Weekend Frolics

 As soon as he heard her voice, he trembled. Friday night was always the 
night they started the weekend in earnest. At the sight of Monica, his 
loins melted and his knees weakened. His wife silently closed the front 
door behind him.
 "Undress Paul!" Her quiet command caused him shivers of anticipation and 
excitement. He dropped his briefcase and raincoat on the hall floor and 
took off his jacket.
 Tonight, and for the rest of the weekend, they would play their 'Nurse' 
and 'Baby' game. The phone was disconnected and nothing would interrupt 
their pleasure. 

 Monica during the week was a typical housewife, cleaning, cooking, a 
part-time job and also a fair share of community service thrown in. But at 
weekends, their was a complete transformation. She relished her role as a 
Dominatrix, controlling her husband and enjoying an intense two days of 
sexual activity. She was a young thirty, blond and a beautiful sensual 
woman.
 Paul's excitement was obvious, his hands could hardly stop shaking. The 
sight of his wife in her royal blue Nurses tunic and white rubber apron 
sent spasms shooting through his abdomen. With only his trousers left, 
Monica stopped him disrobing and spoke to him sternly. "Follow me upstairs 
boy on your hands and knees!" Immediately he dropped to all fours at her 
imperial command and scampered upstairs after the black stockings of his 
beautiful mistress. She closed the door of the bathroom after him and 
pulled hard on the hairs at the back of his neck. He squealed out in pain 
and shot to his feet.
 "Stand up boy so Nurse can look at you." Paul stood but still didn't 
reach eye level with her, Monica towered over him by a good three inches. 
He was also six years her junior and always felt overawed in her presence. 
Monica grabbed and twisted his left ear, peering inside with a look of 
disgust on her face.

 "When did you last wash out your ears,  Child?" she scolded. He yelped in 
pain as she prodded inside with her index finger, her sharp nail scraping 
at the thick wax that had built up inside. Still squeezing his ear, she 
pushed her soiled fingernail under his nose. She spat her disgust at him,
 "It's a fortunate thing that your mine this weekend, I wonder what other 
dirty little secrets your pathetic body is hiding."
 Much to his relief, she released his tortured ear and unfastened his 
trousers allowing them to fall to the floor.
 "Now, let's see the condition of your little willie, shall we boy?" With 
two hands she pulled his Y-fronts down till they rested around his knees. 
Paul hung his head in shame as Monica's voice iced through to his core. 
"Still being a baby are we Paul?" His face was ashen as he let the pants 
drop to his ankles and stepped out of them. He let the question go 
unanswered. Monica reached down and recovered the underpants. She 
displayed the urine stain and gazed at him with a look of questionable 
disdain.
 "Paul, your a big boy now. Big boys don't wet their pants, do they?" 
Monica smiled as her words bit deeply into her husband's pride. She 
strained to hear his barely audible reply. "No ..No Nurse, I'm sorry."
 Monica pushed the knickers nearer his nose, he grimaced and tried to turn 
his head away but Monica's firm fingers twisted on his ear, forcing him to 
suffer her imposed shame.
 She allowed herself a quiet smile.
 "Oh Baby, your always sorry when your Nurse has got to punish you. This 
time Paul it's going to be painful, I hope your prepared for that?" 
Monica waited for a reply, none was forthcoming. With lightning speed, her 
right hand shot out and struck him across the face. Bright red weals 
appeared on his cheek.
 "Paul, please answer the question." Her icy eyes cut deep into him. 
Paul's eyes watered over, his voice carried a definite quiver.
 "Yes..yes Nurse, I'm prepared.." She threw the underpants into the corner 
of the bathroom and gently applied pressure to his abused ear. A 
suppressed wail came through his gritted teeth. "You havn't learnt to use 
the toilet properly yet, have you Baby. It seems that I'll have to take 
control again, won't I Paul?
 Shame engulfed Paul as he stammered to reply.
 "Ye-Yes." Nurse reached behind him and smacked him hard on the bottom. 
"Yes what?" retorted Monica. "Yes Nurse!" he quickly blurted out, unable 
to look her in the eye, his own resting on his now engorged Penis. Still 
maintaining her grip on his ear, she continued her assault on his broken 
manhood.


 "Your too old for Wee-Wee stains and skid-marks in your knickers, I think 
it's back to Nappies for you this weekend child, now on your hands and 
knees in the bath, I need to examine you properly...Quickly Child, don't 
daudle!" Paul felt a stinging slap on his backside and almost leapt into 
the cold empty tub. Nurse pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and prised his 
buttocks roughly apart.
 "Baby needs a good clean there I think..." Monica filled up the hand 
basin and applied some soap to a sponge. "Pull your own bottom apart 
Child, I havn't got two pairs of hands." Paul felt totally humiliated as 
his chin fell with a thud to the bottom of the bath as both hands reaching 
behind to expose himself to his Mistress. Nurse proceeded with the wash, 
taking far longer than necessary and totally oblivious to Paul's 
discomfort.
 "Turn over." The curt command resulted in instantaneous reaction from 
Paul, fearing another hard slap on his already abused bottom. He took up 
his usual position, hands pulling his knees well back into his shoulders. 
Nurse studied his throbbing Penis, noting the swollen, sticky glands. 
Monica removed one of her gloves and let Her fingernails gently scratch 
the tip of his organ. Paul winced as the exquisite pleasure almost 
resulted in the ultimate discharge, an action that would surely have 
brought Nurse's wrath down on him.

 "Now let's see how clean your disgusting prick is.." Nurse pulled back 
his foreskin and peered intently at the tender skin underneath. Paul cried 
out loud as he felt the sponge being pulled roughly across his glands.
 "Hush Baby, Nurse has got to make you clean and if you can't do it 
yourself then you'll have to suffer a little bit, won't you?" She grinned 
at his shame which was written all over his face and continued; "Now you 
have a clean bottom and a clean willie I think it's time for your Enema, 
no time like the present to wash out your insides!"
 Paul's face was a picture as Nurse gaily went about preparing the bag and 
syringe. When all was ready she bade Paul turn over again, making him 
present his own Anus as he had done before. Involuntary, he shivered as 
cold KY Jelly was spread around his rosebud, then the unyielding pressure 
of the enema nozzle was pushed firmly into his tight hole.
 "There, comfortable child?" Monica giggled as she released the valve and 
allowed the three pints to flow into his bowels. When his belly had 
excepted about half of the fluid, Paul let out his first moan, his belly 
feeling very distended now. He felt his wife's hand gently caress his back 
and her voice soothingly placate him.
 "Never mind Darling, all babies need enemas, Nurse only likes nice clean 
babies, doesn't  she?"

 When all the fluid had gone, she pulled out the nozzle and yanked Paul 
out of the bath by his ear and sat him on the toilet. "Don't you dare go 
until I tell you, or you'll have the same again boy!" Her infant husband 
looked completely defeated, pained concentration on his face accompanied 
bubbling noises from deep within him.
 Monica smiled to herself at the sight of her dejected husband. The only 
thing proud about him at the moment was his thick, massive penis, towering 
seven inches in the air. Otherwise her pathetic charge looked ridiculous, 
his swollen belly indicating the ultimate shame she could bestow on him. 
Her own sexual excitement heightened by the fact that he is loving every 
minute of it! She turned her back on him and displayed her rear. "I think 
you know what Nurse wants, don't you Baby."
 Paul trembled as he pulled his Nurses tunic up and tucked it under her 
belt. Monica doubled over, feeling his hands circle her thighs and guide 
her naked bottom towards his face and he started kissing her beautiful 
orbs. His wet tongue lapped around her buttocks until they opened and he 
pushed his lips towards her crinkling hole. Nurse moaned with pleasure and 
bent over more, exposing her wet sex to his probing tongue. She pushed 
backwards, forcing her Infant husband's nose into her bottom and 
increasing the pressure of his tongue on her clitoris.

 She stretched out behind with both hands and grabbed the back of Paul's 
head, pulling his face tighter against her crotch.
 Paul's senses were in turmoil. Monica was screaming at him, "More, 
More...Harder Baby." Lack of air made him feel light-headed and his tongue 
worked harder to satisfy his Divine Mistress. Struggling against Nurses 
hold over him was useless, he had to make do with rare gulps of air from 
his mouth. Monica's hands slipped from their hold at the back of his neck 
and grabbed his ears, pulling even harder. The pain goading him on to even 
greater feats of activity on her hot sex.
 "More Baby, more!" she cried as she tightened her hold on Paul's ears. 
Waves of pleasure rippled across every part of her body and centered on 
her clitoris. As Monica orgasmed, she fell backwards, impaling herself on 
Paul's swollen penis. Monica felt her orgasm magnify as Paul cried out and 
his cock started gushing out seed. She sat still on him, feeling totally 
exhausted and spent, allowing her senses to return to slowly to normal and 
relishing the delicious after effects of sex.
 Eventually reality returned and she assumed the role of Nurse again. 
After washing herself in the bidet and rearranging her uniform she turned 
her attention on Paul again. He was looking very ashamed, the physical 
trauma of sex had caused him to lose bowel control. Nurse cupped him under 
the chin and forced his head up so their eyes meet. 
"Why didn't you wait till Nurse said you could go?" His eyes pleaded with 
her.
 "I'm sorry Nurse, I couldn't help myself!" He wailed.
 "Exactly!" She cried triumphantly, "you can't help yourself, can you 
baby! That's why you need me to constantly look after you." Monica 
relished in his humiliation, even so soon after sex, her desire was 
returning. She smiled down at him, "have you finished on the potty Child?"
 "No, not yet Nurse...soon-" She interrupted him.
 "Well never mind, Nurse will wipe and then a nappy for baby." Roughly 
grabbing the back of Paul's neck she pulled him forward and cleaned him 
with some toilet paper, flushing the bowl after her. With a healthy slap 
on the bottom she pushed him towards the door. "Into the Nursery and onto 
the changing table with you!"
 "But Nurse..." he wailed.
 Slight hesitation to her command caused a frenzied reaction on her part. 
As he made to leave the bathroom she leapt at him and grabbed his ear, 
twisting him round so his ear was an inch from her fuming face.
 "When I give you an order Child, I want it obeyed instantly...DO YOU 
UNDERSTAND???"
 Paul's fear was real now, her black eyes bored into him and he felt his 
knees weaken. "Yes..Ah..Yes, Nurse, I'm sorry," he quaked at her. She 
tightened her grip on his ear, making him cry out and drop to his knees. 
Another yank on his poor bruised lug sent him tumbling across the toilet 
pedestal.
 "Stay there, I'm fed up with you being sorry all the time, It's time you 
learnt a little humility." Her cruel voice unnerved him, causing a shiver 
to roll down his spine. Sometimes he wondered exactly where fantasy and 
reality left each other. Monica stormed out of the bathroom leaving him to 
a few quiet seconds to himself. When she returned he noticed immediately 
the table-tennis bat filling her hand, the knuckles of her fingers white 
from the firm grip on the handle. Grabbing him by the hair, she heaved his 
head up and pushed the bat under his nose, speaking softly and slowly, as 
she forced the plywood between his teeth.
 "Kiss the bat Paul, it's going to be your instrument of punishment!" He 
wanted to plead with her, beg her forgiveness,  any thing but with his 
mouth full it took all his effort not to gag. She withdrew the bat and 
stuffed his mouth with a wet flannel with a curt command to bite hard. 
Monica stood up and observed him calmly for a few moments, relishing her 
impending task. With her free hand, she softly stroked his pink posterior. 
Paul turned his eyes away and chewed nervously on the flannel. With all 
her strength she brought the bat down on his buttocks. Again and again the 
weapon struck his wretched cheeks, each blow following the last like a 
machine gun. 

A muted, constant scream rose from Paul's bloated mouth and he kicked 
violently with his feet, sending a waste-paper bin flying across the room. 
After fifteen seconds Monica stopped and wiped a layer of perspiration 
from her brow. She sat back on her haunches and started rubbing Baby 
Lotion into Paul's crimson bottom. He wailed loudly as the cold cream made 
contact with his inflamed skin and continued to blubber without control as 
his Nurse firmly kneaded the lotion in.
 "Now will you go into the Nursery Paul.." He started to rise, "On your 
hands and knees Child, and climb up on the changing table Darling;" she 
commanded gently. A warm glow spread down from her womb, realizing that 
during her violent attack on Paul, her vagina and thighs were soaking wet 
from a minor orgasm she had experienced. She followed her crawling husband 
out of the bathroom, feeling a lazy dribble rolling down her thigh.
 As Monica busied herself in the kitchen, Paul lay face down on the cold 
rubber of the changing mat. He'd made it himself about two months ago from 
an old kitchen worktop, covered with foam and a rubber sheet and was 
thrilled with the use that Monica had found for it. 
 Sniffing and blubbering slightly now, he gingerly reached behind and felt 
his tender backside. Slowly the pain was receding, leaving a dull throb 
that he didn't find all that uncomfortable. He heard Monica on the landing 
outside and swiftly resumed a relaxed position.
 "Turn Over Baby," she said crossly, "if your bottom's sore, it's your own 
fault." His erection sprang out at her, sighing, she wagged a finger at 
him. "I don't want you playing with yourself while I'm out of the room." 
She placed two feeding bottles of milk on the trolley next to the changing 
table and roughly fastened his hands in the attached wrist retainers. 
After a visit to the bathroom, She returned with warm water and proceeded 
to soap and sponge him everywhere. While she was drying him, Paul sucked 
on a bottle of warm milk, pulling a face at the taste.
 "I've put a little Castor Oil in it," she said brightly. Dropping a tone, 
Monica continued; "so hurry up and drink it all!"
She sat there silently while he finished the bottle which she swapped out 
for another one.
 "There, there Baby, let Nurse look after you!" Monica played gently with 
his prick, pulling back the foreskin until the pink glands were exposed. 
"Baby's wee-wee is all hard again," Nurse spoke softly in baby talk. 
"Nursey wants to put it in her mouth, would you like that child?" Paul, 
with his eyes closed, nodded. A contented smile resting on his face. Her 
tongue licked the tip, and soon her whole mouth had absorbed most of his 
shaft. Paul arched his back and strained at his bonds as his sensitive 
member glowed in her warm, moist mouth. She stopped as she felt his 
excitement grow and left him on the edge of another orgasm.
 "Time for your Nappy, Baby. Nurse doesn't want any accidents on the 
table, do we?" Her tone was teasing, Paul's disappointment was obvious as 
his Nurse fetched a large white towel from the dresser. he relaxed as her 
warm fingers massaged cold barrier cream between his cheeks and around his 
thighs 
"Come on Darling, bottom up." Paul obeyed as Monica slid the bulky Nappy 
under his buttocks, which she duly pinned up, followed by an  pair of 
pull-on plastic pants. She then attached his ankles to the end of the 
table, making him completely helpless. 
 The teasing began in earnest. A hand slid under the elastic of his 
waterproof pants and massaged his penis through the thick nappy,
 "Well, my Baby, I've some good news for you. are you ready for a little 
bit of a shock? ...I spoke to Mother on the phone a couple of months ago 
and I had to tell her about your little problem, after all, we can't keep 
this Nursery a secret for ever can we?" Monica waved her arm around, the 
room with all its fixtures dedicated to the pursuit of their Infantile 
games. During the last twelve years they had acquired everything from a 
adult cot to a potty. She spoke gravely to him.
 "I must say, I was very worried about her reaction, half expecting her to 
hang up on me, but after we had corresponded a couple of times, she now 
seems very interested and has agreed to help me look after you. 
I even told her that you were a lot of extra work, which made her feel 
sorry for me and eager to help!" She grinned at his discomfort and 
continued, "well would you like that baby?" 
 Monica laughed to herself, his face told the whole story and he 
definitely was not enjoying the prospect of his mother-in-law coming round 
and seeing him like this, let alone helping Monica to look after him, 
whatever that entailed!! Monica tried to placate his fears.
 "Oh!, come on child, after all, she wouldn't understand our strange sex 
games, I had to tell her that due to a minor stroke six months ago, you 
were now a total incontinent." Nurse reached down and touched his Nappy. 
"And due to your unreasonable attitude and anti-social behavior, I 
outlined the remedies that I had been forced to take! for example these.." 
She squeezed the plastic covered bulk between his thighs.
 He spluttered back at her, "You told her I really was..." His eyes 
glanced down at his Nappy and then shot back to her grinning face. 
 Monica's onslaught continued, "And she appears to have her own ideas on 
how to 'treat' and maybe 'cure' your particular problem! Anyway Darling, 
one thing that I haven't mentioned, I'm collecting her from the station 
tomorrow morning at 9.30. O.K?" 
 Monica giggled at his colorless face, satisfied that this last bit of 
information would have thrown a whole new light on their relationship. 
She promised him some food and left him alone on the table, with only his 
thoughts for company.
 After she had eaten and watched the Nine 'o' clock News, Monica donned 
her apron and presented Paul with a bowl of rather unappetizing gruel.
 "Hungry Darling?" Paul nodded vigorously, well aware the food would not 
be very appealing, but finding the feeding operation perhaps the most 
erotic of all their games. The constant debasement of his manhood, both 
verbally and physically as Monica deliberately allowed food to spread 
itself all over his face and dribble down his plastic catcher bib, left 
its usual feeling of intense arousal in his lower belly.
 "Just this last little bit Baby, then every things finished for Mummy." 
Monica scooped out the cold soggy dribbles of gruel that had fallen into 
the trough of the bib and shoveled them into his mouth. After a healthy 
belch, Nurse wiped his face and removed the plastic bib. A look of concern 
crossed her face as her toddler groaned and clutched his stomach. In her 
'Mummy's' sing-song baby voice she whispered in his ear.
 "Baby Paul tell Nursey all your problems, has Baby got cramps in his 
tummy?" Paul whined away at her and she laughed, kissing him on the 
forehead.
 "If your a good boy I'll put you on the potty later, but now, for your 
sweet course, how would you like to kiss Nursey's fanny again.?"
 Paul knew it wasn't a question, but a statement. His penis grew firm 
inside the confines of his Nappy as Monica stepped out of her tunic. She 
stood alongside the changing table, totally naked except for stockings and 
suspender belt. She slowly massaged her ripe breasts in front of him, 
exhilarated by his helplessness. Paul's arousal was obvious, the tip of 
his cock was sticking out of the toweling, straining against the plastic 
pants. Nurse arranged the layette, not commenting on the fact that he was 
soaking wet.
 The extra width of the table made it easy for Monica to mount and sit 
astride his face, her calves gripping the sides of his head tightly. 
Feeling his hot breath on her sex, she lowered herself gradually onto his 
mouth. 'Queening' on her Infant husband was her greatest pleasure, knowing 
that in this position he was absolutely defenseless. She gasped as a eager 
tongue buried itself deep into her vagina and then flicker around her 
prominent clitoris. As pleasure radiated through her, she gyrated her hips 
on Paul's face, feeling his nose rubbing against her anus. The intensity 
of the pleasure slowly got almost unbearable and she exploded in a massive 
cry. A tremulous orgasm folded over Monica and she collapsed onto Paul's 
belly. She raised her hips for a moment to allow her struggling charge a 
quick burst of fresh air, and then flopped back down.

 After the effects of the orgasm had finally worn off, Monica slowly 
pushed herself up and squelched playfully on his wet face, enjoying the 
aftereffect of sex and the desire to humiliate her Nappied Husband even 
more. His penis was still jutting proudly out of his imprisoned loins, 
desperate for relief. Paul objected when Monica steadily started up her 
gyration again. He tore his face away from her hungry pussy and took great 
breaths of fresh air. But he escape was short lived, Monica just 
re-adjusted her legs and soon his head was hopelessly trapped between her 
powerful thighs.
 "Poor Baby," she soothed at him. "Nurse always wants more, soon your turn 
will come Darling, have patience Sweetheart." Her words calmed him and he 
resumed his active oral work. Monica leaned forward and slid her hand into 
his sodden Nappy, encircling his throbbing shaft, while at the same time, 
firmly rolling his belly around. Paul moaned loudly beneath her, his arms 
straining at there bonds. It always amused Monica that when Paul was near 
coming, his kneecaps would start shaking. Impishly, she suddenly stopped, 
realizing that the poor boy was on the brink and continued to vigorously 
massage his troubled abdomen. She didn't hear his muted protests coming 
from under her and at the last possible moment turned her attention back 
to his tumescent cock. 

Slithering down the table so her knees straddled his padded hips, it only 
took a final flick of the wrist before Paul's orgasm started. Instantly, 
she buried the discharging member under the Nappy, letting the waterproof 
pant elastic snap closed and sat down heavily on his rumbling insides. As 
Monica jumped off the table to observe her handiwork, Paul, arched his 
back off the table and loudly trumpeted his pleasure and discomfort at the 
same time.
 Monica watched her adult infant slowly come back to life. He was weeping 
quietly to himself, refusing to look at his grinning Nurse, so deep was 
his shame and humiliation. She circled the changing table languidly, 
releasing each limb from its bonds. Monica cupped his head in her hands  
and guided him into the sitting position, moving her face an inch from his 
own.
 "You have only fifteen minutes to crawl into the bathroom, clean yourself 
up, rinse out your Nappy and be waiting back here so I can get you ready 
for your cot. Oh, and don't forget to spray the bathroom after you... do 
you understand Child?" She announced sternly to him.
 his eyes slowly focused on hers before wilting and turning away. "Yes 
Nurse," he mumbled.
 She watched her pathetic husband worm his way out of the Nursery, his 
Nappies heavily laden, hanging low.  Smiling, she called after him,
 "Paul Darling?"
 He stopped and half turned his head in her direction.
 "You won't have to clean yourself up anymore, 'she'll'  be doing it from 
now on." her teasing tone etched a look of puzzlement on her infant's face.
 "Who do you mean?" he questioned. His naked wife threw her head back and 
laughed.
 "Why my Mother of course, did you forget, she's coming tomorrow!