MOMMY C'S BABY by Ms.C.'s slave violet i awakened with a strange feeling that something was wrong. It was wet and soggy around my crotch. i opened my eyes. i was in a strange bed with railings to keep me inside. i had on a nightgown and what appeared to be diapers and rubber pants. i sniffed and the odor was terrible. my hands were in fingerless mittens and were fastened to my waist by wrist cuffs that snapped onto a belt around my waist. It took only a minute or so to realize where i was, and what i was. i was Baby violet and i belonged to Mommy C. i had come to visit here yesterday and She had put me back in diapers and i could remember Her saying, "Now, My little baby, you'll get lots of chances to use these diapers as they are intended." What i smelled was me! i had wet and pooped in my diaper, just like the baby i was supposed to be. How had She done it to me? The only answer i could come up with was that there had been something in that bottle She gave me before i went to sleep; which i seemed to have done very quickly the previous evening. Probably both a strong sleeping potion and a strong laxative. i struggled to sit up, and found that there was a band across my chest that wouldn't let me move, except to turn over in my sleep. my diapers were cold and wet. They sloshed a bit when i moved around. i lay there for a few minutes thinking about last night. When i had arrived in the mid-afternoon, it was for a weekend intensive of slave training and i was nervous to begin with. There had been the one-hour-plus examination while i stood naked or knelt with my hands behind my back and with my nose touching the floor. Question after question. Then the physical examination of my body generally, with many caustic comments about my shortcomings. Then had come a long series of enemas. "Cleaning you out to make you ready to serve Me," Mistress C had said. The last one was a big one and i was plugged up with a tampax and had to hold it for 30 minutes. Finally, i got to go to the potty...a little potty that She made me sit on. Then came the most embarrassing part as Mistress C wiped my bottom for me, then washed it with a cold rag. i was pretty well fagged out after all those enemas, but it was still a jolt when She led me out on hands and knees and began to put me in diapers, rubber pants, little baby socks and a little baby romper and stuck a pacifier in my mouth. "you are not advanced enough even for training pants," said Mistress C, Who now became Mommy C. "you must spend the weekend in diapers. you are now Girl Baby violet." Then came a long succession of baby rules: i could only talk 'baby talk' unless i was given specific permission to talk as an adult. To obtain that permission, i was to stick my left thumb in my mouth. i MUST not speak until given permission. i could not walk unless an adult held my hand. Otherwise, i must crawl. i was to use diapers totally for my toilet activities until Saturday night, when She would begin my toilet training. However, i would sleep in diapers all three nights. i could not go to the bathroom alone under any circumstances. i must be supervised, including the removing and replacing of my clothing and the wiping of my bottom. When given specific instruction, i could walk when doing my kitchen chores at meals, when cleaning up, or if it was necessary during an instruction period. i would, however, remain in diapers throughout all instruction periods and be subject to regular checks to see if they were wet or soiled. There were a lot more that i only partly remembered. What i did remember was that i had been told that i must act just like a baby, in every respect. What do babies do when they poop in their diapers? After a while, if not right away, i realized that they begin to cry. That was what was expected of me... so humiliating. i resolved to hang on no matter how long until someone came in. i could hear people walking around in the rest of the house. Obviously they were awake. i waited, and waited. No one came. They came directly by the door, but never came in to check on the baby. i was lying there in poopy panties and no one cared. After a while i became so upset that i really did want to cry, and i realized finally that until i cried, no one would come in to see me. So i began. At first, softly. Then as nobody came, i got louder. Finally, i was really bawling like a baby. "I see that my wittle baby violet has waked up," said Mommy C as She came into the room. "Does she have a problem?" i remembered my instructions - talk only baby talk- and replied, "poopy didies, poopy didies." Mommy C seemed to be irate. "Bad baby! Pooped in her diapers. Bad baby. Must be punished. But first, let's clean her up." She helped me out of bed and over to the waist high shelf that She used as a changing table. Very quickly the mess on my bottom was cleaned up, with a bottom wash using a rag that was sopping wet and cold. When it was done, i started to climb back on the table. "No, bad baby," said Mommy C. "Come over here. you must be punished for pooping in your didies." With that, over Her lap i went, and a sound hand spanking soon had me wiggling and groaning with pain. "Stop wiggling," said Mommy C. "My babies take their spankings lying still over My knees. If you must make noise, cry like a baby." Pretty soon i was crying like a baby, and i found that tears were coming down my cheeks in short order. When She stopped spanking, i was sobbing just like a baby who has been crying. "Now get back up on the table on top of the diapers," said Mommy C. She quickly put clean diapers on me after powdering me in the crotch area and then dressed me in a pink top and a pair of little white socks. "I'll dress you for the rest of the day after your breakfast chores are completed," Mommy C then told me. She took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen, where She put a large pink apron on me and said, "While you are doing your breakfast chores you may walk normally, and you may talk when you are asked a question or when it's absolutely necessary." Ms. Andrea, Mommy C's Sister, was in charge of breakfast and very soon i was busy setting the table and doing chores. She carried a riding crop and stung my legs whenever She felt i was slacking up. i stood in the breakfast nook, alert to Their orders while They ate, then did the cleanup chores. i was wondering about my breakfast when i finished cleaning until Mommy C came into the kitchen and said, "Now, Baby violet, you are through with Our breakfast and it's time for yours." A big high-chair was brought out of the closet and I was seated in it and strapped in place with my hands tied behind my back. Mommy C began spooning in the baby-food, a tasteless cereal of some sort that almost gagged me. i had no option but to take it in and swallow it as fast as i could. When that was finished, there was a soft-boiled egg.... very soft. A lot of this was getting smeared on my face, but finally She finished up with pulped fruit of some kind. All of it was totally unseasoned and left my stomach quite unsettled. "Is baby's stomach upset?" asked Mommy C. Then answering Her own question, She said, "We'll give her a bottle of warm milk as soon as we clean up her face and check her diapers." She very carefully scrubbed my face, let me out of the high chair, and led me to the bathroom where i had to lean over the lavatory while She lowered my diapers and washed my bottom, even though i was still perfectly clean. i blushed as She lowered the diapers and i heard Her say, "That's a good baby. you should be ashamed when i do this. Baby training is to teach you to be humiliated properly." She then made me crawl back into the room where i had slept and put me back up on the changing table. Ms. Andrea came in with a bottle and i was told, "Drink it all up, baby. you've got a busy day ahead of you. This is your last rest period until afternoon." i found sucking on the bottle to be hard work, especially since this one was set to flow very slowly. Instead of getting rested, i got tired, particularly around the mouth. It took me a good twenty minutes to empty the bottle, then i did get to lay back and rest for a few minutes. But not very many minutes, for soon Mommy C was back to dress me for the day. She removed my top and put a simple diaper shirt, plain white, somewhat like an undershirt, on me. Then out came baby rompers in my size, pink and white with a large bow at the breast. It buttoned up the back. She put a large pacifier in my mouth and pulled the cord on it over my head. The crowning touch was a pink and white baby bonnet. Then She took me to a mirror and said, "See Baby violet all dressed up and ready for her training." She led me to a room with only a few pieces of furniture, all of which seemed to be mostly designed for discomfort. There was a saw horse with straps here and there, a low couch, and a lot of other things i was not familiar with. But i did recognize the whips, paddles, straps, clamps, chains, cuffs and so forth that were hanging on the wall. Mommy C released my hand and i remembered that i could not stand up alone, so i tottered to the floor. With me at Her feet, Mommy C sat down and told me what was in store for the rest of the day. In the morning there was obedience training, slave behavior and elementary water sports. Then came lunch chores, lunch, and a period of training in maid's duty. After that i was to get a 45-minute nap after my second bottle of the day. After the nap would come a period of disciplinary training, followed by a lecture and seminar on proper attitudes for a slave. Then dinner chores, baby's dinner, another bottle, and a lesson period on personal service, oral and otherwise. Then it would be time for confession and punishment, followed by more chores in helping my Mommy and Her Sister get ready for beddy-bye. "How does My baby feel about the day so far?" "Baby violet is fwaid of being baby. she not used to this. she just ikcle dirl, not big girl. Needs help from Mommy C to be good girl." "But baby will try to be a good baby, won't she?" "Yes, Mommy, she twy." With a nod of Her head, Mommy C picked up Her riding crop and a small whip and said, "Now to work, violet. you may stand up and talk grown-up when it is necessary. I'm going to put you through some obedience drills." For the next hour, She taught me to assume a new position instantly with every command or gesture She made. my baby bonnet was taken off and a leash was snapped onto the dog collar i had worn since entering the apartment. She then began training me to be Her dog, leading me around the room and having me 'heel' and 'play dead' and 'roll over' until i was worn out. After a brief rest, Ms. Andrea had me sit at Her feet while She talked about slave behavior and attitudes. i had to respond to Her in baby talk as much as i could. Then Mommy C came back and asked if i was thirsty. "Yeth, Mommy," i replied. With that She led me into the bathroom and urinated into a jar with a funnel mouth. Pouring the golden liquid into a glass, She said, "Drink up, violet. This will be your water sports for today. We're running short of time." With some difficulty and a bit of gagging, i downed all of it. "That's my good baby. Now let's get you into the kitchen for your lunch chores." Lunch went about the same as breakfast, with the same feeding afterwards, but then came a brand new period of maid training, during which i cleaned most of the apartment. For this, i wore a baby dress, plain with a white collar and a white pinafore apron. Periodically, there were checks of my bottom accompanied by bottom wipes by one or the other of the two Women, done as humiliatingly as possible. When i was clean they would say, "Good baby, if violet keeps it up tomorrow, she can begin toilet training." But that period ended and it was time for confession. As i knelt down, hands behind my back, nose touching the floor, i spilled out, in baby-talk, real and imagined misdeeds. i thought i had done quite well, but Mommy C said: "you have a lot to learn about confessing. After your punishment, you will be given a special session on how to confess. your punishment will be quite severe. For your sins, you will now be given forty strokes with the paddle after an over-the-lap warm-up. For your poor confession, fifty strokes with the strap plus one hour of corner time, thirty minutes after each series of blows." It was miserable. my ass was aching after the first batch. Then came kneeling in the corner for thirty minutes. When the last fifty began, i was crying like a baby, sobbing loudly with the pain. i continued to sob for much of the next half-hour on my knees in the corner again. When it was all over, however, Baby violet's spirits rose dramatically as she was hugged by Mommy C and cuddled and allowed to nurse Mommy's ample breasts as she was told: "you've been a good girl today. Tomorrow we start your toilet training. you will get to use the potty like a big girl and toddle around. you won't have to crawl. Good girl. My sweet baby."