Back To Baby Club
Back To Baby Club
My story begins after the death of my mother. I was 11 years old, and I was an only child. My father always worked away from home for months on end, So he was never around for me. Because of the situation we was in, He employed a woman who he knew very well to take care of me while he was away.
She made me go to live with her in Scotland, so I had to give up school and all my friends in the midlands. I started to make things difficult for her, and gave her a hard time. Then her sister got involved, She told her to treat me like baby, because I was acting like one. I told them no way was I going to be treated like a baby and that I was going to run away.
Next minute her sister grabbed me and put me over her knee, she dropped my trousers and pants and gave me such a slap on my backside. Between the two of them they took off all my clothes and left me naked, and left me in my bedroom. A few hours later they came back to my room, and removed all my clothes from the room.
Then they asked me was I going to behave myself, I told them yes. Then They told me I was going to be punished for what I did, and restrictions was going to be enforced on me. I was made to lie on a baby mat, and I was given a dummy to suck. They informed me from that point I was to go back at being a baby full time until they felt I had grown up.
I was put back into terry nappies, and plastic pants, and was not aloud to use the toilet at any time. I was not aloud to do anything for myself. I was bottled fed five times a day, and the only food I had was baby food. The worse was yet to come, her sister ran a baby club in the village, and I was to attend there every day. I was treated like the other baby's in the club.
My nanny would dress me up like a little boy in gray school short trousers, lucky for me I did not look my age, and I was always getting passed off as a nine year old. As soon as the club finished I would be taken home, then I would have all my clothes removed, accept my nappy and plastic pants.
If I played up she would put my reigns on me and keep me in the pushchair. The only television programs I was aloud to watch was preschool television. I would get ready for bed time at five O clock, and was put to bed at seven O clock every night. Some times she would not get me out of my cot till ten O clock the next morning and that meant I would have been in the same nappy for seventeen hours. I endured this life style till sixteen, but even then I had to still wear nappies for bedtime, and long journeys.
Written By: Darren