The trip with Auntie. Automatically translated from Swedish and then edited by Carg. Original title: Resan med faster, by daj-Per, found at https://www.abdlscandinavia.com/s.php?a=v&id=2514 Part 1 It is summer vacation, and I am to go on the trip with my aunt to the west coast in Bohuslän. Mother has packed my clothes, but discovered that my rain clothes are too small and I need new ones. I take the opportunity to say that ordinary rain pants have the tendency to sag and then my mother said that maybe I needed overalls. I confirm maybe those would be most suitable. She will check if they are available, and seems surprised that I go along with it. I tell her that my friend had a pair he had when he went snowboarding in the winter. Then she said that they are practical, but will check on-line if they are available in my size, since she has mostly seen them for younger children. Perhaps aunt Eva can bring them to school where she will collect me for the trip, since my parents won't be home at that time. It is Friday afternoon and I am standing with two friends - Pernilla, who lives next door to me, and Jonas - sheltering under an overhang. Then I see Aunt come walking across the schoolyard and I see that she has a pair of rain pants under her arm and a pair of rubber boots in her hand. I get all stiff and wonder what kind of pants they are. "Hey, Pelle, my dear boy!" she cries. I look at my friends and say this is my aunt and whisper quickly that she still likes to see me as a 5 year old. Jonas says its the same with his aunt and Pernilla thinks I should be glad about that and to play along, giggle, giggle. I was just wondering what Pernilla meant deep down. Auntie greets my friends and says it is really raining today, with the risk to become muddy. She points to Jonas and Pernilla who she thinks are a bit poorly dressed for the weather. "But at least I have some vinyl pants and boots foryou, Pelle"! She holds them up for Jonas and Pernilla to see and ask them if these would be suitable. The pants are bright yellow with braces that have clasps on the shoulders, and a pair of blue boots. It will be the Swedish colors, says aunt. Jonas nods and Pernilla says "it looks outstanding". "My mother would like to see me wear something similar in weather like this." I can hardly believe my ears with all I hear. I'm surprised that I have not sank into the ground by now. But then says aunt, now, Pelle, jump into the PVC suit so we can get underway. She undoes the buttons on the suspenders and the sides and holds them up so that I can step into them. I do not know what to think, but I step into them and aunt draws the PVC up, snaps the suspenders and puts up the hood of my jacket. I stand there in complete humiliation, but decide to play along anyway, like Pernilla suggested. Pernilla steps in front of me, checks my outfit and says I look really cute in them. "Aren't they beautiful?" "Yy ... esss" I reply, but they are a little too bright yellow, I say as I look down my pants and take in the material. Pernilla comes forward and feels it. Jonas said kindly - "they look sturdy like, my mom used to say." Aunt says we could get another one in a different color too, you should probably have two pairs. My friends come with my aunt and me to my home where she parked her car. It feels incredibly exciting to go there with my friends while in boots and rubber pants where they have just normal clothes on. When we come home, Pernilla's mother is in her garden and greets my aunt. She nods to me and says, "You are sharply dressed Pelle!". "Hmmm" I say, and aunt fills in that it is her who is behind the purchase. I say goodbye to my friends, and get the impression that my aunt and Pernilla's mom are talking to each other about me before she tells me to jump in the car. I start to undo my rubber pants and begin to pull them down when Aunt cries sharply, so it can be heard all over the street, "Pelle! Put your pants back on, bums, we're going to farmers market now, but after that, you can take them off." She smiles at Pernilla's mom and tells her she thinks we might need to pick up a rod from the nursery too. "Yes! They would probably be needed," she says, looking a little sternly at me. Chapter 2 - On the way to my aunt's female friend. Before we get to the coast we enter the farmers market to buy flowers for my aunt's friend. While she is talking with the clerk, I check a watering device. I finger a bit on the tap and immediately a sprinkler starts at my feet. It sprays water all over me and I try to stop it, but can not. I must throw myself on the diffuser to stop it. When I get it ro stop, I see that I have thrown myself into the soil and crushed several plants under me. Aunt and the clerk from the shop see me come up crawling out of the plants, all muddy and wet. "What ever is the matter, Pelle! What have you done? Look how muddy you've become, you're quite a dirty boy. I'm glad I put you in those rubber overalls as soon as I arrived!" Now she sees how the clerk discovers that I smashed several plants too. The clerk said that if I were her boy I would get a sound thrashing, but you are probably the kind of mother who is against such a thing. Aunt seems to take the commentary calmly and says, "No, you seem to underestimate me, and this boy has already managed to accumulate an infraction today. The clerk jerks her mouth crooked and then says: "Do you want to take it here and now, that's fine. We can go into the warehouse where I have ample rods?" I stand there and do not understand what is happening, when aunt asked me what Mom usually does. "-uh, do what?," I say to gain time. I feel myself drawn to it and want to play it out. The thoughts whirl in my head. I've dreamed of this, now I just have to make it believable. Aunt says; "Does Mom spank you directly or do you take it later when you get home?" I think that it's better here than at the home of aunt's friend, and so my aunt decides that I get this punishment here now, and for the rest we'll see later. I'm just weak at the knees and nervous for what is going to happen to me. The clerk takes us briskly into the warehouse and tells my aunt that she has a practiced hand and asks if she'll take care of it. Aunt thanks her and says she only takes care of me for a while and that she could use some tips. The clerk nods and calls out for a girl named Elin. Elin is a trainee of around 16-17 years who is watering the plants. She is a cute girl with blond hair in a ponytail. She has a plastic apron and a pair of red rubber boots. She comes to us and I think, no, no, what embarrassing. I get hot and sweat on the forehead. The clerk explains that Elin is her grandchild and asks her to retrieve the "whacker". Elin nods and looks at me with a sympathetic smile before she boots off. The clerk takes my arm and leads me to a bench. Now take down your pants and let's get this done the right way. I look at Aunt watching with interest and feel jittery. I unbutton my pants and pull them down to my feet. I stand in just my underwear when she says I should lie over her legs while she leans on a chair. I put myself over her legs and her cold plastic apron; my arms I put on the table. Elin comes back and gives her a rubber paddle or whatever it is and asks if she can watch. "That's fine, but you may as well help me to keep his hands in place so he does not interfere with my punishment". She nods and takes my wrists, I see that she feels grown-up to be allowed to help. Elin's soft hands enclose my wrists. I feel a total humiliation. The clerk pulls down my underpants and starts spanking quickly -spank, spank, spank, spank and so she takes a break. She rubs the paddle over my buttocks and between the legs. My blood rushes, but I feel prepared to submit completely. Then she says that there will be some more for the mess I made - spank, spank, spank, spank. She pulls up my underwear and I'm standing with my pants pulled down, my the aunt says, "say thank you, Pelle!". I stretch out my hand to the clerk and thank her. "Oh, and you need to thank the girl, too." She has a smile on her face when I thank her while trying to do my pants up. My aunt asks to see the paddle she holds in her hand. - "That looks good, do you sell these here?". "No, unfortunately, but an acquaintance of mine does. She has little shop on his market." Aunt receives a business card with the address. She feels the paddle, starts waving it a little and wonders aloud about how it would feel. "It is made of a rubber material and very easy to carry out, but they have many other paraphernalia also," said the clerk. "How hard should you hit?" my aunt wonders. If you want I can show you! "Ooh, yes please. The clerk asks aunt to lean over her lap. She bends over and clenches her bottom under her skirt. You must pull up your skirt!" "I should take it on my bare bottom? asks aunt with a little tremor in her voice." "Yes, otherwise you will not know how it feels, and I think probably you also need a spanking, for your laxity!" replies the clerk. " Aunt squirms a bit, but does not have time to say anything before the clerk has pulled down her panties and smacked her twice with pretty good impact. She then strokes the paddle over the buttocks to the back and back again. I hear Aunt moaning slightly, but trying to keep herself together. Then two more blows, but a little harder, -Spank, Spank. Aunt buttocks are quivering and turn red. I notice that Aunt actually has a pretty neat bum. Aunty pulls up her panties, folds down her skirt and rubs her bottom. We pay and go out to the car. I get to take the overalls off now and aunt wipes the worst dirt off. I wonder how this journey will end. Chapter 3 Aunt's friend lives in a place by the sea but nearby are also quarries with dangerous precipices. She is called Tilde and has a son named Mats, who is 7 years old and has some kind of disorder and runs off too easily. He has problems with his tongue muscle which has not developed properly and he has been close to swallowing it and choke, so he has a kind of bridle, which keeps his tongue in its place. The bridle is fastened with a strap that runs from his mouth around the head, and a headband that runs from ear to ear. He also needs to wear a harness when they go out, so that he will not run away towards the quarries. Tilda holds the leash that is connected to the harness. He also finds it difficult to hold his pee, so he uses a diaper at night, but sometimes he needs to wear one during the day if they are off in the car or they can not easily reach a toilet. He has had trouble keeping his penis in his pants and there had been pee in pants and shoes and hands, as his mother said. We arrive and will spend a week there before moving on. We stop the car outside their house. Aunt's friend meets us and helps with our bags. She has put up coffee at the kitchen table. The table is covered with oilcloth and 4 upholstered chairs + 2 that resemble Tripp Trapp chairs, but they seem to have some extra buckles, like a high chair. "I think we have coffee first and then we can take a walk. I do not know how Pelle usually sits, but was afraid he might soil the regular chairs so I took out a similar chair to Mats'. Is it okay Pelle, to sit in such "? - asks Tilde and looks at me. I look surprised at the chair and get out a "Mmmm." Auntie points out quickly that it's probably for the best and mentions what a mess I made at the farmers market. "Wow"! exclaims Tilde with her hand over her mouth, looks at me and says in a gruff voice - "but now you are at my house, Pelle, and it's my rules that apply, is that clear?" She looks at me with piercing eyes and a resolute mouth. Tilde pulls out the chair and I need to sit down. I tremble slightly with my hands from the tension and see how Tilde secures Mats with a band that is hooked around the hips, and via the sides connects behind the chair. I see Tilde takes an apron or a bib? No, it is one of those smocks that the arms go through and with Velcro on the back. She tries to put it on Mats but he resists a little. But Tilde says we will eat blueberries and those stains cannot be removed from the clothes, so he puts his arms through the holes. Tilde closes the smock in the back and ensures that it covers him properly. The apron is of oil cloth / vinyl material is shiny, light blue and has a boat in front. Auntie looks at me and asks "Blueberries, how will you handle those, Pelle dear" and smiles primly. "Does Pelle need one too?" asks Tilde and opens the door to the pantry. "Yes, if you have something, then I think it would be best, don't you think, Pelle? I nod back and watch what Tilde will get me. "You get on with a heart on, will that be OK? It is pink and has even a couple of pockets on the side. "It's a little bigger and will fit you properly. I wear it myself when I bake." I stare at it. Aunt smiles and says that I will look really cute in it. She will have to take a picture of me in it. Tilde puts the smock on me and without question buckles me in the chair. Aunt takes out the camera and takes pictures of me and Mats. I stroke over my chest and smooth out the material down to my legs. Tilde pushes me toward the table. Now I tremble even more with my hands. I see that Mats is watching me. Only now I realize what happened. I take the glass, but spill some. The juice flows over the edge and into my lap. Oh well! There was the first! says Aunt. Tilde says it's probably a good idea to wipe it off, since there probably will be more. I take the ice cream with blueberries and when they do not watch me I miss my mouth and get ice cream around my mouth and down my chin which then falls onto the apron. I take a spoon, while aunt and Tilda talk further, and again I miss my mouth and half lands on the apron. The ice cream melts and flows down into small winding rivers. I try to stop them with the spoon, but it just smears out more. When we have finished, Mats asks if I want to see his room before we go on a walk. Aunt and Tilde get up and see how messy I am. Aunt says, "it was lucky that you had a smock on, Pelle. I mention that I had one at home but it has gotten too small. "Then we'll get find another one for you, before the end of the trip," says Aunt. Tilde mentions there is a shop in the village that makes these. She takes off my apron and releases the belt. Now, you go straight to the kitchen, wash your mouth and then wait in the hall. We are going out and Mom Tilde tells us that we will go on trails along the mountains away from the fishing village. Mats is so unruly that he has to have a harness and his bridle. Aunt said I too am a boy with energy to spare and worries that I will not go sedately but jump on rocks and climb the mountain, as I usually do. Tilde says Mats has an additional harness that might fit me, but it comes also with a bridle for the tongue even though I had no problems in that area. It startles me and I feel a rush through my entire body - they would put in a harness with bridle and walk me like that during the hike? I get excited by it and I look forward to it with trepidation. I need to pee urgently and think that now I'll take the opportunity to drop a little pee so it shows a little on the pants, but I find it hard to stop it. So more is coming out than I intend. Just then Tilde says that Mats must visit the toilet before we go. "It is best that you also go," adds auntie, and pushes me on the behind for me to go into the toilet. I say: "I'm not bursting". But then Tilde looks at my pants, and she walks up taking her hand between my legs. But Pelle, I think you had a little accident here. Mats wears a diaper at night, but I think that you may need one immediately. Oh, this is absolutely wonderful. It feels like I'm in a dream. Come here! Take your pants off and stand at the bench, says Tilde. I unbutton my pants and struggle not to have a bad hard-on when I pull them down. Aunt comes and says that she can do it, but Tilde says she does it with "experienced hand". "Take off your underwear!" says Tilde. I let my underpants slip down by the legs. She pushes against my upper body and asks me at the same time to bend over the table. With a practiced hand, she has gets a washcloth, wets it and puts on a little soap. She washes me between the legs and takes a towel and dries. Everything goes so fast, but I enjoy every millisecond. Tilde takes up training pants in white plastic. "They might be a bit small, they're Mats, but I have no other." She holds up the diaper and asks me to step in it. She pulls it up and feels with her hand over the pants, around the edges, and puts her fingers in between the legs of the pants to pull out the edges firmly. I feel her fingers glide past my balls and almost touches my penis. I am struggling to slow my ecstasy. Aunt laughs at me and says that I'm getting to be cuter and cuter. Suddenly I hear a "click". Aunt has used the camera again. I suddenly feel like running - will my mother really learn about this now? It strikes me that it won't be just mum - crap now I've really gone too far. Tilde says I should have had training pants with me. Didn't your mother pack those? No, I say, looking ashamed at my aunt. No, but for the foreseeable future they will be used, says aunt. "Yes we can also take the opportunity to buy them the promenade, at our village pharmacy or with the nurse," says Tilde. My pants she throws in the laundry and asked me if I have some other pants. But before I can answer aunt interrupts that I shall be wearing those vinyl overalls, and it is hot enough out there that I don't need anything underneath. Then it becomes easy for us to try training pants too. Aunt shows Tilde the rubber pants and says that they should be the only pants I need. Tilde giggles and says they should come in shorts as well. Tilde goes to fetch the two harnesses and puts them on the bench in the hall. My aunt puts my overalls and boots next to the bench. Put on your pants now Pelle. I take the pants, unbuttoning the suspenders and sides. I recognize the well-known vinyl smell and the softness inside. The braces fall down and I put in one leg. The foot comes out of the pant leg, and I feel the cord under the foot. I step in the second leg, foot out, and then pull the pants up to my stomach. I'm trying to get hold of the strap behind my back, but feel that Aunt grabs the suspenders, pulls them over my shoulders and clasps them. She stands behind me and pulls down my shirt properly into my pants. She grabs the training pants, pulls them up a little, takes out her hands and buttons the sides. "Those are so neat and useful! says Tilde to my aunt, "we will search for them down at the village for Mats, and perhaps even a few for myself." Tilde admires my vinyl pants and pats my butt. Aunt says that she ordered them on-line and that Pelle also needs a few more, and a mother of Pelle's friend is interested in a pair of pink ones for her daughter. What's that I hear? Is it Pernilla's mother she talking about? I say I want a pair in blue. "We'll see," says aunt. Tilde gives my aunt one of the harnesses and shows on Mats how to strap it on. When aunt puts the harness on me, she says that a firm hand is good for me and that I need to be educated. She laughs and says that she will certainly do that this week. On Tildes instructions my aunt puts the harness on my body, but she needs help with the bridle part. Tilde replaces the heavy tongue depressor with a rubber stick. Aunt wonders if it is necessary, but Tilde says they cannot use the harness properly without it. "Open wide!" she said and pushes the bit into my mouth and straps it behind my head. "Many children here get to be harnessed when they are small; have you not seen those at home?" Aunt says she has not seen them, but perhaps they do exist. Tilde says they can be bought in a shop in the village so we can take the road. Aunt looks at me and asks if I know someone at school who has one. I have a little trouble to talk with the bridle in my mouth, but I lie that I think a friend of mine has one. Aunt wonders if it is awkward, and how it feels? I say it feels strange, but pretty good nonetheless. "Then maybe we should look for a harness with bridle for you too?" I nod gratefully and a little drool comes down from my mouth and runs down the vinyl pants. I just enjoy standing there in the hallway with the bridle in my mouth, while Tilde adjusts the body harness and adds a strap between the legs. She pulls it tight and I feel it press the diaper closer to my behind. I see Mats does not have vinyl pants, but has the harness directly over his training pants. Tilde instructs my aunt to keep me close and if I'm really rowdy or drag, how to use the bridle. They connect our harness leashes to a hook close to the stairs outside, while aunt and Tilde get dressed. Part 4 - more humiliation, cleverly stacked on Auntie and Tilde come out of the house. Aunt in her red raincoat with white lining up the arms and a pair of high red rubber boots. Tilde wears a sweater, with a pair of pink boots with white cuffs and a knotted bow. She wears a rucksack on her back with her yellow raincoat sticking out. We start to go down after their lawn and I see a small path that goes to a bridge down by a creek. Down by the water, I see something splashing in the water, and instinctively I feel like running there to check. When I run away, I feel a jerk in the mouth and between the legs of the harness. Aunt loses time and I think that if she does not have a better grip, it is her own fault. I hear her calling after me, but I'm already at the brook. It is quite a muddy creek at the edge after the cows have gone there. I get stuck with my boots, lose my balance and fall forward. I land in the mud with my knees and hands sinking into the muck. The mud splashes onto my pants and shirt. I look at me and wonder what I have become in the last 2 days. I hear the others coming. I feel a certain pressure on the harness and bridle. It is Tilde who has taken hold of it. Aunt says sharply to me that I am a disobedient kid and need to be educated. Tilde says that it's best if we detach the bridle when we come down to the village. Tilde grabs the harness and tightens it some more. I feel it tightening in my mouth and between my legs. "I think you will need some practice with the harness, you should hold him a little stronger, or if you feel that he pulls off, just give a quick pull and he will abide." Aunt felt a little guilty for not having a better grip. "You hear that, Pelle! I get to train your mother when we get home, you understand? "I nod meekly back to my aunt and think that I'm about to entrap me into more and more embarrassment. Auntie looks happy and is smiling. Tilde says we can hose me down when we get to the pier at the harbor. I wipe my hands on the vinyl and move. I notice how Aunt practices to put some pressure on the harness and I feel that I am controlled. We go on a trail down the mountain. It is an open forest with ferns and small water furrows seeping out. Aunt and Tilde stop and admire the nature. We sit there and take a little juice. Me and Mats are free to explore the water furrows. "Pelle is already so sticky, but Mats would need a couple of vinyl overalls too." There are mushrooms growing in the water between the stones and aunt and Tilde step down into the water with their boots. "You become a little child yourself again when going like this into the creek," says aunt to Tilde. "Yes, if we were more appropriately dressed it would be fun to play a little now and then" says Tilde giggling. "I would probably need a few vinyl overalls for myself." "Maybe we should check if they are available in adult sizes, I think I saw them when I ordered for Pelle" says aunt with a mischievous grin. "We'll check at the village, you're right, it is a good thing to do when we get back. I could use some help with some work at the dam now that you are here. "How wonderful it is when you hear the water gurgle like this when going into the water", says aunt. "Yes, but I feel the need to pee when hear it", says Tilde. "Humm." says Aunt and looking towards Tilde, then you probably need to have something between your legs, I think, giggle. Tilde laughs and says she might fit the same size as Pelle needs, giggle. Aunt says that is a good idea, it might be something for her too. "Yes, but we first have to get some for Pelle". It is as if they start to excite each other with their talking. I also start to feel the urge again. I wander a little apart and try to relax without being noticed. There comes a little dash. I drift off some more, and then release more. It runs and I try to slow it down a bit for it not to overflow. I feel it might stretch the capacity of the diaper and flow down my legs, but while I think about it, another wave of pee comes. The diaper swells up and feels wet. I stand widespread, but Aunt notices nothing. When we come down to the village, we go down to the jetties at the boats. There are few people on the edge who look up as we approach. A sailing family sits and eats ice cream at a bench. Next to them hangs the water hose. Tilde knew that it hangs there and goes forward to take it. She greets the family with two girls who are my age and a little younger. They look at me and Mats. Tilde say they need the hose to flush the filthy pig. They giggle and the mother says it is good that he is so well-dressed for the day. I'm standing there in my muddy vinyl pants with harness and bridle and feel watched and humiliated. I had almost forgotten I have a harness on me, when one girl asks her mother why I am on a harness with a bridle in my mouth. The mother asks Tilde about the bridle. Tilde says her son who needs one for his tongue, but it turned out that it is really good for Pelle also, and explains what happened on the road. The mother walks up to me and examines it and asks if they sell those here. The girls look at their mother in surprise and exclaim "don't buy one for us" !! "Yes, it would be something as punishment for what you did yesterday. "No, but maaaaa" Tilde is fast to step in and says they were just on their way to the store. "Can we go with you, there"? "Yes, that would be wonderful." Her girls do not think it's true what they heard and refuse to follow. The mother says that it only confirms the need for such things. "Look at the boy, so docile now." The girls just stand there and gape. Tilde wants to encourage the girls, so she offers them to flush me with the hose. That they love to do and look at me grinning. They take the hose but both want the nozzle. The mother tells them not to flush more than the overalls. I'm standing there on the jetty in total humiliation, but I feel I still can not go anywhere, and the girls mother firmly holds the harness. The girls are arguing over who should spray water and accidentally wet my shirt so that I get water inside the pants. "Oops! That was not the intention," said the girls. Aunt says that we should change the shirt and turns to her mother and says he ought to have been wearing a vinyl jacket. "I didn't believe that it would be necessary if it did not rain." The mother nodded in agreement and said that it is so easy to be able to hose them down. She had given her girls goretex jumpsuits, before the vinyl for on the boat. "Are those boat pants? ask the mother. "No, I ordered them on-line. But I think they have these in the store, too, "says Aunt. "They are so good to pull over a jacket in winter too." "Yes, you're right, but my girls stopped wearing them after kindergarten time." "Yes, the same with Pelle, but now he has a caring aunt who bought a few and Pelle really needs them. "I'm also looking for a few similar overalls for a mother who is a neighbor to Pelle and has a daughter in Pelle's class. She's probably the same length as your big daughter, do you think she can be a model and try them on for me"? "Yes. She should be able to help you with that". Aunt gives a yank on the harness and pulls me towards her to see if I was clean. "Now, are you nice and clean again?". "Did water run down into the pants when the girls washed you up"? "Yes, I'm a little wet in my pants," I reply with some speech problems through the bridle and consider that it refers to more than just water. "We'll see how wet you are soon," says Aunt and pats me on the butt. A while later we enter a store. The sign says "Miss Stricts shop". Chapter 5. When we enter the store we go at once to the clothing department. We encounter a clerk in her fifties with a pair of glasses on her head and a tape measure around her neck. She actually looks stern, in a tight leather skirt and white blouse. With determined steps she meets up with us and introduces herself as Monika. Tilde, who knows her well, jokes and says that this is "Miss Strict" and she doesn't dispute it - but she smiles slyly. Monika Strict looks at her and then at us and says it is nothing to joke about, and that Tilde has been lying across her lap many times. She looks back towards Tilde, who says "oops" and pinches her mouth. Then Tilde presents aunt and me and the other family. The clerk looks at me and says - "and this is a well-dressed boy, I see, but not so much the other young people I see." She looks at Tilde, and the other mother over her spectacles, "but so it is with today's parents." The mother of the two girls steps forward and says apologetically that she had not found good clothes in the usual stores. Aunt says I had become wet and need to get off my pants. She starts to take off my harness. It falls to the floor. The clerk says she can take my pants, turn them inside out and hang them on a clothesline to dry for now. I realize that I have a loaded diaper on and ask where the bathroom is. Then auntie understands what I mean and stuffs her hands into the sides of my vinyl pants and feeling with her hands over the diaper she exclaims - "oh oh, it's probably more than that." I stand there feeling her hands on my diaper and fear that my aunt will shout out the problem. But fortunately she turns to the clerk and says in a low voice: "There's been an accident here, I think it's time for a diaper change". Aunt says she thought Pelle needed a diaper, but now she must really get hold of some in his size. - "We had intended to pass by the district nurse after this," said Tilde. I will call her, says Monika. She would come by today anyway. The clerk turns to the wall where a telephone is and dials the district nurse. - "She is generous woman who can act quickly in case of a small accident" says, Miss Strict and smiles slyly again. - Hello, Kerstin! It is Monika, can you come over now instead? - I have customers here who need diapers for their youths. - No, they are larger and she looks at me and then at the girls and mentions probable length and hip measurements. - Yes, bring a few different sizes and models, well, umm, to be sure. Okay, thank you sweetie, we'll see you soon, goodbye "- click. Mother Mary with her two girls come up to ask why she needed length and dimensions and aunt whispers to her what they were for. Mama Maria nods and looks at me and nods back at my aunt. The clerk turns around and says that Kerstin is a good nurse, and she also works with a company selling incontinence articles. So she can bring several different types. Before she has finished the sentence she grabs my shoulders and spins me around, starts unbuttoning the suspenders and buttons on the sides, and then lower the pants and sees the little diaper that is not held tightly. "Oh here it has leaked properly, I think, and it is a much too small diaper" she says watching my aunt. "Yes, we had to make do with what we had and did not think Pelle would pee quite so much." I am quite shocked by what happened. Everyone looks at me and the girls standing with big eyes and can not keep from giggling. - "There is nothing to laugh at girls, says Monika sharply and turns to their mom and says that perhaps we may start with the girls first while we wait for my diapers. She pulls up my vinyl overalls and closes them again. "At least pants like these can hold such accidents for a while, says Monika. "We'll take them to hang for drying when Kerstin is here." Their mother is ashamed of her girls' behavior, look sternly at them and says to miss Strict - "from now on, you have a free hand", puts her hands on their shoulders and pushes them forward towards Monika. The girls are looking frightened of their mother "-"mammaaaa, what do you mean with free hand?" Part 6 Monika says that we must start in the right way and symbolically indicates a spanking with the pen in her hand hitting her other palm. She has eye contact with the mother, who understands and nods back. Monika turns and goes to a shelf where she takes out a black rubber spanking paddle and pulls out a form of stool, with a shelf that is apparently to lean over. The girls watch her with open mouths. She calls them over and asks whether they will take a spanking or something like what Pelle has in the mouth, a bridle to you keep them quiet. She takes one girl and leads her to the bench and asks her. - "What is your name? - "My name is Johanna! - "Do you understand that you were stupid? Johanna nods and replies "umm" - "but Johanna, now you answer correctly" - says her mother. Johanna replies, "Yes, it was stupid." Johanna, who has difficulty grasping everything that happened so quickly, can think only of which is worse, a bridle or being spanked when she hears her sister Marina saying that she can imagine a bridle. Johanna is surprised by her sister's sudden docility and calm. Johanna looks at the bench and feels a bit like she wants to try to put her knees on the stool and lean forward to get spanked, she often fantasized about it but never has experienced it. She looks at the paddle in her hand and Monika meets her gaze and reads her thoughts. "Yes, this is a rubber paddle, but if you cooperate it will be just the hand and over in the blink of an eye. Johanna suddenly feels at peace within herself and feels safe, and now wants to just submit. Yeah, I think I'll give it a try, says Johanna with an embarrassed glance, with slightly bent head and biting her lip. She thinks that it might not be so risky. She had tried hitting herself with a riding crop and had noticed that she was quite tough in the butt. Their mother looks flabbergasted at the sudden turnaround and how her daughters become compliant. Johanna barely believes herself to what she has agreed to, and looks at her mother who nods back and says she should do as the clerk says. Johanna bends over the bench and Monika puts one hand on her shoulders, raises her hand and strikes a number of fast smacks on Johanna's bared buttocks. It appears that she did not go full out and it was more for the humiliation. Johanna actually fantasized about being spanked, and thought it would hurt more. She felt that she was not aroused at all and that she feels excited to become clothed like Pelle. She is still sitting with her butt on the bench when Monika asks her if she thinks it will be exciting to see what she'll pick out. - Yes, I think I also should have the same as Marine, says Johanna and feels the tingle in her. - "Well, so be it," says Monika and takes them to a wall with various harnesses and ballgags. Johanna and Marina look at each other and then to the wall. "It tends to be difficult to choose the first time for your mom. Perhaps a few suggestions", says Monika and looking over her glasses to the mother. - "Oohh, I really do not know anything about this, but they look really good and seem to come in many varieties, how does it feel to have such" -says the mother and looks at the others and the clerk. Tilde interjects that she should try them herself - she had one at home too - and looks towards Monika who says "Yes, Tilde is correct, please come here here, it is clear that you must test out the right ones for their daughters. Mama Maria hesitates a bit, but the Clerk Monika had already begun to take down a small red gag ball with white band with buckles. She grabs Mary, and requires her to open her mouth. Maria opens her mouth tentatively and looks towards Monika with trepidation what will happen. Monika holds the ball in front of her mouth, Mary opens a little more and is about to change her mind, but at the same time wonders about how it would feel with the ball in her mouth, when Monika pushes the ball in from behind before she can say anything, tightens the straps around her head, and leads her to a mirror. Maria turns her head, feels with her hand over your mouth and tries her best to speak, - "mmmm, it is pretty hard to talk well". Drool runs down her chin and down her blouse. Strangely enough she doesn't wipe it away, and Monika takes off her ballgag and produce a bridle instead and with practiced hand releases the ball and replaces it with the stick instead, buckles it and says, "How's this then?" The mother nods back, looks in the mirror and tries to find the right position for her with tongue, "there will be more drool" There's paper in the toilet behind the curtain there, says Monika. Mama Maria walks away holding her head up slightly, but makes no attempt to wipe it off. Maria thinks that it is perhaps best if Monika picks it off and goes towards the toilet. The clerk turns to the girls and says - "Well, then it is your turn, how would a pink one sound to for you girls?