Five years on I now exist as ‘Nanny’s little baby’, and whilst I am forced to submit to a number of strict rules and regulations which govern my lifestyle, I thoroughly enjoy it.  Nanny, on the other hand, enjoys a lifestyle which allows her to explore her lovingly dominant and motherly character freely.

I had to learn many things and one of the most difficult aspects of my new lifestyle was understanding that many ‘privileges’ I had taken for granted in the past were now either denied me, or rationed severely.

For instance I can no longer simply go into the kitchen and grab a sandwich when I feel like it. If I want to go into the kitchen I have to ask permission from Nanny. If I want something to nibble on, I have to ask Nanny first. If permission is granted, I am usually only allowed to go to the ‘Baby Cupboard’ and given the choice of a jar of baby food or a rusk, or some other baby biscuit.

Television is something which is equally ‘controlled’ by Nanny. Whereas in the past I would simply sit down and watch what I wanted, I now have to ask permission from Nanny. Certain adult programmes are forbidden to me now and because of my early bedtimes many of my favourite programmes are on after I have been locked in the nursery.

There are times when Nanny enjoys teasing me by allowing me to stay up only to put me ‘in the corner’ while she enjoys watching an adult programme which I can only hear but not see!
 
At weekends while Nanny relaxes reading the papers, either in bed or lying on the sofa, I have a number of chores and duties which must be completed. Most of Nanny’s clothes are taken to the dry cleaners’ during the week but all her undies have to be hand-washed by me and then ironed perfectly. Nanny knows full well the effect this chore has on me. Handling her intimate items of clothing every weekend is something I look forward to, and following this duty Nanny is usually assured of my best efforts in pleasing her!

As far as going out of the house without permission this is something I am not permitted to do. As I am kept constantly dressed in my baby outfits at weekends, and kept busy with my chores and duties, the only time I venture out is when I have to go into the garden to hang items on the washing line, or attend to some gardening chores when instructed, or to put the garbage out.

During the summer months I am sometimes allowed out on the patio to serve Nanny and her friends with drinks or food, and this provides her guests with a number of opportunities to tease and torment me for their own enjoyment.
 

As regards discipline and punishments Nanny is very strict. Of course I am given a baby spanking with a hairbrush or made to stand in the corner with nappies on view and sucking my thumb, or sent to the nursery early, but there are also ‘special trips’ which Nanny arranges and these involve me being secured in the back of the car, in my baby wear, for a number of ‘games’ she particularly enjoys.

Sometimes Nanny places me in the car having me sit on my hands and sucking my dummy. Nanny then drives to the shopping mall where I am left alone in the car in a corner of the car park while Nanny either goes shopping, or has lunch with one of her friends. Nanny never tells me how long she will be away, but just before she leaves me there she always makes a point of pulling the hem of my dress up so that my huge frilly panties are clearly visible.

On more than one occasion while sitting there I have been the subject of some curious ladies’ stares, who, after parking their cars, have peered through the window and laughed at the ‘baby’ sitting there! Unknown to me in the beginning Nanny sits at a second floor window in the restaurant which overlooks the car park and she can watch those ladies that become curious about the sight in the back of the car. Nanny let this slip once and whenever we go to the mall she parks in the same spot, which allows her to watch the car and any admirers.
 
Three years ago Nanny had me decorate the spare room, turning it into what is now called the pink nursery. This is where I spend my nights secured in a custom made ‘cot’ while Nanny enjoys the company of her grown-up friends in the evenings.

About the same time as I was painting the pink nursery Nanny gradually removed all my ‘grown up’ underwear replacing it with a number  of disposable diapers , terry towelling nappies and a range of pink  PVC and plastic ‘baby’  panties until all my grown-up underwear was gone and only my diapers and frilly plastic pants remained.

Since that time I have not owned or worn any grown-up undies, and instead I am now forced to wear my ‘diapers’ at all times. In fact the only time I’m out of my diapers is when Nanny removes them  to either  change me or to put me on my potty.

Gradually Nanny has removed any ‘male’ trappings’ from me replacing them instead with items which create a more ‘juvenile’ and feminine appearance. My T-shirts and shorts have also been confiscated from me and these have been replaced by a wardrobe full of very short baby dresses and frilly baby tops.

Nanny has made me grow my hair long, so that I am able to wear hair ribbons and slides and the nursery contains a dressing table which has a selection of toiletries on it such as brushes, nail polish and baby powder.
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My adult work clothes are kept locked away in a wardrobe, and this is only ever unlocked when I have to attend work. Even though I am only allowed to wear my male adult clothing for work I still have to wear my diapers and pink PVC panties under them, constantly reminding me that I am Nanny’s little baby. The rustling noise made by my baby pants is also a constant reminder to me, and at work I have to be very careful to avoid too much movement in order to prevent my colleagues hearing my panties.

On my return home from work I am only allowed a few minutes to change back into my regulation dresses before folding my clothes neatly and  handing them  over to Nanny so that they can be locked away in the wardrobe.

Once I have changed into my ‘regulation’ baby wear Nanny usually has a list of household chores which I am given everyday, and which I have to complete and have inspected before my  bedtime. Unless Nanny has something planned which requires me to be on hand, I am usually put to bed by 8.00pm and the nursery is locked preventing me from ‘interrupting’ her and possibly any visitors during the evening.

Although Nanny has three toilets at home I am forbidden to use them as I am under a very strict regime of diaper discipline. Nevertheless, part of my ‘household duties’ requires me to keep them spotless for Nanny at all times, so each day I have to carry out my ‘toilet chores’ scrubbing, polishing and cleaning these adult facilities yet strictly forbidden to use them myself.

About the same time as I was preparing the pink nursery Nanny decided to ‘rechristen’ me by giving me the name of Penny, and since that time I have had to get used to being called by my new name. Sometimes Nanny uses a ‘pet’ name for me which is ‘PP’ (Pretty Penny) much to the amusement of some of her closest friends.
 
Although I am sometimes allowed to eat with Nanny at weekends, sitting at the kitchen table, I am not allowed to use grown-up cutlery or crockery. I have my own plastic plates, mugs and bowls each with Winnie the Pooh on them. My food is usually cut up for me or sometimes, if Nanny has the time, it is all put into the liquidiser and poured into my bowl. As far as drinks are concerned Nanny will often put some juice in my plastic mug or a rubber teated baby bottle for me.

In the beginning my new lifestyle was kept strictly between us but as the months went on I was sometimes placed in humiliating situations which led to my ‘babyhood’ being discovered by other adults.

The first time I was ‘paraded in public’ was when Nanny put me in the corner of the lounge as a punishment for being disobedient…I had been caught by Nanny rummaging in her laundry hamper in her bathroom, looking at and touching her pretty grown-up undies.

For this act of disobedience I was to suffer my first ‘public punishment.’ I was dressed in a thick diaper which was covered by a large pair of pink frilly baby pants, which were clearly exposed beneath a very short pink frock. My legs were bare and shaved, and on my ankles I had a pair of frilly little white socks, and I was wearing a pair of black patent Mary Jane shoes. My hair at this time wasn’t long enough to accommodate hair ribbons, so Nanny tied a bow on top of my head. I then had to stand in the corner with a pair of nanny’s panties pulled over my head (‘Since you are so interested in them, my little lamb’, she cooed as she kissed me on the cheek).

Nanny’s visitor was very interested and amused by my embarrassing punishment, and she asked a number of questions about my training which were clearly designed to cause me the utmost shame and then as if nothing had happened they changed the subject and chatted on about various ‘feminine’ matters which concerned them. Finally they left the room but the visitor commented to me that she looked forward to seeing ‘much more’ of ‘baby’ in the future. They both left the room laughing about my appearance.

Little did I know at that point that the visitor was to become an auntie who would spend time regularly ‘babysitting’ me for Nanny whenever she had to go out in the evening.  What I later found out was that she had been contacted by Nanny through an Agency ad which specialised in babysitting services and she lived only a few streets away! She was to babysit me on many occasions, and always teased me and treated me as a docile little baby girl, and read me baby stories while I lay in bed in the nursery, before kissing me on the forehead and leaving, closing the door behind her.

I remember when Nanny and I went away for a long weekend break in France. We stayed at a lovely chateau just an hour’s drive from Calais, and spent a number of days collecting wines. On the second morning we got up and went down to breakfast as usual, but after breakfast instead of going out on the road Nanny insisted that we go back to our room ‘to play!’ Naturally I was excited but when we got to the room Nanny told me to take off my shorts and my shirt and put my baby wear back on. Once again I found myself in the corner with my plastic baby pants and thick diapers on display. Nanny made herself a coffee and lay on the bed reading the paper. It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door and Nanny let in the chambermaid.

I had to stay as I was, and Nanny explained that I had been naughty. The French think that anyone at all who speaks English must love petticoat and dummy discipline, and so the maid just giggled, and I blushed furiously.

Although she was only in there for five or ten minutes it felt like hours to me. When she had gone, Nanny told me ‘what a good girl I had been’ and I was given a ‘treat’ by Nanny as a reward. This consisted of a long session of breast feeding, which I love more than anything else. I am not allowed to love Nanny in the normal way, but breast feeding is just paradise for a submissive baby like me

During the summer months, when the light evenings make it difficult to sleep so early in the evening, Nanny often has her girlfriends round for BBQ’s in the garden and during these evenings I often have visitors to the Nursery as her friends enjoy seeing Baby in his cot. Needless to say they also enjoy teasing me quite cruelly at times about my inability to be a grown-up lover for Nanny. The nursery window overlooks the garden and the patio and I often lie there in my cot listening to all the grown-up ladies enjoying themselves.
 
I am now Nanny’s baby and exist under her care and control, and have come to accept the fact that I will never again enjoy the privileges of puberty, or any of the pleasures of adulthood. However being Nanny’s little baby has its compensations as you can see.

Penny