A NIGHT AT NANNY'S NURSERY
” Alfred O'Coyle, 1996


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My name is Baby Alfie and I am a big rubber baby boy. I love dressing up in
terry towelling nappies, rubber panties and romper suits. The feelings I
experience when I'm dressed in this way will, I'm sure, be very familiar
to big babies everywhere. Returning to babyhood relieves me of
all my cares and stresses and for a few hours I'm taken back to those
days when absolutely everything was done for me, right down to being fed,
bathed and having my soiled nappies changed by Mummy and then being put
into a rubber sheeted cot for the night. With a bottle of formula milk,
dummy and my favourite teddy I slept soundly until morning when, without
fail, Mummy would change me again, put on my bib and place me into my
high-chair for my mushy cereal breakfast.  These days I have to make out
for myself and do all my own baby chores, but even the scent of baby
cream and baby powder wafting around the room is enough to send my mind
back to those glorious nursery days.


Every now and again I get the chance to visit my favourite Nanny Shirley, and that's why I'm now 
standing outside her London flat's front door this evening, having just rung her bell. This time 
I'm in for a real treat, an overnight stay in the nursery with everything that goes with it. As 
instructed I'm wearing two disposable nappies and a pair of pink frilly rubber panties, under my 
track-suit bottoms. I also have a large dummy tied around my neck, under my coat. I'm really glad 
that I wore these nappies now, I drank far too much tea before leaving home and I couldn't hold 
it any longer. Now I am soaking wet. Nanny opened the door at last and ushered me in. "You're 
five minutes late". I made a mumbled apology but she interrupted me, "I'm not quite ready for you 
yet, I have to put my uniform on". She took my bag and reached for the dummy around my neck. 
"What's this ribbon doing, poking out from under your coat?" So that's why I was getting funny 
looks from the janitor! She removed my coat and put the dummy into my mouth, securing it in place 
with ribbons tied at the back of my head. "Hands on your head, and stand in the corner facing the 
wall." There I stood for the next five minutes thinking of what was to come, Nanny was very 
ingenious and always managed to come up with something to surprise me.




At last I heard her footsteps as she approached me from behind. I instinctively went to turn 
around but Nanny spotted me, "Stay RIGHT where you are!" She patted my backside to check that I 
had my nappies on, and then she made me turn around to face her whilst she squeezed my front, 
making me squirm as she did so. "Put your arms down and let me take off your vest and shirt." She 
removed these followed by shoes, socks and track-suit bottoms. I could see now that Nanny Shirley 
was wearing her smart Nurses' uniform of a blue frock and starched white apron. On her head she 
had a little Nurses' cap. She looked as great as ever and I took a Moment to stand there and 
admire her. There I was standing there naked but for my pink frilly rubber panties and nappies. 
"Let's see if you're wet, shall we, Baby Alfie!" With that she put her hand right inside my 
frilly rubber panties and nappies and found instantly that I had been unable to hold my pee. 
"You're a dirty, naughty, messy baby, aren't you? - what are you?" "A dirty, naughty, messy baby, 
Nanny" I repeated, "I'm very, very sorry Nanny, really I am. I couldn't help it." "You will be 
sorry later, Baby Alfie, I promise you." She probed around inside my nappy and found my balls. 
She gave them a sharp tweak which really had me wincing, I can tell you! Then she found my penis 
and she started stroking it very gently, rubbing the foreskin up and down. Just as I was enjoying 
the sensations, the same hand grabbed my balls again, giving them another even sharper tweak, 
bringing me back to reality with a bang! Nanny Shirley then led me over to the changing table and 
removed my nappies and pink frilly rubber panties. "Up you get," she ordered, "I see you need a 
shave down here, let's do that first." She put on her full length, white rubber apron that 
gleamed and rustled with every movement. I love the feel and smell of rubber, and when Nanny leant over me I could feel and smell every inch of her apron, a marvellous sensation. She then 
produced a bowl of warm water, razors and some shaving cream. Quickly and expertly she removed 
every remaining hair from around my nappy area. Afterwards she bathed all around the same, paying 
particular attention to my penis and the area beneath my foreskin. Nanny then rubbed lashings of 
baby oil and baby powder into every nook and cranny, sending my into ecstasy as she did so. "Now, 
my big Baby Alfie, there are the small matters of your late arrival and dirty nappies to be dealt 
with, aren't there?" I managed to Mumble something like "Yes Nanny." I had hoped my late arrival 
had been forgotten about by now - a fat chance of that, Nanny missed nothing, and nothing like 
that ever went unpunished. She took me by the hand and led me over to her punishment stool. 
Hanging from the sides were 4 thick straps, waiting to secure my wrists and ankles. On top were 2 
canes and a thick heavy leather tawse, which I know from experience, Nanny can use very 
skilfully! "Now then, my big Baby Alfie, I know you think that a good caning is grossly unfair, 
but believe me, it really is for your own good, all my babies submit to this chastisement so that 
they know exactly who is in charge and what Nanny will, and won't, put up with. You know very 
well that I insist on punctuality, and wet nappies are definitely non-starters, do you 
understand?" I nodded my agreement, and told her that I understood. Nanny really enjoys this part 
of her Babies' visits. I could see that gleam in her eye, there was no doubt that she relished 
the chance to lay on a few very hard strokes at every opportunity. In truth I know, deep down 
that being punished in this way is good for me and I was quite looking forward to it. Yes, I know 
it would hurt for a while, but after several strokes the pain would be replaced by pleasant 
sensations stirring in my groins - by the end of this session I would be as turnedon as I'd ever 
been. I stood there for a few seconds, stark naked, my penis upright with anticipation, all 
thoughts of the hard strokes to come were completely forgotten about. "Right then, Baby Alfie, 
over the stool you go". With that she grabbed my arms and had me positioned over the stool, just 
as she wanted me. Quickly, before I had a chance to protest, my arms were strapped tightly to the 
front of the stool by the wrists, thus rendering me completely helpless. My backside was now very 
prominent over the top of the stool, all Nanny had to do now was secure my ankles with the other 
two straps, and I was completely immobile and at her mercy. Nanny then produced a blindfold and 
ball gag which were quickly strapped into place. Now I had no way of knowing when the next stroke 
of the cane or tawse would fall and no way of screaming out.




I could hear Nanny walking around the stool and felt her hand stroking my behind. I could hear 
her make a couple of practice swings with the cane and heard the swish each time, as well as 
feeling the cool breeze made by them. "Are you ready for this, Baby Alfie?", before I had a 
chance to answer, the first powerfully struck stroke was unleashed, very quickly followed by the 
second. My muffled groans signalled to her that the strokes had found their desired targets, 
namely my exposed buttocks. Slowly and deliberately, Nanny delivered a further 20 or more 
strokes. Half-way through my penis was very limp and I was crying from the pain. Nanny stopped 
briefly when she heard me sobbing, she removed my blindfold and wiped away a few tears. This was 
the compassionate side of Nanny's nature, but she quickly reminded me again, that this was for my 
own good and that she must continue with it. With the blindfold back in place Nanny continued 
with my punishment. The was no let up in the severity of the strokes, if anything the short break 
had been just what Nanny needed to regain her strength, and I swear some of her strokes were even 
harder. Of course, as I mentioned earlier, I began to enjoy the feelings now that pain had turned 
to pleasure. At the end of the caning Nanny paused and made herself a cup of coffee, leaving me 
still strapped across the punishment stool to contemplate just why I was in this position. With 
her composure regained she came over and removed my blindfold and gag. She held out the large 
leather tawse in front of me and ordered me to kiss it in respect. "I'm going to finish you off 
with the tawse, and after that you can lie down in the cot for a little while, and enjoy your 
lovely glowing arse. It certainly looks nice and warm from where I am standing." Having been on 
the receiving end of a good tawsing from Nanny before, I knew what to expect. The first 2 strokes 
had me squealing with pain, with no gag to hold back the noise I just let it all out, but by the 
end of the 12 strokes my penis was rampant again.



When I was finally released from the punishment stool Nanny took me over to the changing table. 
First she made me lie on my stomach whilst she applied a very liberal amount of antiseptic cream 
to ease the pain of the thrashing I'd just endured. She then turned me over so that I was now 
laying on my back, she put on a pair of rubber gloves and produced a bottle of baby oil. My penis 
was well lubricated with the oil. With her rubber gloved hands she slowly, ever so slowly, worked 
her fingers up and down my shaft. I laid back and enjoyed this fantastic treatment until after 
about 5 minutes or so I could do nothing but give way to the magic finger movements. I shuddered 
into orgasm but Nanny kept pumping me until I was exhausted and completely drained. She smiled as 
my semen spread all over my belly and she rubbed my penis into it until my entire nappy area was 
covered. Before settling me down for a couple of hours Nanny put on a couple of terry nappies, 
fresh rubber panties and a sleep-suit and then treated me to a lovely long session of breast 
feeding. Afterwards she laid me down in the cot and secured me to the sides with leather mittens 
for my hands and leather cuffs for my ankles. A bonnet and a large dummy were then tied in place 
before Nanny kissed me, and completely secured the cot with a grill that was locked in place on 
the top. Thus secured Nanny told me to sleep tight and that she would see me in a couple of hours 
time for more big baby fun and games. At about 8pm Nanny came and released me from the cot. I was 
taken to the play-pen where she left me with an assortment of toys, including my favourite teddy 
bear that I had brought with me. Nanny sat watching television not far from the play-pen. She 
joked that she had to keep an eye on me so that she could tell if I was getting into any 
mischief. After an hour in the play-pen, I needed to pee in my already full nappy. Without 
thinking I released even more pee into the nappy and before I knew it my rubber panties were 
starting to leak on to the floor of the play-pen. Nanny had witnessed this and came over 
immediately and scolded me. "It's a good job I laid out that rubber sheet, otherwise my carpet 
would have been ruined". It was clearly obvious that she was upset. She grabbed me and unbuttoned 
my sleep suit and pulled off my rubber panties and nappies. With one swift move she had me over 
her lap and I got a combined spanking and scolding for my trouble. "It's nearly time you were in 
your cot for the night, young man" she told me. She escorted me to the bathroom where I was 
unceremoniously undressed and helped into the bath. She picked up some baby shampoo and proceeded 
to wash my hair, followed by a meticulous scrubbing of every inch of my body. When it came to the 
nappy area she took her time, ensuring that no areas were left uncleaned. Nanny then took me, 
still just wrapped in a towel, back to the front room. She sat on the settee and beckoned me to 
come over and lay across her lap. When I was comfortable she produced a bottle of formula milk 
and presented me with the rubber nipple. I was beginning to feel a little tired, what with such a 
lot taking place in just a few short hours. I sucked avidly on the nipple of the first bottle and 
finished it's contents. Nanny then offered me another one which I sucked on with the same 
gerness. With both bottles finished Nanny bared her breasts and allowed me to suckle again for 
nearly 30 minutes.




As I told you at the beginning of this story, Nanny has ways of surprising me every time I visit 
her, and this occasion was no exception. I was put into 2 thick night-time nappies and a pair of 
extra thick rubber panties this time in powder blue, next came an all-in-one terry material 
sleep-suit. This had poppers at the crotch and a full length zip that went all the way up to my 
neck. Further poppers on the chest and neck ensured extra security. There were no feet in the 
suit but I could just see that there was a padded bottom where the suit's feet would have 
normally been. The sleeve ends were thick and elasticated and fitted comfortably over the whole 
of my wrists. I was then introduced to a pair of fleecy-lined canvas mittens. When these were put 
on my hands they came up and covered the whole of the sleep-suit's elasticated wrist bands. "That 
should stop you getting up to any mischief in the night", said Nanny, but that was just the first 
surprise she had for me. I was just trying to get used to the mittens when Nanny pulled back the 
duvet on the cot. As I was trying to work out what it was, there on the cot, Nanny explained all. 
"This is a rubber bondage bag, and you are going to spend the night in it. Up you get on to the 
cot". With that she unzipped the zip running down the length of the bag, and helped me up on to 
the cot. "Right, feet first, wriggle all the way down until your feet touch the bottom." Once my 
feet were in she took my right arm and placed in into what appeared to be a pocket built into the 
bondage bag. She took my other arm and put it into a similar pocket on the other side of the bag. 
As she secured my second arm she explained further, "The pockets inside this bondage bag are 
designed to keep your hands down at your sides, this stops any unnecessary wriggling." She then 
did the zip up again and tightened up about a dozen straps, placed at regular intervals along the 
length of the bag, right from the neck to the feet. The duvet was then put over me to keep me 
warm, and a dummy placed in mymouth for me to suck on. "Good night Baby Alfie, see you in the 
morning." Nanny smiled to herself as she turned around a final time, before leaving me for the 
night. "Yes Nanny, you've come up trumps again," I thought to myself. I don't remember much about 
that night. Idrifted off to sleep pretty quickly. I awoke pretty early but I don't think that 
even Nanny had even stirred by then. It felt like I had filled my nappies to bursting point. I 
can only assume that Nanny had mixed a powerful sleeping draught and a diuretic with those two 
bottles of formula milk, last night. All I could do was lie there in my rubber prison and let 
those soaking wet nappies tease my penis and testicles with every involuntary movement. As I lay 
there just day-dreaming, I suddenly heard Nanny's footsteps coming down the hall. The door 
opened, and there she stood, not yet out of her night-time attire. "Well, Baby Alfie, how did you 
enjoy your night in the bondage bag?", she asked. I recall thinking that, somehow, future 
bedtimes wouldn't be quite the same. "Just lay there a little longer and I will get you out of 
there for breakfast". Before she left Nanny reached into the cot and found a zipper I hadn't 
noticed before. This allowed her access to the inside of the bondage bag, and she reached right 
into my rubber panties and found my soaking wet nappies. "These will have to wait until after 
breakfast before I change them", she said, "And you know what wet nappies mean, don't you Baby 
Alfie?" I certainly did know, but at that moment I wasn't really bothered because Nanny had felt 
her way right inside my nappies and had found my penis, and she was playing with it, nearly 
causing me to come right there and then. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her, 
even if I had wanted to. My whole body was encased in this rubber bondage bag, stretched out flat 
in the cot. It suddenly dawned on me just how warm I was, hardly surprising as the bag was made 
of thick rubber. Maybe I had lost a few pounds with all the sweating!



Nanny disappeared for about another 45 minutes. She re-appeared, now back in her Nurses' uniform, 
and she was carrying a tray full of baby food and 2 more bottles of milk. She undid the straps 
and zippers on the bondage bag, and allowed me to stretch my muscles after that long night of 
confinement. "Your nappies are pretty full, but that pair of extra thick panties did their job 
well, no leaks yet." Nanny took off my terry sleep-suit and led me over to the adult sized 
high-chair in the corner of the nursery. Once in place she made sure I couldn't get out again 
until she decided it was time. Straps secured my ankles to the foot-rail, and more straps secured 
my wrists to the side of the high-chair. Even more straps across my chest, and around my neck 
made absolutely certain that I would stay put and perfectly still whilst Nanny spoon fed me. 
Nanny secured a bib in place around my neck and breakfast commenced. The first item on the 
breakfast menu was a bowl of mashed up wheat flakes, complete with warm milk and a sprinkling of 
sugar. This was followed by a bottle of orange juice and more flakes, and finished off with 2 
more bottles of formula milk. When I'd had my breakfast Nanny wiped my chin clean and took off to 
the kitchen to wash up all the breakfast dishes. She told me that I could sit there and digest 
all the food, whilst I waited for her to come back and let me out of the high-chair. Whilst she 
was away I had no choice but to pee even more urine into the nappy. I was afraid that it would 
soon leak, but, thank goodness, it held out until Nanny came back to change me. Nanny returned 
from her chores in the kitchen about 30 minutes later. She released me from the high-chair and 
led me over to the changing table. There she removed my nappies and rubber panties and cleaned me 
up with some extra large baby wipes. If nothing else, Nanny Shirley is very considerate and makes 
sure that no harm comes to her babies as a result of activities in her nursery. She checked my 
nappy area completely for any sign of nappy rash, and then turned me over to inspect my backside 
for any sores or cuts, which I hasten to add there weren't. "Over the punishment stool you go, 
Baby Alfie. I'm a little tired this morning so you won't get as many strokes as I normally give 
you." Hearing my sighs of relief, she said "Oh don't you worry my lad, you're not getting off 
that lightly." She was absolutely spot on, I only had to take 12 strokes of her cane, but my god 
she put every ounce of energy that she could muster into every one of them. After my caning I was 
then nappied with two large terry towelling nappies which were covered by a fresh pair of frilly 
rubber panties, this time in pink. Nanny found my favourite blue cotton, bib and brace romper 
suit and put that on along with a nursery print T-shirt. She then pulled out my baby harness and 
bondage mittens. The harness goes over the shoulders, and is fastened with 2 straps behind my 
back. She then put on some bondage mittens which were secured to 2 further harness straps either 
side of my waist. With these tightly strapped I have no chance of unfastening it, and only very 
limited movement. Nanny had exactly what she wanted, complete control over me. A matching bonnet 
and woollen booties completed my outfit. Nanny left me to play in the play-pen while she got on 
with the job of tidying up her flat.




About an hour later she came over and asked me when I had my last bowel movement. I knew what 
this was leading to so, risking another session over her punishment stool, I Mumbled something 
about not being sure. "I think that I ought to give you a thorough clean-out before I send you on 
your way, don't you?" I wasn't about to argue, I know too well what that could lead to. Nanny put 
on her full length, white rubber apron and rubber gloves and spread out a large rubber sheet on 
the cot and made me lie down on it. Then all my clothes, nappies and panties were removed. She 
produced 2 disposable nappies which she placed underneath me, and a pair of very thick rubber 
panties,. "Lie on your side while I insert this tube." I obediently rolled over and allowed her 
to lubricate my hole. A few seconds later I felt the tube being slowly and carefully inserted. 
When it reached a certain point Nanny paused briefly, wriggled the tube about a bit, and then 
forced it all the way up as far as it would go. I felt the warm, soapy glycerine solution making 
it's way slowly into my inner cavities. "This should take about 5 minutes," Nanny told me, 
"There's about a quart of liquid, which should ensure you have a good clear out, shouldn't it, 
Baby Alfie?!" I said nothing but just laid there and allowed Nanny to do the task in hand. Once 
the liquid was all in Nanny inserted a thick rubber butt plug. This ensured that I would retain 
all the soapy liquid solution until Nanny was satisfied and could take it out. The 2 nappies were 
now taped up on me and the thick rubber panties pulled up over them. Nanny re-fastened my bondage 
mittens so that I couldn't play with the panties or nappies. "Just lay there and relax for a 
while, I'll be back soon to allow evacuation." With that Nanny popped a dummy into my mouth 
and pulled the duvet over me. I relaxed for a short while, and I nearly fell asleep, but the 
enema within started to take effect. I felt a few pains in my stomach, where I guess the liquid 
was trying to find it's own way out. I moved around trying to minimise the discomfort, but I 
think that only made it worse. In the end I had no other option but to lay as still as I could 
and wait for Nanny to release me.


I was finally allowed to evacuate after about 45 minutes, and what a blessed relief it was, after 
all that time. Almost as soon as Nanny gently eased out the butt plug, and re-positioned the 
nappies and rubber panties, I let go. The initial gush lasted a full 10 seconds. I just laid back 
and shut my eyes, glad to be rid of the contents now soaking my nappies. I laid there for another 
30 minutes, enough time to allow any liquid still left, to drain out and enough time to recover 
from my ordeal. Another shower, followed to ensure that I was almost ready to go out and face the 
world again. Nanny towelled me dry and lovingly combed my hair. Then she sat down on the settee 
and called me over to join her. "Well, Baby Alfie, it's nearly time for you to go home, isn't 
it?" I hung my head and nodded. Sadly she was right, but I knew that there would be other times. 
As I lay across her lap, covered only by the towel, she breast fed me one final time. I suckled 
and thought about all that we had been through over the last 18 or so hours. Nanny's hands, 
nevitably, strayed down to my penis and teased me until I could resist no longer. We stared into 
each others eyes and smiled. I looked forward to the my next visit, when I would hopefully get 
all this treatment again. What a great lady, and what a fantastic way to end a perfect visit to 
Nanny's nursery. Nanny cleaned me up one final time and put on two nice fresh disposable nappies 
and the pink frilly rubber panties that I had arrived in. As I finished getting dressed, Nanny 
Shirley asked me if I had enjoyed myself. What a daft question! I just gave her a big kiss on 
each cheek. As I left her flat she patted my well padded behind and said "Do come and see me 
again, very soon." Try and stop me Nanny!




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