philip was aware of the top of the guard flaring up in a semi-circle on either side of his nose.

”The important thing is that Philip keep his device inserted for the proscribed period of time “

As she spoke Dr Peabody removed a thick rubber strap, also pink, with hooks on either end. She hooked one end around the flared hooking end of the dummy and brought the strap around the back of Philip’s head. Philip felt in stretch tightly against the back of his head for a moment, and then Dr Peabody had hooked the other end of the opposite side of the mouth guard and let go. Philip felt the rubber shaft of the dummy being forced deeply into his mouth, while the plastic mouth guard pressed tightly against his lips. Involuntarily he reached up with his hand, only to have the fat round pink ball that encased his hand glance awkwardly against the ring of the dummy. He held up both hands and tried to grip the ring between them, it was impossible to grip in this fashion everything just slipped off the slippery pink vinyl.

Dr Peabody smiled at Philip’s futile movements. “As you can see Rita, these tools ensure that Philip will complete his proscribed sessions with his device. The hand restraints, coupled with the elasticated strap make it impossible for Philip to take or spit out his device. It can only be removed by you when the session has been completed satisfactorily.”

Dr Peabody gave Philip a final satisfied smile before turning back to his Mother. ”Now Rita, I’ll leave it up to you as to when Philip may return to his original equipment and be trusted to complete his treatments voluntarily. If I were you I would base it on how obediently he behaves in all other areas.” She reached down and chucked Philip under the chin, tilting his head back until he was forced to stare into her merrily twinkling eyes. “You will be a good boy for mummy won’t you Philip my poppet?”

Unable to avert her gaze and, with the new dummy pressed tightly inside his mouth, Philip silently nodded his head.

“Splendid!” Dr Peabody sat back down and made to pick up the telephone.

“I better ring up the nurse at Philip’s school and explain that he will be undergoing treatments after lunch for the next couple of weeks. She’s a good friend of mine and I know she’ll do an excellent job at helping Philip into his equipment.”

Philip sprang out of his seat. “Wath?” The word was barely intelligible as saliva sprayed in all directions.

”You see what I mean Dr Peabody?” Philip’s mother wasted no time in furiously pushing Philip back into his chair. She stood behind him and kept both hands firmly on his shoulders, pinning him into the chair. “He promises to be a good boy and then seconds later acts out like a fussy spoiled little baby.”

Philip’s Mother pointed to the flecks of drool that dotted Philip’s suit jacket. “What’s more, he’s been ruining his clothes with his constant drooling.”

Dr Peabody frowned and shook her head. “Yes I can see that. Most disappointing.” Philip’s chest was heaving. What was going to happen now! He started panting, his lips fluttering about the smooth rubber shaft of the dummy. He flailed his arms helplessly in front of himself as the pink mittens encasing his hands reflected the overhead lights. His Mother however kept him sitting firmly in the chair.

”The drooling problem can be rectified.” Dr Peabody said. Opening a drawer she took out a neat pile of folded pink cloth items. She shook out the top one. It was a large rectangular bib, white terry towelling cloth on one side and pink plastic on the other that was stitched to form a border around the edge of the bib with darker, pink thread.

Long pink satin ribbons were attached to either side of the curved top. Dr Peabody leaned over in front of Philip and placed the bib under his chin. Digging her nails more firmly into one shoulder, Mother pushed on the back of his head with her other hand so that Dr Peabody could tie the bib snugly around Philip’s neck. “There we are, a nice big pretty bow!”

Philip’s agitation only increased further. First a dummy and now a bib in pastel pink! He was afraid to know just what he looked like, especially with these pink hand restraints. He was breathing so hard you would have thought he had just run up a flight of steps. A line of drool had already dribbled onto the bib and made a small wet stain.

Dr Peabody looked at the bib and nodded. “Yes, I can see that you better keep little Philip in bibs from now on Rita. Here are half a dozen more that you can take home with you.” She handed the remaining stack to Philip’s mother, who took them gratefully and assured Dr Peabody that they would be put to good use. Although Philip could not see his mother’s face he could feel the anger in her hands that kept him pinned in his chair, and hear the steely determination in her voice as she thanked Dr Peabody.

Dr Peabody again stood in front of Philip, and chucked him under the chin. He tried to look away but could not avert her gaze. She smiled down at him and used her other hand to wipe a bit of moisture from his eyes. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Philip, Philip, Philip.” She shook her head in a condescending way, and made annoying tusking sounds with her tongue. “What are your Mother and I going to do with you? Didn’t you promise to be a good boy from now on?”

She patted his cheek and gave the pink ring of the dummy a playful tug, as it to confirm that it was held firmly in Philip’s mouth by the taut pink rubber strap. Philip was acutely aware of Dr Peabody’s fingers tilting his chin upwards and her face looming over him, her eyes twinkling as she continued to shake her head and click her tongue. He desperately tried to calm himself and stop breathing so heavily and could only blink his eyes stupidly in response.

”Why did you get so fussy when I mentioned calling your school nurse? Are you embarrassed about using your device at school?”

Philip nodded his head vigorously up and down, his cheeks blowing out as he sucked the dummy harder in his haste to answer in the affirmative.
Dr Peabody smiled and shook her head, looking at Philip like he was slightly stupid.

“Why you are such a silly boy, we can make other arrangements if it concerns you so much. Dr Peabody gave his cheek a final pat before sitting back behind her desk and picking up the phone.

“Now who was a silly Billy, or should I say a silly Philly? Hmm?” Dr Peabody looked at him with amused expectancy. Philip was so relieved he hadn’t to face his classmates wearing his device that he pointed to himself, forgetting about his hand restraints and comically poked himself in the centre of his bib.

Dr Peabody and his mother both laughed. “That’s right, you are a Silly Philly!!” She laughed again and then dialled the phone. She began speaking in a low voice for a few minutes. Philip’s mother finally released his shoulders and sat back down next to him. Her glare was withering.

”Just wait until I get you home Master Philip!! Acting like a spoiled baby!”  She furtively whispered. Philip was bewildered. He looked at his mother with pleading eyes and tried to form words but nothing but sputtering sounds came out from behind the pink heart-shaped guard of the dummy that pressed against his lips.

”Not another word. You just sit there in your bib and suck on your dummy like the baby you are.” Philip was cut to the quick by her words. Baby? Dummy?

 Dr Peabody hanging up the phone broke his thoughts. ”It’s all been arranged. I spoke to the school nurse and the Headmistress. I’ll be faxing over some documents this afternoon. Philip’s school has agreed that he can he home-schooled while his treatments are ongoing to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment to Philip.”

Philip’s mother’s frown was instantly replaced by a happy grin. “That’s wonderful Dr Peabody.” Philip felt dizzy by this turn of events. Home schooling? What did that mean?

”Yes, Rita it’s really ideal. This way you can supervise little Philip’s treatments on a 24 hour basis and report any problems.”

”I couldn’t agree more Doctor, after the way Philip behaved today I can see I must start taking a much firmer hand with him!”

Philip’s relief at avoiding his school friends’ scorn was quickly replaced by intense trepidation as Dr Peabody continued to speak to his mother.

”Now as for Philip’s inability to control his behaviour, I believe another dose of medicine after his lunch will help calm his nerves. Take one of the pills I gave you, dissolve it in a large glass of juice, and let Philip drink it down after his meal. It can be administered in the same way at bedtime.  By the way Rita, what time does little Philip go to bed?

“Well let me see, about 10pm on school nights and later at weekends.” Dr Peabody nodded then added, “I see, and does he wear pyjamas?”

Philip blushed as the women discussed his pyjamas and bedtime.

I wouldn’t want him catching a chill doctor, that’s why I insist he wears cosy jim-jams for beddy-byes, don’t I Philip?

Philip nodded, looking first at his Mother and then at Dr Peabody, he was nervous as to the outcome of this conversation. Dr Peabody met his gaze and smiled sweetly at him as she spoke.

“I want you to understand I am thinking of you at this point Rita. It will be tiring for you to supervise his schoolwork as well as administering his treatment. I suggest you keep Philip dressed in his pyjamas during the day. His nervous disposition would benefit from an afternoon nap and I recommend his bedtime should be 6pm at the latest, you could always make it earlier is he has misbehaved of course.”

His Mother nodded her head thoughtfully as Dr Peabody continued. “ Remember what I was saying about pink being soothing?” Again his Mother nodded.

“Well then I would suggest it would be beneficial for Philip to wear calming pink pyjamas. Luckily he is small so you should have no trouble in finding some girl’s pyjamas to fit easily enough, although of course they will be somewhat childish!”

Doctor Peabody laughed at her own comment before taking hold of Philip’s mother’s arm.

“Remember, soft and soothing is the key Rita, I do believe that closer supervision will help little Philip enormously. Hmm, I’ll tell you what. Just to be on the safe side, why don’t you bring him by tomorrow afternoon for a follow-up?”

Dr Peabody pinched Philips cheek,” We always enjoy little Philip’s visits don’t we?”

Philip was furious at Dr Peabody’s ridiculous suggestions. Early bedtimes and pink pyjamas, whatever would that stupid women think of next?

He was certain he could persuade his Mother to abandon these idiotic ideas once he could talk to her alone.

Dr Peabody took Philip’s arm and gestured for his mother to take his other arm. They lifted him out of his chair and holding his arms firmly took him out to the reception area.

The receptionist didn’t try to hide her smile this time as the two women escorted Philip into the reception area. They deposited Philip in a chair directly in front of her desk.

”Now then little Philip, I have some things to discuss with your mother. Be a good little boy and stay glued to your sea.” Dr Peabody laughed and escorted Philip’s mother back into her office, closing the door. Philip stared into his lap in intense embarrassment, acutely aware of the pink mittens restraining his hands, the oversized bib tied irritatingly around his neck by the satin ribbon and the heart-shaped guard and ring of the pink plastic dummy strapped firmly into his mouth.

The receptionist called out to him. “Goodness, just look at you!” Philip lifted his head slightly and saw the amused look on the young woman’s face. “Looks like you swapped your white dummy for a pink one! You really look adorable in your pretty bib and mittens and how cute you are wearing your short trousers!”

She laughed. Philip felt hot anger rising inside him. He began to rise out of his seat but then remembered Dr Peabody’s last words to him. He sat back down.

”Tut-tut, somebody was supposed to keep his naughty bottom glued to his seat.” The receptionist looked at him with unrestrained glee. What was she talking about; he hadn’t gotten out of the seat? He had barely lifted his bottom an inch.
 
”I’d hate to have to tell Dr Peabody and your mother that you were a naughty little boy.”

The receptionist could see the waves of fear moving across Philip’s face. She then ran her eyes over the pink accessories.

“Or should I say naughty little girl?” She laughed as Philip’s face blushed crimson red. He felt the blood rush to his head. This really could not be happening. Philip squirmed in his chair; sweat was beading on his forehead. Inside the pink mittens his hands sweated uncomfortably and his cheeks worked rhythmically on the new dummy. He could feel that it was thicker and a bit longer than his first one, his mouth was having to become used to it all over again resulting in unintentional slurping and sucking sounds, much to the laughing amusement of Dr Peabody’s receptionist who was now on the phone talking about him!

“Yes, 17 years old, wearing short pants, knee length socks and sucking on a baby’s dummy wearing pink mittens and a bib no less. Oh his treatments are just starting. He’ll be back tomorrow.”

She laughed, staring directly into Philip’s eyes. He cast his eyes downward once again feeling the hot flush course through his cheeks and ears. Philip heard voices behind him as the door opened behind him.

“Well thank you nurse, see you next week.”

Oh no! He recognised that female voice!

Philip was frozen with fear. It was worse than he possibly could have imagined. As the woman approached the desk to make another appointment he could see it was Hyacinth Swenson’s mother. Hyacinth was a classmate of Philip’s. He had never liked her, she was a huge, forceful kind of girl and he generally kept out of her way. Philip prayed that she wouldn’t recognize him.

Unfortunately for Philip, as she made to leave Mrs Swenson stopped directly in front of him to put on her gloves. As she looked up her eyes were attracted to the large pink dummy strapped into his mouth as well as the pink bib and the bizarre hand restraints. Philip’s head was tilted straight downwards, his eyes locked onto the pink ball mittens that rested in his lap, desperate for her to move away.

”Hello. It is Philip isn’t it?”

Philip looked up and met her gaze. He could tell she was taken aback somewhat by his appearance. The receptionist couldn’t disguise the glee in her voice as she realised Mrs Swenson knew Philip and quickly volunteered his case history.

“He’s a classmate of my daughter Hyacinth,” Mrs Swenson explained after the receptionist had finished her tale.

Without meaning to, Philip let out a snorting squeak of frustration that sprayed saliva onto the front of his bib.

”Yes, the poor thing was so embarrassed when Dr Peabody prescribed his new equipment that his mother is going to start home schooling him, ”continued the receptionist.

Philip wanted to crawl into a hole. Hyacinth’s mother leaned down and patted his cheek where it bulged out from the dummy.

 “There- there dear. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure Dr Peabody and your Mother knows what’s best for you. I’ll be sure to tell Hyacinth that I saw you in case you need any help receiving your schoolwork.”

Philip began violently shaking his head from side to side just as Dr Peabody’s door opened and she and mother walked in. Philip looked up. His mother seemed to have calmed down considerably. In fact, he didn’t like the satisfied smile on her lips and the steely determination in her eyes. In her hand was a bulging plastic bag.

The two women joined Mrs. Swenson standing beside Philip

”Mrs Lockhart, so nice to see you again. I’ve just been talking to Philip”

His mother’s face frowned. “I don’t suppose he told you his naughty behaviour has led to his treatment being intensified meaning more work for his poor mother? No, I thought not”

Mrs Swenson smiled diplomatically. “Anyway I must dash for my bus, my car is being serviced. So nice to meet you all again.”

His mother looked thoughtful before continuing; “actually may I offer you a lift home? You and Hyacinth may be able to help with Philips treatment.” 

Philip started to feel dizzy. He tried to clutch the sides of his chair but the slick pink mittens just slid off ineffectually. Hyacinth Swenson was a strange girl, at six foot two she towered over little Philip and if truth were told had always been something of a bully toward Philip. He did not relish her becoming involved in his treatment!

Dr Peabody reached down and gave the ring of Philip’s dummy a playful wag, then pinched the end of his nose and patted his cheek.

“Now then, we will see you both tomorrow and try not to be such a silly Philly!”

Philip’s Mother took him firmly by the elbow, her nails dug into his upper arm painfully as she pulled him close to her side.

“Now then Philip, thank Dr Peabody for all her help.”

Philip’s face burned red under the watchful eye of all four women.

“Thffpkank You Dofter Davvvffnpport”

The words spluttered against the wet shaft of the dummy.

”You’re welcome little Philip” Her eyes sparkled as she added. “We’ll see you tomorrow. I just know your Mother is going to give me a glowing report on how cooperative you have been.”

Chapter Four

Philip’s mother steered him to the door and out to the car. She didn’t say a word, but Philip could feel the tension in her vice-like grip. She put him into the back seat and strapped on his seat belt. She got into the driver’s seat, let Mrs Swenson into the passenger side and started up the car. Philip sat unable to do anything but keep his head down and remain silent as the two women chatted. By the time they pulled up outside the Swenson home he was falling asleep.

“I am going into the house for a minute or two Philip, just you sit here and take your nap like a good boy.”

Philip went beetroot red with embarrassment at the suggestion he needed a nap and was surprised at how much this made the two women laugh.

True to her word his mother returned after a couple of minutes and once they started their journey home she began to speak.

”Your behaviour today was appalling Philip. Acting like a great big fussy baby, well if little Philip is going to act like a baby than he is going to be treated like a baby. Do you understand what mummy is saying?”

Philip wanted to argue but hadn’t seen his mother this angry in a long time. He could see her glare at him in the rear-view mirror so he just nodded his head. He didn’t have a clue what she actually meant.

”Mummy is not sure that you understand the consequences of misbehaving. You have 24 hours. If you do exactly as you are told, with no argument or hesitation of any kind then Dr Peabody will get a good report. If not, mummy will tell Doctor Peabody that you’ve been a very naughty boy and very uncooperative!”

His Mother’s face softened and he could see her smile in the rear-view. “Dr Peabody gave mummy lots of advice concerning your treatment. She told me that if the strap and mittens don’t cure your problem behaviour, there’s lots of additional measure that can be taken.”

Her smile seemed to become smugger as she thought about these undisclosed “measures.”

Philip looked down at the bib and mittens. How could things get worse than this?

As they completed their journey, Philip formed a plan. All he had to do was be completely cooperative for one day. Just make it to tomorrow and get a good report from Mother so that Dr Peabody would ease up on his treatment and stop scheduling follow up appointments. If he could get a few days alone with Mother he was sure he would convince her that things were getting out of hand.

Philip stood silently as his Mother, with a pointed look at him, removed first one and then the other hand restraint. His hands felt cool in the air and he wiggled his fingers gratefully as Philip’s Mother grabbed his shoulders.

“I am quite tired out with your disgraceful childish behaviour so I am going to take Dr Peabody’s advice and put you to bed right now young man.”

Philip’s first instinct was to protest. It was barely lunchtime! His newly freed hands clenched into frustrated fists, but he quickly unclenched them. Concentrating on his plan he remained calm and obedient as she marched him by the shoulders into his bedroom and started undressing him.

Philip’s Mother continued removing his clothes until he was quite naked.

“Now don’t you dare move or make a sound,” she warned as she left the room. Philip made sure to stand quietly. She returned holding a pair of pyjamas. Not his normal paisley patterned winceyette pyjamas though; these were pale pink and printed with fluffy clouds!

His eyes made contact with his mothers as she held the pyjamas in front of him.

“There’s no need to look so surprised Philip. You heard Dr Peabody recommend you wear soothing pink pyjamas so I asked Mrs Swenson if Hyacinth had any old pairs that you could wear. That’s why I left you in the car. Hyacinth hasn’t worn these pyjamas for some years now; luckily they will fit you easily. They will keep you calm and soothed as Doctor Peabody recommended as well as being lovely and warm, see, aren’t they sweet?”

The very idea that he would have to wear Hyacinth Swenson’s cast-off pyjamas made him recoil in horror as she waved the pyjama jacket in front of his face.

“What have we discussed? His mother said sternly, “Not an ounce of defiance or Dr Peabody will hear of it,” she warned.

Philip’s mother dressed him in his new pink pyjamas. First buttoning him into the pyjama jacket and then stepping him into the pyjama bottoms. Hyacinth was much taller than Philip and her pyjamas were far too large for him. His mother had to tuck the jacket into the pyjama bottoms and pull them high up to his chest; he looked ridiculous.

“There, I am so pleased I could get you some pink pyjamas. Dr Peabody was correct; the pink pyjamas are already soothing you and keeping you calm. I will definitely have to buy you some so you can wear pretty pink pyjamas all the time. Your mummy’s sweet little babykins aren’t you?”

Philip wanted to scream his objection to her plan but standing there wearing pink pyjamas with the device strapped in his mouth he dare not risk getting a bad report. Picking up one of the pink mittens she watched intently for any sign of resistance or disobedience. Philip slid his hand into the pink ball. The inner lining gripped his clenched fingers snugly. Mother pulled the laces tight and tied a double bow with a flourish. She repeated the process on his right hand. Then came a fresh clean bib, she smartly tied the bib around his neck in a large bow and smoothed the front of his fresh bib against his pink pyjama top. His mother was obviously beside herself with satisfaction as she conducted this ritual slowly and methodically, her breathing controlled but slightly faster than normal.

Philip stood and endured this humiliation being visited upon him by his mother. He was seventeen years old and was wearing girls pink pyjamas and a pink bib. His hands were useless, encased as they were in Dr Peabody’s strange mittens and he was being forcibly made to suck continuously on a corrective device that was remarkably like a dummy.

“There now my angel, all ready for beddy-byes now aren’t we? Come along, in you go.”

Philip’s Mother pulled down his bedclothes and fluffed up his pillows. She patted the bottom sheet with the palm of her hand, beckoning Philip into bed. ”Into beddies my angel,” she cooed.

Philip, feeling very foolish climbed into bed. His Mother tucked the blankets tightly in, pinning him to the neck. She then left the room for a few minutes. Philip sat in the bed sucking the dummy. When she returned she had a large glass filled to the brim with fruit juice. Mother placed it on the nightstand. She then took hold of Philip’s strap and eased it off the hook of the dummy. The pressure pushing it into his mouth finally ceased. Mother took the ring and slowly pulled it out of Philip’s mouth, and it gleamed wet with saliva as she placed it on the nightstand. Philip wiggled his jaw back and forth. The feeling of relief was exquisite.

His Mother placing the rim of the glass against his lips broke Philip’s reverie. He took the rim between his lips just as Mother started to tip the glass. The cold sweet liquid flowed into this mouth. It was refreshing at first, but was a bit more than he would have wanted. Mother held his head forward by the back of his neck. She continued to tilt the glass until Philip had drained it of every drop. Philip licked his lips as she placed the empty glass back on the nightstand and he relaxed against the pillows. But not for long, his Mother was in front of him holding his dummy!

Philip’s eyes darted to hers with a brief pleading glance. Philip could see Mother’s eyebrow begin to rise. He quickly opened his mouth wide. Mother slid the dummy back into his mouth until the “V” of the heart-shaped guard was once again nestled against the bottom of his nose. She pulled the strap into place and hooked it securely. Once again the rubber shaft was pressing deeply into Philip’s mouth. Mother smiled. She sat on the bed and smoothed the bedclothes over Philip’s chest and tummy.

“Now then, mummy is pleased with your behaviour so far but you must be punished for your earlier behaviour. So you’ll stay tucked up in beddybyes for the time being. Now be a good boy and suck quietly on your dummy and go to sleepy-byes.”

Mother got up and left, closing the door behind her. Philip lay in bed with his hands encased in their pink spherical prisons while his body was encased in pink, cloud motif pyjamas.

Chapter Five

Philip felt like he was in a fog. There was a strange throbbing feeling, but it felt far away. A large shiny high-heeled shoe loomed into Philip’s field of vision. It seemed too large, but Philip recognized it immediately—Dr Leticia Peabody. He was wearing his pyjamas, bib and mittens; the dummy was strapped firmly in his mouth. Suddenly she was holding his mittened hands and was placing him over her shoe like she was going to give him a “horsey ride.” That was impossible, he was far too old for that! The shoe seemed enormous, the crotch of his pink pyjamas was nestled in the instep of Dr Peabody’s foot and the pointy toe of the shoe seemed to curl up between his legs until it was nestled in his bum crack. He tried to pull away but she had him in an unyielding grip. The throbbing began to grow more intense, and was coming from between his legs where he was so firmly settled on Dr Peabody’ shoe. She looked down and started to laugh as she lifted him up and down. In the corner his mother was standing beside a huge clock, clapping her hands in time to the rocking. Dr Peabody spoke to him in a condescending babyish voice.

“What a silly Philly. One more horsey ride then it’s bedtime for little Philip” His mother was now pointing to the clock. Even as he bounced up and down, up and down he could see the clock was set at 3pm. “ Noooooo!” He was shouting through the dummy. The throbbing between Philip’s legs became more acute, as if a magnifying glass was focusing it into a tiny concentrated spot.

”Ooh Mother look, he is waking up.”

A familiar voice pierced Philip’s fuzzy mind. The bizarre dream melted away. A woman’s face was hovering over Philip. He realised he was still in bed with his blankets tucked in tightly up to his chin. His arms were pinned under the blankets and as his hands were rendered useless in the pink mittens, he couldn’t work up the leverage to free himself. The saliva was running straight down the back of his throat as his lips tightly gripped the shaft of his dummy.

The woman leaned forward and Philip recognised Mrs Swenson. In that case, oh no, the voice that woke him had to be….

Hyacinth Swenson’s features loomed into view.

“Hello Philip, I am pleased you are wearing my pyjamas I wore them when I was a little girl!” She said mockingly as she smiled down at him.

“Now Hyacinth,” said her Mother. “Philip is only following the treatment recommended by Dr Peabody so no teasing please.”

It was then that he realised that the pressure in his bladder was severe. He desperately needed to relieve himself. Normally he would have bounded out of bed but he was helplessly trapped while the Swenson’s gazed down at him. He had to get out of this bed. He writhed and wriggled feebly, the exertion causing him to make loud involuntary sucking sounds as he panted around his dummy. Where was his mother?

”Mpppppppfffffffff!” Philip’s voice croaked unintelligibly when he tried to speak. He had forgotten about the dummy and his words made no sense.

”What is it dear?” Mrs Swenson asked and leaned closer to Philip’s face. As she did so she pressed on his bursting bladder. To Philip’s horror he began to wet himself. Once it started he couldn’t stop. Philip was distraught as he felt like he was having possibly the longest pee of his life!

”The big baby, he’s wetting the bed!”  Exclaimed Hyacinth.

What on earth are they doing here? Philip thought as she continued. “You need a nappy Philip!” He would have said something scathing but the huge wet stain that was soaking into his sheets was taking all his attention.

“Mppppff!”

Philip was relieved when his mother entered the room “Has he behaved himself?”  She asked, addressing Mrs Swenson.

”Oh Rita, I am afraid he has just wet the bed. He had slept like a baby the whole time you were gone, sucking contentedly on his dummy. Suddenly he started thrashing about under the covers and when we went to check on him we notice the bed was err… quite wet.”

Philip’s Mother came and stood directly over him. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them down with one hard pull. Philip was completely exposed as a bed wetter; the large wet stain on the front of his pyjamas had spread to his chest and knees and he lay in an even bigger wet spot that was centred under his wet pyjama clad bottom.

Philip looked at his mother with pleading eyes. No, this wasn’t his fault. He tried to say something and managed to spray saliva onto the front of his bib. His frustration became so great that he could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He banged his pink mittened fists against the mattress and tears started to well in the corner of his eyes. No! He was going to start crying!

His Mother, put a warning finger to her lips. Philip forced himself to calm down. He had to make her see that this was not his fault!

His Mother turned and thanked Mrs Swenson and Hyacinth for “babysitting.” The word made Philip’s ears burn as he lay there forlornly in his sopping pink pyjamas and sucking his dummy.

”No trouble at all Rita, Hyacinth loves babysitting She would love the chance to put Philip into his jim-jams and tuck him into beddybyes, Hyacinth is hoping to go into childcare and become a nanny so she would be grateful for the experience. Look, she even sensed that Philip would like a teddy bear to comfort him. Poor Philip, he already seems quite fond of it.”

Puzzled, Philip turned to the side and the ring of his dummy bumped against a pink teddy bear with plush fur and pink satin belly that had been placed beside him while he slept.

Oh look, baby has given Pinky Bear a kiss, did you see? Asked Hyacinth.

”Come along baby, give Pinky Bear another kiss,” she urged this time.

“You heard Hyacinth darling.” His Mother was looking at him pointedly. Philip, still breathing heavily, turned and looked at the bear. He quickly touched the ring of his dummy to the bear’s side and pulled away. Hyacinth clapped her hands with delight then turned to Philips Mother.

“Do you need any help to change Philip’s wet pyjamas?” Hyacinth asked, still exuberant at the predicament of her classmate.

She pause before continuing, “I would be happy to change his nappies if you decide he needs them and as Mummy said I would get him ready for bed and tuck him in if required.”

Philip couldn’t believe what was coming out of Hyacinth’s mouth and started to shake his head wildly.

”Mmmmpff”! He tried to exclaim in frustration, as a drool of saliva dribbled down his chin.

”That’s very kind Hyacinth,” Philip’s Mother said, pointedly wiping her son’s chin. “I shall certainly keep you in mind if I require any help.”

Chapter Six

His mother looked at Philip and pointed at the floor in front of her. Shamefacedly, Philip got out of the sopping wet bed and stood where his Mother indicated. His pink cloud pyjama bottoms drooped from the heavy wetness of the material. She removed the hand restraints and bib and peeled off the wet pyjamas. He put his hands in front of himself, ashamed of his nakedness but his mother impatiently slapped his hands away.

Philip’s mother hooked her finger into the ring of the dummy and started to march Philip toward the bathroom. He almost tripped as he struggled to keep up with her. He had never felt so humiliated.
She ran the bath then took out a box of her bubble bath and poured it in. The perfume scent wafted into Philip’s nostrils. Then she added some bath oils with their own strong floral fragrances. As steam filled the room, Philip’s Mother started smearing a white cream all over him.

As she lathered it over him he experienced a hot, almost burning sensation. Her stern glance told him to stand still and not to complain. He sucked furtively on his dummy. Just when it became almost unbearable, his Mother directed him into the bubble bath. The scented oily water seemed to permeate his skin.

He soaked for what seemed to be a long time. He could hear activity in the next room.
His Mother returned clutching a washcloth; she began to scrub him vigorously. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d bathed him but she acted as if it had been yesterday. She scrubbed him from head to toe, even behind his ears.

She encompassed his penis and testicles in the soapy washcloth and squeezed and scrubbed to such an extent he became partly aroused, much to his intense embarrassment. His mother seemed oblivious to the fact and took no notice. She applied more soap to the washcloth and got a rich lather up. She wound the soapy washcloth tightly around her manicured finger.

”Now I’ll have to get my nails done again.” She commented before she thrust her finger up his bottom. Philip grimaced as she briskly began cleaning his bum, pressing deep into his bum crack. The soapy washcloth covered finger pressed against his rosebud until it poked inside. Philip’s mother turned it like a corkscrew. Philip let a whimper of protest escape from around the shaft of his dummy.

”Stop fussing you baby!”

His Mother probed more deeply with the slippery washcloth as if to emphasize that she was going to do exactly as she pleased from now on and nothing he did or said was going to change a thing.

Mother rinsed him down with clean water. His skin felt odd, tingling all over. It was then he realised that he didn’t have a single hair left anywhere on his body. His pubic region was as smooth as it was when he was a little boy. Mother towelled him dry roughly. She took him by the hand and led him back to his bedroom; the bed had been stripped bare.

”The mattress is ruined. You will just have to sleep with mummy tonight until I can make other arrangements.

”Lie down on your back,” she ordered. He did so with trepidation. His mother started smearing ointment over his smooth bottom. It felt cold and slick. She worked it over his penis and testicles, making him squirm. The strong talc smell of baby powder filled his nostrils as she liberally sprinkled it all over. Baby powder? Oh please no . . .

“See what happens when you start acting like a little baby? My son the bed wetter! Well let me tell you. You’re not going to be ruining any more mattresses! When Dr Peabody gave me these nappy’s and plastic panties I assured her that my little Philip was not a bedwetting little baby but she obviously knew something that I didn’t. You have made a fool of me Philip!”

His Mother lifted the seventeen year olds legs and thrust a fluffy nappy under his bottom.

”You are going to be dressed permanently in nappy’s and pyjamas from now on until you convince me you can be trusted to behave like a big boy, do you understand?”

Without waiting for a reply she took out an oversized safety pin with a pink plastic bunny on the head and pinned the cloth nappy in place on one side and repeated the process on the other side. She went back and forth, re-pinning the nappy until it was snug against his skin.

Picking up a translucent, pink plastic pair of baby pants with elastic around the waist and leg openings, she pulled then up snugly over the nappy. They crackled noisily as she pulled his feet through the holes making sure the towelling nappy was completely covered by the plastic.

Philip had his eyes tightly shut throughout this experience as though this waking nightmare would disappear if he chose not to look. Unseen then, his mother unfurled a pair of newly purchased pyjamas. She eased his legs into pink, brushed cotton pyjamas. The material felt soft and comforting against his freshly powdered skin as she manoeuvred his arms into the sleeves. It was only when she buttoned up the pyjama jacket and he opened his eyes that he realised he was actually wearing pink pyjamas patterned with teddy bears!

“Yes that’s right Philip,” she said, buttoning up the top button on the Peter Pan collar of the pyjamas. “I bought you three new pairs of sweet little girls pyjamas to comply with Doctor Peabody’s advice and if you continue to behave like a baby I can’t see you ever wearing anything but pink babyish jimmy-jams ever again!”

Before he could even contemplate the horror of his pyjamas she had fastened on the first mitten and was lacing it tight. Soon its twin was in place. His mother took a fresh bib and tied it around his neck with the white towelling side facing outwards.

”Now then, time for beddy-byes.”  Philip shook his head vigorously, not bedtime surely, he had just had a long nap. He glanced at the bedside clock, three thirty! Even Doctor Peabody had said six o’clock!

“Oh I see, the good behaviour hasn’t lasted, well let me tell you that I will be putting you to beddybyes whenever you disobey or annoy me. Since you will be permanently dressed in your nappies and your pink jim-jams that will be quite easy especially after you receive your bedtime spanking!”

Philip found himself once again draped over her lap. His mother reached down and removed her pink, fur-trimmed slipper. Quickly she built up a rhythm as she spanked, not his nappy clad bottom but his upper legs. The pain was unbearable, his pyjamas offered little protection and soon he was writhing and spluttering through his dummy.

“Now, are you going to do as you are told and go to beddy-byes for mummy like a good little boy?”

Philip nodded miserably, anything to stop the pain and humiliation of the spanking.

“Goodness knows what Dr Peabody will have to say about all this when I tell her!”

She helped him into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest, tucking him in so tight that movement was out of the question. She tousled his hair and kissed him night-night with a satisfied expression.

Chapter Seven

Philip woke up. His mother stared down at him as if she had been waiting for him to wake.

”No smile for Mother? Tsk!” His mother made an exaggerated frown and clicked her tongue as she stripped back the bedclothes.

“Come along, up you get and come downstairs for your breakfast.”

Philip made his way downstairs into the kitchen and stared dumfounded. “Mmmmpff!”

He was so shocked he failed to react as his Mother lifted him up and hoisted him into the wooden high chair. Before he could even think straight the feeding tray was swung in front of him and clicked into place. His pyjama clad legs dangled helplessly in mid air. Philip was effectively imprisoned in a pink baby’s high chair.

Mother bustled back into the room.  In one hand she held an oversized baby bottle full of red fruit juice and the pink teddy bear in the other.

”Baby must have his medicine and he needs Pinky Bear to keep him company!”

She tucked Pinky Bear into the crook of his pyjamaed arm then tilted the high chair backward rather like a dentist’s chair. His Mother unhooked the strap from behind his pacifier and he felt the pressure suddenly release. Her polished fingernail crooked into the ring and pulled out the dummy with an audible pop. Philip’s mouth, empty for the first time in hours, felt a blast of cold air. Before he could savour the freedom Mother had stuffed the rubber teat of the bottle deep into his surprised lips and the juice began to flow down his throat. She tilted it more steeply and the juice was pouring out even faster. Philip, in his vulnerable, prone position was helpless to prevent swallowing the sweet liquid and inevitably his bib and pyjamas became stained with an estuary of deep magenta.

Mother was obviously determined that he drained the bottle. As Philip sucked, the nipple made a vulgar spluttering sound as the last few drops of the juice drained. Mother removed the bottle and readjusted the high chair so that Philip was in an upright sitting position.

”Such a good little baby, Mother will only have good things to report to Dr Peabody won’t she?”

She said this with a hint of threat in her voice as she placed a bowl of porridge on the feeding tray in front of Philip. Heeding her warning he opened his mouth without protest as she scooped up the first spoonful and began to feed him. Normally Philip would have rejected porridge out of hand but it seemed so long since his last meal that he eagerly awaited each spoonful. So much so that it wasn’t long until the overspill mingled with the juice stains to form a messy gloop on his bib and pyjamas.

When the bowl was empty Philip smacked his lips hoping for more but his mother was already prepared with his dummy.

“Open wide for Mother.” Philip tried to protest but just as his lips began to part the bulbous tip of the dummy slid past his lips to the back of his throat, as his lips instinctively formed their “O” around the shaft.

Mother hooked on the elastic strap and the guard was once again tight against his lips.

His mother began making small circular motions with her hand on his pyjama clad back.

“Come along, let’s have windy-woos for mummy.”

Philip was acutely ashamed, as it wasn’t long before he gave a loud satisfying burp of wind.

Appearing pleased his Mother gave him a big sloppy wet kiss on his cheek.

“Hello is anyone here… oh my goodness!”

As Mrs Swenson poked her head into the kitchen, Philip wished he was anywhere but strapped in his high chair. His face reddened again, deep with embarrassment as the familiar shape of Hyacinth followed her mother.

The two females stared at the pink teddy bear motif pyjama clad Philip sitting in the high chair being burped and apparently making such a mess that his bib and pyjamas were smeared with the remnants of his meal.  

“ I see you have already put the high chair to good use then,” said Mrs Swenson, recovering her composure.

“Yes thank you so much for collecting it from Dr Peabody’s for me, it would have been a tight fit in my car and besides I didn’t want to spoil the surprise for baby Philip.”

Mrs Swenson continued to stare at the figure in the high chair. His mother’s use of the phrase,” baby Philip” had not escaped her attention.

Meanwhile Hyacinth sidled up to Philip who eyed his school colleague with suspicion.

“Oh look at the ickle babykins,” she cooed in a mocking tone. “Has baby Philip eaten up all his bweckfast? Is his tummy-tum all full den?”

As she spoke she pushed against his stomach with her hand. Already squeezed by the high chair food tray and full after a long sleep and drinking a bottle of Dr Peabody’s medicine his bladder once again gave way to the inevitable and proceeded to flood his nappy!

Hyacinth was too busy enjoying herself teasing Philip. “What a messy eater you are, looks like baby need a clean bib and a change of jim-jams. See what I have bought for…Oh look! He is doing it again!”

Mrs Swenson and mother turned toward Philip as he now sat squelching in a flood of his own pee.

“Not again,” his mother said angrily as she helped him down from the high chair. Do you like making wee-wee in front of Hyacinth? Is that it, are you doing this on purpose to embarrass me?”

Philip, close to tears shook his head and tried to explain.

“Ith wath the dwink and the powwidge and evthing!”

He was aware how babyish the sentence sounded and a long trickle of spittle dribbled down from behind his dummy onto his chin to join the mixture now encrusted on his pyjamas and bib.

Mother wasn’t listening; he could see her eyes were ablaze with anger as she proceeded to untie the pink mittens enabling her to strip him of his sodden, baby pink pyjamas.

She worked methodically but silently as the translucent pink plastic nappy cover was swiftly removed. She took off the oversized plastic bunny safety pins that held his terry towelling cloth nappy, moving the pee stained items perilously close to his tearstained face before depositing them in a hastily prepared nappy bucket.

Baby wipes and cream soothed and cleaned until he was ready to be nappied again.

“It looks like Mummy will have to use plenty of nappies to keep her baby from leaking all over Dr Peabody’s surgery!”

She said, pinning Philip into not one, not two, but three terry towelling nappies. Philip gave out a moan.

“Mmmmpff…”

He had forgotten that they had to make yet another trip to see Dr Peabody and now he would be seen wearing nappies!

His mother held up another pair of translucent baby pants only this pair had cartoon characters printed on them. He groaned once more as she eased them up over his legs and settled them over his nappies. 

“ No good complaining about wearing nappy’s and baby pants when you act and behave exactly like a toddler is there?” Mother scolded.

“Now let’s get you dressed in some clean pyjamas ready for our visit to Dr Peabody.”

Philip was aghast at the thought of having to wear pyjamas to Dr Peabody’s surgery but in a few moments his predicament was to become even more disadvantageous!

From behind came a polite cough. Hyacinth urged her mother forward. “Go on Mother, give them to Mrs Lockhart.”

Mrs Swenson looked at the prostrate Philip as she spoke to his mother.

“I was explaining about Dr Peabody’s treatments and err… why Philip needed the pink pyjamas of Hyacinth’s that I donated to help calm him down and prevent his nervous habit becoming a life long affliction. That’s correct isn’t it?”

His mother nodded. ”Yes of course, Philip may have ended up with a lifelong affliction. Thank goodness Dr Peabody has been so helpful and understanding. Isn’t that right little Philip”?

As she spoke she curled her finger into the pink ring of his dummy and waggled it playfully from side to side causing the helpless Philips face to turn with the movement.

“Well then. In that case,” she continued, “Hyacinth remembered this pair of pyjamas that I bought her a couple of years ago, err… she wouldn’t wear them because they were too, err… how can I put it, well girly I suppose.”

“That’s right, “Hyacinth interrupted her mother.

“Far too frilly and pink for me but just right for Philip.”

She said this with apparent innocence giving Philip a long hard stare as he lay sucking furtively on his dummy wearing triple nappies encased in pink plastic baby pants.

Mrs Swenson handed the pyjamas to his mother.

Mrs Lockhart smiled with pleasure as she handled the pyjamas.

“How wonderful, I bet Philip will look delightful in these, they will be just perfect.”  She carefully examined the pyjamas by holding them up in front of Philip.

Philip’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. The pyjamas were coloured shocking pink and made from brushed nylon material.

“Oh and we thought these slippers would be useful too,” she said handing over a pair of pink, knitted slippers. The tops were threaded with what seemed like a yard of pink ribbon.

” How lovely!” Exclaimed mother. “Now then Philip, what do you say to the nice ladies for donating your new pyjamas and slippers?”

Philip squirmed with displeasure; he knew a pair of baby bootees when he saw them not to mention the babyishly styled pyjamas. Mother was giving him her “behave or else” look so he had little option rather than to concur.

“Fwank oo ff mi pwjimath an thlippers laydeeth.” He lisped through his dummy, blushing wildly as mother started to dress him in the pyjamas as the Swenson’s looked on.

The pyjama top had a Peter Pan collar edged with frilled lace, as did the bodice. The cuffs were also lacy and as his arms were thrust into the sleeves Philip was aware of light elastic caressing his wrist. Slowly his mother buttoned him into the hideously babyish, girlish pyjama top. Her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she fastened the top button and smoothed down the Peter Pan collar.

Philip’s left arm involuntarily moved toward the button to undo it. “Ah-ah, Philip, you naughty, naughty boy. When are you going to learn to behave”?

Mother slapped away his hand and immediately began to tie on his mittens.

“There. That will stop any of your nonsense.” She said as she once again rendered Philip’s hands useless. A clean bib was tied around the frilly collar of his pyjama top and mother delighted in patting it down, nestling the bib against the frilly bodice of his pyjamas.

“ Nearly done baby Philip,” she said lifting his legs in the air and easing the pink pyjama bottoms over his feet.  Philip blanched at the term “baby Philip”. But was more concerned about the bootees that she placed on his feet, securing each bootee on with a huge pink beribboned bow at each ankle

As mother stood him up, she pulled up the pyjama bottoms and adjusted the elasticised waistband before once again tucking the stupid teddy bear under his arm.

“Now I want to see you cuddling Pinky Bear all the time. Hyacinth has been very kind giving you her Teddy not to mention your lovely jim-jams so I want you to respect her gifts. Go on give Pinky Bear a kiss or do I have to tell Dr Peabody about your disobedience?” Mother threatened.

Mrs Swenson and especially Hyacinth beamed with pleasure as Philip very reluctantly nudged his dummy against the bear.

“Wave bye-bye to the nice ladies Philip.” Ordered mother as she led Philip by a mittened hand toward the car. Waddling uncomfortably thanks to the bulky nappies and struggling to hold on to that damn bear tucked under his arm, he eventually, after a prod from mother, half–heartedly waved to Hyacinth and Mrs Swenson who were waving back at him in that demented way adults do to very young children.

Chapter Eight

As mother strapped him into the rear seat of the car Philip realised he was ridiculously tired and as soon as the journey started began to nod off.

His mother, looking in the rear mirror said soothingly. “Oh dear is my pwecious babykins tired den? Philip go sleepy byes like a good little boy and mummy will….”

Philip woke as his mother unfastened him from his seat. Leaving the car, Philip was acutely aware that the brushed nylon of the pyjama bottoms was translucent enough to ensure anyone who saw him would be aware that he was wearing thick nappies and plastic baby pants underneath his pyjama bottoms, not to mention the bib, his dummy, pink baby bootees, the pink teddy bear tucked precariously under his arm and the pink frilly pyjama top.

Little wonder he was not amused to enter the Doctors waiting room.

The receptionist was delighted to see Philip again judging by the way she laughed and clapped her hands when she saw him being led into the reception.

“Why hello, aren’t we very pink today? I love your pyjamas Philip, Oh and what a sweet teddy bear too. Does he have a name?”

“Answer the nice lady Philip dear,” Urged his mother.

“Inky ber” He said, as close as he could get to Pinky Bear with the device strapped firmly in his mouth.

She laughed out loud, shaking her head as she pressed the intercom button to let Dr Peabody know they had arrived. Philip assumed his mother would admonish the impudent receptionist; instead she joined in the laughter!

 Dr Peabody greeted them.

“Rita! How lovely to see you, and Philip too, oh and he has his teddy bear too, how sweet. I see your mother is following my advice; I bet you feel all snugly and calm in your pink jim-jams don’t you?  And plenty of thick nap-naps too I see, splendid. Did you enjoy the special chair I sent you? Ha-ha I bet you did.”

Her eyes sparkled and she playfully waggled the ring of his dummy then lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the examining table, his bootee attired feet dangling over the edge while she turned and addressed Mrs Lockhart.

“How has his behaviour been then? Do tell me and be truthful Rita dear, this is a vital stage of his treatment.”

Philip was certain mother would give him a glowing report and in a few hours he would be able to sit down face to face and discuss the matter with her.

Instead he listened with growing disbelief as she told how he had refused to do this and complained about that and how he generally had disappointed her with his misbehaviour so much so that she had been left with no alternative but to spank him when he refused to go to bed!

Philip was outraged with his mother. “Mmmmpff.….”

He waved his arms about in the air as he tried to voice his complaints.

Dr Peabody sat thoughtfully staring at the ever more frustrated Philip while his mother looked on concerned at his antics until finally the Doctor spoke.

“Rita, I think we will have to intensify the treatment in the short term to achieve the result we both want. Do you agree?”

“Of course Doctor I will do anything to help my poor little Philip.”

Dr Peabody pushed Philip backwards and swung his legs around so he was lying prone on the examination table.

“Hush now little Philip, calm down. Rita help me here a moment will you?”

Philip was astonished as his mother held his arms while the Doctor slipped Philips wrists into the cuff restraints that adorned the table and held his legs as his ankles were similarly restrained.

“First, something to relax him.”

Philip watched fearfully as mother delicately raised his pyjama sleeve to expose the flesh. He flinched as he felt the coldness of the antiseptic wipe and winced as the needle pierced his skin and stared as a globule of blood appeared before being covered with a plaster. Mother repositioned his pyjama sleeve and patted his chest.

“There, there Philip dear we must do what is best for you.”

Dr Peabody removed the rubber strap from one side of his device and inserted her manicured finger into the ring of the dummy and out it came with a distinctive plop!

Philip’s freedom from his device was short-lived, for immediately Dr Peabody was opening a box.

“This is the latest model I have devised Rita dear, it should be ideal for our little problem child here.”

Philip felt as if he was floating and her words seemed to be coming from far away yet he still tried to twist his head and avoid the new device from entering his mouth.

“Now, now, be a good boy.”  She said grabbing his chin in a firm grip.

Philip felt the shaft penetrate his mouth; this one was wider, forcing his mouth into an exaggerated “o” shape. The rubber hook attachment that kept the device firmly locked in place was stretched behind his head and once again the bulbous shaft was forced further into his mouth as the plastic mouth guard wedged itself against his lips and chin. The heart shaped mouth guard allowing it to nestle neatly under his nose.

“There now,” she said, to Mrs Lockhart, “no doubt it appears remarkably similar to the previous device. But observe.”

Two small flanges, positioned on the shaft just prior to the point where it entered his mouth, were simultaneously pressed and the main tube of the device slid out of his mouth leaving the plastic “o” shape still locked into position.

Philip sucked in a welcome blast of air.

“Hello Philip,” Doctor Peabody said, chucking him with her long manicured fingernails under the chin, “Can you tell me your name?”

He tried to speak but the plastic insert prevented his lips from forming any shapes and very quickly he gave up. By now he felt so weak and helpless that despite his predicament his eyelids began to droop and a good long nap seemed terribly welcoming.

“Nap time can wait Philip, I want to demonstrate this latest model to your mother. Which would you prefer first sweetheart, din-dins or dwinkies?”

Dr Peabody held up two bottles that were very similar to baby bottles except instead of a rubber teat there was a two-inch long plastic tube. Dr Peabody inserted the tubular end of the bottle into the o-ring and twisted the bottle 180 degrees, locking it into place. Philips became conscious of a thick pureed substance entering his mouth via the baby bottle.

“You see Rita, the bottles have been designed to lock into the o-ring in his mouth. You can now feed and give baby his liquids without ever having to release him totally from the device. The valve ensures baby can only receive so much sustenance with each squeeze of the bottle. You can of course speed up the feeding process by squeezing the bottle as many times as you like.”

“Leticia, how often must I feed him?” Asked Mrs Lockhart.

“Three bottle feeds, and five feeds of milk a day will ensure he receives sufficient nutrients and I have included his special medication in the baby formula so all you have to do is microwave each bottle for two minutes. Mind you he must finish each one and his bowel movements will be different owing to the lack of solids, more like a baby’s in fact.”

She twisted the bottle to unlock it as the contents emptied. She looked at him as she spoke.

“I am afraid nappies will be doubly important from now on.”

Philip was horrified as the implication of what she was saying registered with him. His mother stroked his hair as she slotted in the bottle containing the milk.

“Thank you so much for all your help doctor, I will make sure he receives your treatment exactly as you proscribe it should be.”

Phillip wanted to scream! All he had had was a nervousness that caused him to bite his lip occasionally and here he was dressed as a baby!

Doctor Peabody gave his nappied crotch a playful pat.

“Oh dear, it appears that relaxant I gave him has caused his bladder to relax as well.”

She laughed.” You carry on feeding him Rita; I will change the little darling. ”Phillip's mother gave him an angry stare and gave the bottle two extra squeezes; he almost gagged at the rush of liquid. It wasn’t his fault he had wet his nappies!

Dr Peabody unfastened the ankle cuffs restraining his legs and untied the pretty ribbons that kept his pink slippers firmly tied to his feet.

“How sweet,” she murmured as she removed the slippers and then inserted her long fingernails inside the elasticised waist of his pink pyjama bottoms and slid them slowly down his legs.

“I do love your pretty pyjamas Philip,” she said neatly folding the pyjama bottoms before removing the plastic pants.

Philip sucked harder on his bottle as the doctor unpinned his nappy and began to clean and powder him.

“Let’s get this little pee-pee out of the way for a moment,” she humiliatingly exclaimed as she worked to clean him. Philip was all too aware of her long fingernails probing as her hands caressed his testicles as she rubbed baby powder all around.

“You naught boy!” Admonished his mother as she noticed how he reacted to the doctor’s touch.

Now-now Rita, the boy can’t help it,” she said sympathetically.

“Best we get this little problem firmly under wraps, don’t you agree babykins?”

She tickled his chin with her long fingernail then proceeded to pin him into three soft and fluffy white terry-towelling nappies. Philip almost achieved orgasm as the soft material caressed his penis and his body convulsed before disappointingly for him her tender touch disappeared and the moment was gone.

It was all an anticlimax for Philip as Dr Peabody re-positioned his plastic baby pants and dressed him in his pink pyjama bottoms.

“There we are, all clean and dry again.”

Dr Peabody said as she approached to reinsert the device. Philip once again felt the smooth plastic shaft enter his mouth and felt the bulbous tip settle uncomfortably close to the back of his throat. She removed the cuffs around his wrists and sat him on her lap.

“Such a sweet boy, she said as she slid him down her long nylon clad leg until her high heeled foot nestled on his pyjama and nappy covered bottom. Slowly she began to move her leg rhythmically up and down as she supported him by his mittens.

“Oopsa daisy! Does babykins like his horsey ride den?”

In actual fact the motion was making him feel sick after consuming two full baby bottles but at the same time he was experiencing excitement as the toe of the Doctors high heel began to penetrate his bottom as he was bounced up and down. Faster and faster the “horsey” went, Philip groaned and dribbled spittle onto his bib.

“There now, wasn’t that a lovely horsey ride for babykins?” Dr Peabody said looking slightly flustered as his mother pointed to the clock. Philip remembered his dream as his mother proclaimed.

”It’s 3pm doctor, we really must finish this consultation.”

“Quite right,” said Dr Peabody as she sat a highly agitated Philip on the edge of the examination table. “I still have to explain the next stage of the treatment.” She walked to the cupboard and came back with a new pile of bibs and a box.

“Give me your tootsies babykins,” she said as she opened the box.

Obediently he did as he was told and the doctor slipped a pink vinyl object onto his foot. It was a footed version of the mittens that already encased his hands, basically a slipper sock with a vinyl ball attached to the sole.

“The vinyl is stuffed with beads of polystyrene,” Dr Peabody explained as she tightened up the ribbons and criss-crossed them around his ankle before tying bow to secure it. She repeated the same actions until Philip sat on the edge of the examination table wearing the two pink slipper socks.

“Now you shall see how they are designed to work Rita”

Dr Peabody took his mittened hands. “Down you come babykins,” and jumped him down from the examination table. As his feet came into contact with the floor the polystyrene balls shifted and moved making it impossible for Philip to balance.

He immediately fell to his knees, attempting to avoid collapsing completely by balancing precariously by rigidly locking his wrist muscles. Both women began to laugh as his wrists gave way under the strain and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. Dr Peabody bent down toward Philip. He assumed she was going to help him up; instead she merely clipped a nylon cord to the o-ring of his dummy.

“Try again babykins,” she said, this time tugging at the cord she had connected to the dummy. Jerked onto all fours, he precariously managed to crawl a little way before the strength in his wrists gave way and he found himself once again collapsing.

“You see Rita, I feel Philip needs to be regressed all the way back to being a little baby before we can move forward and cure his lip biting once and for all. If you keep him dressed in the bootee’s it will ensure baby will have to crawl everywhere. Baby must learn not be embarrassed of his pretty pink pyjamas, bib and nappies and so forth so it would be easier if we treated him, or should I say her, as a little girl for the time being.

As if to prove a point she took a bib from the pile and dangled it by the ribbons in front of Philip. On the white towelling site was printed, Babykins Philippa! Dr Peabody placed it around his neck, laughing as she tied the ribbons 

Philip attempted to voice his objection to this outrageous treatment; he would get her struck off! He would see her in court! He would…  drool pathetically onto his clean bib.

“Thank you so much for all you trouble.”  He was amazed to hear his mother say.

Dr Peabody waved her hand dismissively.

“Tsk, it’s nothing. I am here to help. It will take a bit of time but she will soon get the hang of crawling about the floor like a ten-month-old baby girl. Here you try Rita.”

Philip was dumfounded as his mother readily took the cord and led him around the room, giving a short tug if he hesitated.

“Clever Philippa, who is mummy’s special little girl then?”  Encouraged his mother, as if he had a choice other than to respond to being pulled around the room.

Dr Peabody knelt down to face the exhausted boy and unclipped the cord from the o-ring.

“Now Philippa, Mummy and I are going to have a private talk for a little while so you have to be a brave little girl and wait for mummy outside. Why don’t you chat to Pinky Bear to keep you company.”

Dr Peabody lifted Philip up and perched him on one of the chairs in the waiting room with Pinky Bear ensconced on his lap.

“Well, well. What have we here?”

The receptionist knelt in front of Philip.

“Babykins Philippa, what a lovely name. Do you like being dressed in nappies, frilly pink jim-jams and an adorable embroidered bib?”  She wiggled his dummy in a manner that made his head move up and down. This made her laugh out loud.

“You know what Babykins Philippa?” She confessed conspiratorially. “I did something very naughty. I forgot to switch off the intercom when you went in for your consultation so I accidentally heard everything. Wasn’t that naughty of me?”

As she spoke she picked up Pinky bear from his lap and waggled the soft toy in front of his face.

“Kissy-kissy,” she mocked before walking away and placing the toy on the floor about ten feet away from Philip.

She laughed, returning to her desk just as his mother and Dr Peabody reappeared.

“What’s going on here?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, Dr Peabody,” began the receptionist, “no sooner had you left your patient alone when the toy bear was hurled down in what appeared to me to be a fit of temper. I was going to return the bear to your patient but the phone has been busy,” she lied.

His mother looked at him with genuine anger.

“Philippa! Why do you misbehave as soon as you are out of my sight? You were told to look after Pinky Bear and you have wilfully disobeyed the doctor’s instructions, shame on you. Well let me tell you that you will be severely punished for this, you will go straight to beddy-byes when you get home little lady and I am gong to spank you this instant!”

To Philips horror, his mother put him over her lap, pulled down his pyjama bottoms and as before began to smack the fleshy, uppermost part of his legs. Her smacks reverberated around the reception area as she spanked him in front of Dr Peabody and the receptionist who smirked as she sat smugly at her desk.

“ Naughty little baby!” Shouted his mother, as she appeared to become more agitated with each spank. Finally Dr Peabody put a hand on her shoulder.

“I think she has had a sharp enough lesson for the time being Rita, best to get Philippa home and tucked into bye-byes for the night. Here we are Rita, strap her in and you can get off home.”

A stifled guffaw from behind the desk was audible as Philip found himself being strapped into what was effectively a baby’s pushchair. It had three wheels, one at the front and two at the rear and was a hideous shade of pink. Too embarrassed and disorientated by his spanking and the effects of the relaxant to resist, Philip watched as Dr Peabody knelt in front of him.

“It has turned out to be a lovely sunny day, Philippa,” she said, “so I think you will need this.”

Dr Peabody placed a baby’s sunbonnet around his head. Philip sat dumfounded as she tied the ribbons of the pink gingham monstrosity under his chin. “A lovely double bow will suit I think. There now, pretty as a picture!”

Philip was so outraged by this further act of humiliation that his eyes filled with tears of rage!”

“Mmmmpff!” He spluttered.

The two women laughed and Dr Peabody fanned out the frilled lace that formed the bonnet’s peek-a-boo style.

“There- there. Dry those tears Philippa, mummy will soon have you home and she will be able to get you tucked up in beddybyes, ha-ha!”

Philip was stunned. Were these words supposed to comfort him? Being told that he, a seventeen year old, was going to be put to bed in the middle of the afternoon!

He concluded they were mad and he became even more infuriated as she wiggled his dummy and patted his tearstained cheek as she spoke.

“Bye- bye baby Philippa, see you soon sweetums”

Chapter Nine

As Philips mother secured him in the back seat of the car, his tummy felt decidedly queasy while she stowed his new pushchair along with a plentiful supply of the bottle feeds in the boot of the car.

Slamming the driver’s door as she turned the ignition Philip sensed she was in a bad mood.

“Well you really took your misbehaviour to a new level in there didn’t you?”

Philip sucked nervously on his dummy and tried to ignore his upset tummy as his mother continued.

“Dr Peabody is trying to help you and all you do is be obstructive and embarrass me. Well from now on we are going to follow her instructions to the letter. There will be no more letting you have your own way. When we get home you will go straight to beddy-byes. What’s more I will continue your treatment as baby Philippa until you learn to do as you are told!”

Philip waved his mittened hands about in frustration and although he knew full well the plastic tubular device that filled his mouth prevented the formation of intelligible words he spluttered an indignant,

“Mpppppppfffffffff!”

As his mother parked the car he was annoyed to see Mrs Swenson’s car still outside the house and gave an involuntarily muffled moan that his mother heard. Glancing in the rear mirror she grinned mischievously at him before speaking.

“Didn’t I mention that Hyacinth would be staying with us? She is going to help me look after you.”

Philip began to violently shake his head as his mother continued.

“You remember how keen she was to get some experience of looking after a baby?  Well what better than to be nanny to a ten month old baby girl called Philippa? Ha-ha. I arranged everything in Dr Peabody’s office!”

Philips head was spinning with this devastating news as his mother strapped him into the pushchair and wheeled him to the front door. At the hallway his mother made a point of fussily arranging his bonnet that had somehow become skewed.

“We must have you looking your prettiest for Hyacinth mustn’t we my angel?”

She clipped the cord to the o-ring of his pink dummy before releasing him from the pushchair and bringing him to the crawling position with a sharp tug of the cord.

Slowly they entered the living room. “Come along Philippa,” encouraged his Mother, tugging on his dummy. Drool dribbled down his chin as the sheer effort of crawling along like an infant required all his concentration.

“My-my, what have we here? It looks like a sweet little baby girl!” 

Recognising Hyacinths voice he groaned inwardly before casting his eyes upwards. She was dressed in a grey dress that sported a large white collar and was buttoned to the neck. The sleeves had cuffs that were also trimmed in white. She wore sheer black stockings and on her feet were traditional black brogues. Her brown hair had been severely scraped back from her plain, unmade up face, leaving her features appear as if they had been medically sculpted.

Hyacinth knelt down until her face was inches from his face. “Do you like my uniform Philippa? You can call me Nanny from now on,” she said as she took her turn tinkering with the frills on his sunbonnet.

Philip turned ashen and he felt a tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh dear is the pwecious ickle babykins not happy to see me den?” She mocked as she reached under his arms and plonked the helpless Philip on her lap and began bouncing him up and down on her knee.

“Oopsa daisy babykins.”

Philip began to feel unwell as his tummy rumbled loudly and, to his shame and horror felt himself uncontrollably empty his bowel.

“Hyacinth,” His mother said. “I want you to take baby Philippa and………. What on earth?”

His mother wrinkled her nose as she addressed Hyacinth.

“Doctor Peabody warned me this would happen, oh well. Hyacinth, do your duty as this naughty baby’s Nanny and get her changed and dressed in clean pyjamas please. When she is ready you can put her straight to bed.”

“Oh yes, I will put baby Philippa to bed with pleasure!” Hyacinth said excitedly.

“How long shall I let baby nap for?”

“I think we will forgo afternoon nap time at present Hyacinth. For the moment half past three will be baby’s permanent bedtime!”

Upon hearing all of this Philip began to writhe and twist on Hyacinths lap, something not recommended with a full nappy!

Hyacinth giggled, seemingly oblivious of Philips condition.

“Now-now baby Philippa, three thirty is a perfectly reasonable bedtime for a naughty little girl like you, now be still or nanny will spank your botty for you then you will really be uncomfortable!”

As she spoke she grabbed the cord attached to his dummy and drew him closer to her until his face nestled against her expansive bosom. Philip watched despairingly as his mother stood and left him in the care of Hyacinth, his seventeen year old school friend!”

Hyacinth led Philip upstairs. At first he assumed they were heading to his bedroom but they passed the door and stopped outside the room used as depository for unused furniture and knick-knacks.

Hyacinth pushed open the door and led him inside.

“Welcome to your new nursery baby Philippa!”

Thanks to his peek a boo style baby bonnet, Philip’s view of the room was restricted to his immediate line of sight. Straight in front of him stood a changing table identical to the one in Dr Peabody’s consulting room. From his position on the floor table appeared huge. Hyacinth lifted him up and fastened his wrists to the restraint cuffs.

Before she continued she went to a cupboard and removed a white rubber, bib fronted apron. She placed her head into the opening. The smell of the rubber apron overpowered everything else and she stared at Philip as she reached behind her to tie the apron strings. He looked back at her nervously, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to escape the restraint cuffs.

“Don’t bother baby Philippa. Nanny won’t be letting you go that easily!”

She fumbled in the apron pocket and withdrew a white surgical mask and placed it over her mouth, a pair of surgical latex gloves were stretched over her hands with a loud snap before she turned her attention once more toward Philip.

Working methodically, she began to divest him of his mittens, pyjamas, bib, baby pants and bootee’s leaving his bonnet in place so that his vision was severely restricted unless he could turn his head.

He could not even begin to remember how each of those articles had been introduced into his life but he was grateful at least when she removed the disgusting nappies and began the task of cleaning him.

“Better get used to this baby Philippa,” she gloated from behind her mask. “The formula you are being fed will cause more wet and stinky nappies. Ha- ha.

How does it feel to have your nappies changed like a ten month old baby when you are really seventeen!”

Hyacinth continued to powder his bottom as she spoke, lifting his little penis to powder beneath it. Her fingers felt the surge of blood activate the tiny organ as had occurred in the doctor’s surgery.

“Oh dear Philippa, little girls aren’t suppose to do that sort of thing,” she laughed as she lifted his legs high into the air and placed three snowy white towelling nappies underneath him, slapping his semi–rigid penis with her latex covered hand in the process as she lowered his legs.

Philip flinched at the blow as Hyacinth expertly pinned him into clean nappies and guided his legs into yet another pair of pink plastic baby pants. She discarded the latex gloves, removed her surgical mask and wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. Looking thoughtfully at Philip she pondered her next important decision.

“Now, which pair of pink pyjamas shall Philippa wear for bye-byes?” Hyacinth’s fingers ruffled through a pile of pink nightwear.

“Well! These certainly look familiar,” she said in mock surprise as she selected the pink pyjamas with the cloud motif that her mother had donated.

“Once nanny has you buttoned up into your jim-jams Philippa you will be calm and content and ready for beddy-byes! Won’t you my ickle pwecious babykins!”

As she spoke this ridiculous baby talk to him she tickled under his arms as one would an infant. Philip was frustrated and helpless as he involuntarily squirmed and wriggled in response to the tickling.

Hyacinth laughed as she eased the pink pyjama bottoms over his feet and positioned them over his tightly pinned nappies and plastic pants. Once she had him dressed in his pyjama bottoms Hyacinth began to refit the special pink baby bootees provided by Dr Peabody. In a gesture of defiance, Philip kicked out in a futile attempt to prevent them being fastened.

“Naughty baby,” she scolded, “Philippa need to be taught a lesson!”

Hyacinth lifted his legs high into the air as if she was going to nappy him again but instead she used the palm of her hand to spank his legs.

“Bad little girls get their little bottoms spanked,” she said breathlessly as Philip quickly regretted his act of defiance”.

“Mmmmpff!” Philip tried in vain to get her to stop but on she spanked until she could spank no more.

“Let that be a lesson to you Philippa,” Hyacinth said menacingly. “I will take no nonsense from you. I am your Nanny and you will do as I say, do you understand?”

She gave him one final swat with her hand; Philip nodded vigorously and looked suitably chastened as Hyacinth finished tying on his pink bootees.

Hyacinth was much calmer as she picked up the pink pyjama jacket.

Mmm, lovely soft jim-jams for baby Philippa,” she said releasing his left hand from the restraining cuff in order to work his arm up into the pyjamas until his hand appeared from the sleeve, then picking up one of his mittens she deftly retied it rendering his hand redundant once again.

She repeated the process with his right hand and Hyacinth was soon buttoning Philip up in his infantile pink pyjama jacket.

“There we are, all snugly- wuggly ready for beddy-byes,” she said in a soft syrupy tone as she tied a clean “Babykins Philippa” bib around his neck.

Hyacinth tugged at the end of the cord attached to his dummy.

“Come with Nanny babykins, time for beddy-byes.”

Philip was forced to sit on the edge of the changing table. His bonnet having previously restricted his vision he was mortified to see directly in front of him, glossily painted pink, his old cot!

With his dummy an immovable object Hyacinths tug propelled Philip off the changing table onto the floor. Thanks to the bootees he was immediately forced onto all fours. Hyacinth led him toward the cot. Lowering the rail she shortened the cord to elevate Philip toward the cot.

“In you go. That’s it. Beddy-byes time is three-thirty for baby Philippa!” She gloated in a singsong voice as Philip awkwardly clambered into the cot. Hyacinth lifted and locked the rail as Philip lay on his back breathing heavily from his crawling exertion.

“Is my babykins all tired out den?” She mocked, tucking a pink flannelette blanket around Philip and foreshortening the cord before clipping it to a rail at the head of the cot effectively restricting Philip to lying only on his back in the cot.

Chapter Ten

“Is she ready for her supper yet Nanny?” Philips mother entered carrying two of Dr Peabody’s bottles.

“Now she is Mrs Lockhart, but I have had to spank the naughty baby’s botty for her.”

Philips Mother peered down at her son. “Well if she requires a spanking you just administer one, that’s what Nanny’s are for!”

Mrs Lockhart reached down over the cot rail, placed her hand over the shaft of his device and, locating the flanges, withdrew the main shaft of the dummy before immediately fitting the first of the bottles into place.

As Philip consumed the second bottle he was hazily aware of several figures gathered around the cot talking. Hyacinth and his Mother were there yes, but also present were Dr Peabody and Mrs Swenson! They were staring down at the seventeen-year-old youth lying in his cot.

Philip endured a daily routine of being spanked, wearing nappy’s, bootees and mittens, a frilly pink bonnet upon his head, dressed in pink pyjamas and a bib, being fed baby formula in bottles whilst sat in his high chair, being wheeled in the garden in his pushchair, crawling on all fours while being led by a cord, never ever being without his dummy and being put to bed in his cot at three thirty.  

Until one day.

On this day he woke up to find he was lying naked on a blanket downstairs. Where was Nanny? Where was his Mother? He realised he could open his mouth as the o-ring had been removed. He tried forming words to call out but it was difficult to make any meaningful sounds. Sitting himself up his hand brushed against on object. It was a traditional baby’s dummy. He placed it straight into his mouth and happily began to suck upon it.

Objects were strewn about the floor, crawling rather than walking he began to explore. Sucking on his dummy he was happy to discover a disposable nappy. Urgently he pulled on the nappy and immediately began to relieve himself. Next he came across his favourite pyjamas, the pink cloud one’s that Nanny knew he liked wearing best of all when she got him ready for bed. He was so happy at finding them he cuddled them to his body before pulling on the pyjama bottoms. Struggling with the jacket he left it unbuttoned as his bonnet caught his eye. Crawling toward it he was attempting to tie it under his chin when the room flooded with people.

“Hmm. I see.” Said a strange female shining a torch into his eyes. Alongside her stood another stranger, this time a male. Apparently they both wanted to talk to Philippa but sat on Nanny’s lap he was much more interested in being entertained by her gently bouncing him up and down. He always seemed to enjoy those sessions and she had to shush him quiet as he started to giggle and laugh.

“It’s very unusual regressive behaviour indeed.” Said the strange female as she copiously made notes.

“Yes it was an almost sudden total regression about a month ago,” Dr Peabody proclaimed. ” His mother bought him to me as she was obviously concerned by the dummy sucking, nappy wearing and female nightwear donning that Philip adopted. My approach so far has been to observe and monitor before deciding on a suitable treatment.  As you saw for yourself, his urge to act as a baby girl is still well established.”

Philip began to take more notice of the conversation.

“This behaviour was witnessed at its onset you say?” Asked the man who also was taking notes.

“Oh yes.” It was his mother speaking now.

“He stole his girlfriends pyjamas to wear, those very same ones he is wearing in fact. Then he began to go outdoors sucking on a baby’s dummy, Mrs Swenson first mentioned it, and she had seen him. It was soon after that I discovered the nappy and Hyacinths pyjamas in his bedclothes, soiled I am afraid to say.”

She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief as she spoke. 

Philips head was losing its haziness and the meaning of the conversation was penetrating his rapidly clearing mind.

“Nnn…not bb…. baby…gg… girl!”  He suddenly exclaimed. Unfortunately for Philip, Hyacinth quickly popped the regular baby’s dummy into his mouth and held it firmly in place.

“Mmmmpff!”

“Is he trying to say something?” Asked the note taking female.

Poor Philip tried to move Hyacinth’s hand away from the dummy that she was holding firmly in his mouth but she was too strong for him.

“Oh dear, I think he was telling me he needs his nappy changing, will you excuse us please?”

“Of course young lady, we have seen enough. Off you go and look after Philip. I do so admire you for standing by him. A lot of girls your age would have been reluctant to help. Goodbye and goodbye to you too little Philip I hope you get better soon.”

The strange female tousled his hair; Philip widened his eyes in a desperate, plaintiff cry for help and started to flail his arms about wildly. Hyacinth held the dummy firm and rapidly exited the room.

Chapter Eleven

Philip was back in the nursery; lying on the changing table his hands and feet once again encased in mittens and bootees. He was tightly pinned into nappies and plastic pants and resplendently buttoned into a pair of pink floral winceyette pyjamas. Dr Peabody’s device was firmly positioned in his mouth and a dribble of saliva was already wending its way down his chin toward his, “Babykins Philippa” bib. His peek-a-boo bonnet was in place and once again tied neatly under his chin   

His Mother, Mrs Swenson and Dr Peabody gathered around the changing table alongside Hyacinth.

“Philip took me by surprise at how quickly the medication wore off, I will have to increase the dosage.” Dr Peabody said.

“Well,” his mother said, looking down at Philip, “thanks to Hyacinth or should I say Nanny, it worked to our advantage. In a short while, once the committee’s recommendation is confirmed I will legally have jurisdiction over Philips affairs

Philip looked up at his mother with puzzlement.

She tickled his chin, as she spoke. “My dear when your father died he foolishly left all of his investments in trust for you. I had to make do with a limited amount each year.

When you turn eighteen tomorrow, yes that’s right tomorrow is your birthday, you will inherit an awful amount of cash and shares. I couldn’t possibly have allowed you to have control of all that money. What if you hadn’t been kind to Mummy? Money can change people you know.”

His Mother paused to fussily adjust the frills on his bonnet.

“Fortunately I now have power of attorney over your financial affairs thanks to your awful regressive illness. No one would let a little baby girl have access to all that money would they Philippa?”

Philip tried to sit up, his head quite clear and his anger manifest, but surrounded by four women he was quickly pushed back down and his wrists and ankles were quickly secured in the restraint cuffs.

“Mmmmpff!”

“Now, now Philip,” his Mother went on. “Hyacinth has kindly agreed to continue in the role of Nanny, she and her mother will be joining Dr Peabody in living with us in our lovely new house in the country. There is a big garden where you will be able to sit in your pushchair and have lots of naps; I may even buy you a special baby’s pram so Hyacinth can take you out to the village for a stroll, won’t that be nice? No need to thank me I can afford it. You will spend your time there dressed in your nappies and pyjamas, taking plenty of nap’s and going to beddy-byes at three-thirty, or shall we make your bedtime three o’clock from today to celebrate?”

His mother laughed, turning to Dr Peabody and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

“Leticia darling thank you so much for your help?”

Philip was astounded at such a sight. His own mother!”

“Oh come on, don’t be so surprised that your mummy wants a little happiness for herself,” she said as Philip struggled to free himself so violently that Dr Peabody intervened.

Philip’s pyjama sleeve was rolled up and soon he was fighting to stay conscious.

“Of you go to sleepy-byes Philippa,” his Mother’s voice was saying from a long way off. “Only three more years as a baby until you are twenty-one then we must persuade the authorities all over again to renew my jurisdiction. But don’t worry, by then you will be used to your nappies and jim-jams and you won’t ever remember being anything other than a sweet little baby girl!”

The End