of my back.
‘Oh, no, you don’t, Lucy, you stay like that and think about what you were doing while I tell you off.’
I obeyed, my head thick with chagrin for the position I was being made to hold, my bottom stuck up in the air and my panties rolled down to the tops of my stockings. But I was puzzled too. Adrienne was quick to explain.
‘I let myself in with the key I had cut the other day, when you lent me yours so that I could air your flat properly. Although as a general rule girls who masturbate ought to make sure they put the latch on first, and close the shutters. Didn’t I tell you about old Commandant Arnauld? He has an apartment at the back, with a roof garden. He likes to watch me sunbathing, and I imagine he can see into your window quite well.’
‘My modesty curtains are closed, but thank you anyway.’
‘Would you thank me if I opened them, right now?’
‘Adrienne, no!’
‘Why not? He’s a war hero. You should be more generous, and besides, from what I heard, you were fantasising about being spanked by your boss, with your knickers pulled down. That would be the Monsieur Montesquieu you were telling me about, I suppose. How old is he?’
‘That … that’s not the same thing at all, Adrienne! I was only thinking about it. Now please can I roll over? This is embarrassing!’
‘Stay as you are, it’s supposed to be embarrassing. But don’t worry, I’ll spare your blushes and leave the curtains closed, if only because old Arnauld isn’t the only neighbour at the back and I don’t want any complaints, especially as I am going to punish you.’
I didn’t answer, confused, deeply embarrassed and more ashamed of myself than ever, but desperately in need of what she was planning for me. She’d stepped away from the bed as she spoke, presumably to find something to beat me with. I’d have far preferred to be dealt with across her knee and by hand, but I’d not yet had a chance to teach her the virtues of English corporal punishment.
But at least some of them seemed to be popular in France too. After a moment’s thought she picked up the fluffy white bath towel I’d put out over the back of a chair. Memories flooded in, of having my bottom flicked as, naked and dripping, I ran a gauntlet of laughing girls, the wet ends of the towels cracking against my bare flesh, with Juliette Fisher at the far end to catch me and hold me while the others took turns to enjoy a little target practice. Unfortunately Adrienne didn’t seem to be very good at it, for she folded the towel along its length instead of twisting it from corner to corner, and it was still dry.
‘You have to wet it first, Adrienne, or at least the tip, then you hold it up and spin it to make it work like a whip.’
‘Whatever are you talking about?’
‘How to use the towel to whip me.’
‘I said I was going to punish you, Lucy, not whip you. My whip is in my apartment, for one thing, and there’s not a great deal of point in spanking you, is there? You like it too much.’
‘Oh … please, Adrienne? It still hurts, and you can use my hairbrush if you like, or I’ll teach you how to use a wet towel.’
‘You’re a disgrace, Lucy. Now kneel up on the bed. That’s right, knees apart, and keep your skirt up.’
I obeyed, puzzled, as she cocked one leg up on the bed beside me in order to thread the towel between my thighs and pull it up, covering my back and front with the thick, soft material. As she began to tie the corners together at my hips I realised what she was doing.
‘Adrienne! No, you can’t put me in nappies, no …’
‘I rather think I just have, and why not? It suits you to be made a big baby, especially with your nappy on under your business suit.’
My answer was a sulky, choking sob, because that was all I could manage for the thought of what she was doing to me, and she was right. It did suit me, because it was hard to imagine anything more shameful than a fully grown woman being made to wear a nappy, unless perhaps it was wearing a nappy underneath a smart business suit. I let her do it though, my head full of consternation as she tied the corners of the towel at my hips to leave my bottom and belly encased in thick white towelling with a knot sticking out at either side. She then stood back.
‘Very pretty. Now pull your knickers up over the towelling.’
I obeyed, looking daggers at her as I wriggled my panties back up over my nappy-clad bottom until they were stretched taut, the towelling bulging out from the leg-holes and the twin knots hanging out at my hips. Adrienne gave her light, cruel chuckle.
‘Go and look at yourself in the mirror, Lucy.’
My wardrobe door was a full-length mirror, and I only had to shuffle a little way up the bed to see my reflection: my upper body fully dressed, as neat and correct as could possibly have been asked, in appalling contrast to the huge, fluffy nappy bulging my expensive black lace panties. I looked both ridiculous and grossly indecent, a girl done up as a painfully humiliating punishment or for perverted sex, maybe both. Adrienne gave me a moment to reflect on the state I was in, then spoke again.
‘I thought that might get to you, Lucy. Now pull your skirt down.’
I tried, but it wouldn’t go, leaving a good deal of my nappy showing both back and front, while I had to pull the knots up over the waistband on either side. By then Adrienne was laughing openly, and I had to admit that if it had been another girl in nappies rather than me I’d have done the same. As it was I was left choking with shame and unable to pull my gaze away from the mirror as Adrienne continued to give her instructions.
‘That’s right, very good, Lucy. Now turn your back to me and stick your bottom out. Superb, truly comic! Now to the mirror … yes, that’s right, darling, what a sight you are! Now face me and pull up the front of your skirt. Yes, just like that, and hold still, with that priceless expression on your face.’
She’d pulled out her phone and I realised she was going to take a picture, at which I rebelled.
‘No, Adrienne, seriously, no pictures! Do anything you like with me, but no pictures.’
To my vast relief she gave a solemn nod and put the phone away.
‘Fair enough. I was going to print one out and have it framed for you, as a reminder of your punishment, but perhaps it would be a little too risky. So then, what shall I do with you?’
‘You … you could, maybe, spank me in my nappy and make me kneel for you, still like this. I feel so ashamed of myself, Adrienne, just to be like this, and to be spanked –’
‘Would be appropriate, but perhaps rather too much fun for you, and besides, I’d have to pull your nappy down to get at your bottom and that would spoil the effect, or …’
She trailed off, her grin pure cruelty as she approached the bed once more, snapping out an order.
‘On your back, Lucy, it’s time you were changed, and time you were spanked.’
I lay down, shaking violently at the appalling humiliation of what was being done to me as my skirt was tugged up once more and my legs lifted to put me into the nappy-changing position. More than one person has spanked me that way,
