Afterwards they discussed this - without paying any attention to me as if they didn’t care if I understood their adult talk or not- and came to the conclusion that if my bottom was first warmed up with a sound spanking it would make me more receptive to the treat. And so next time an uncle wanted to use me this way my bare bottom was first spanked to a nice pink colour with a paddle. I’m not sure this made me any more forthcoming than before, but it did seem to make my bottom more desirable to the man, who even asked if he could add a swat or two. Of course this was granted and since then almost all these visitors have used a riding crop to add two throbbing red lines to my ass.
As Mommy and daddy do not want to see any cum wasted I am always afterwards sat on the for fifteen minutes to let the cream ooze out into the potty. As I am unable to control my peeing some piss will also dribble into the potty, before I am spoon fed this yummy mix.
Another snippet of adult conversation I happend to hear concerned my fitness and need for exercise, a discussion initiated by Auntie Gemma, the gf of my sister-in-law, whonherself is the most athletic woman in our household and who expressed concern about my weakening physique. She was quite right about this and I had been a bit worried and sorry about it as in my previous life as a student I used to be a better than averege longdistance runner. I was still rather slim - my diet of baby food did not allow me to get far - but flabby and weak and would soon be out of breath if I had to excert myself physically. They started to discuss what should and could be done about it, but I didn’t get to hear if they had come to any conclusion as my corner-time was finished and Mommy took me to be put to bed in my nursery.
But a few weeks after this I was taken after my morning potty-time to the garden and locked in the pillory. No explanation was given, I was only told to watch. Soon a large van backed from the street into the garden. Mommy came to greet and instruct the two men in the van, dismissing me as something they did not need to bother with.
They took out first some materials from the van and Mommy showed them where to put them. It turned out that they were the elements for a prefabricated garden shed which they assembled in less than half-an-hour. It was unusually high with large doors at the end, and with no windows. After it was ready they took from the van a strange object which was a structuremwuth a large wheel about six feeth broad and which had rungs like on a ladder. It did not take me long to recognize it as a modern version of a prison treadmill and to understand that it would be my exercise-machine.
Indeed Mommy told this to the men and introduced me to them as its future user telling me to thank the men for their work. As I did this with my toothless sissymouth and the teething ring making me sound more or less unintelligible the men were greatly amused by the sight of me as a sissybaby in nappy, plastic pants and plastic bonnet covering my shaved head locked in a pillory. Mommy asked them if they wanted to use my mouth as an extra payment for their services, and the older of the men did, expressing his satisfaction with the experience of fucking a toothless mouth.
After the men were gone all the women came put to help Mommy introduce me to my new exercise machine. But first my nappy and plastic pants were taken down and I was put in a special belt with a long, rather long and not too thick well-lubricated dildo, whic unlike my nightly butt plug could move rather freely in my backside.
I was taken to the shed and told to stand on a movable platform before the wheel and put up my hands which were then cuffed to a sturdy iron bar I would hold on to to balance myself on the wheel. Above the rail was also a stand where a big plastic container filled with familiar yellow liquid was attached and with a tube running out from it to the perforated penis-shaped gag which was fastened into my mouth with a leather head harness. The wheel’s turning speed would be regulated so that I could climb it in an unhurried, but steady and unrelenting speed.
I was also shown a big red ”panic button” I could reach with my elbow and which when pressed would immediately halt the wheel and ring an alarm in the house. This was only for emergiences and I was warned that I would be seriously punished even if the situation was a real emergency after it was over.
I was told to step onto the rungs, the platform behind me was removed. Before releasing the wheel’s brake and starting my climb I was told that my exercise period would always be two hours in the morning.
The brake was released and I started my climbing. Mommy and granny who was also there to intorduce me to the treadmill shut the door behind them and left me in the dark to do my exercise, after all there was no need to supervise me as I would not be going anywhere before they came back to release me.
The first thing that grabbed my attention on the mill was the incredible sensation of the well lubricated dildo sliding up and down my asshole. I had never before experienced anything like it and soon my little peepee which had been long dormant in its snug steel cage started to come to life within the tight confines of the little cage. For the first quarter of an hour I enjoyed this feeling, but the relentless hard work of climbing the wheel soon put an end to this and I was soon panting and sweating profusely with the exertation to which my neglected body was not accustomed to. Brething through my mouth also caused me to draw in some liquid through the gag. I was of course used to the taste and I also understood that taking care of my liquid balance on the mill was very necessary in order to avoid dehydration.
When the two hours of grueling labour was over and Mommy came to stop the wheel and release me I literally collapsed with exhaustion and had to be supported when taken back to the house and the bath which was waiting for me.
The hot bath was a blessing but I remained sore and aching all over, and next morning I had trouble getting out of my crib. And when after potty-time I was taken to the shed to exercise I was in a very sorry state, so much that after half-an-hours workout om the mill in the dark shed I had come to the end of my tetterikesän, or so I thought, and made a very stupid mistake and pushed the panic button.
The wheel stopped immediately and in a few minutes the door behind me opened and granny was there wanting to know what the matter was. She released my head harness so I could plead her to let me off as I was in a very bad shape and could not stand it any longer. Granny did not show any sympathy for my plight. Instead she said in a mock-understanding voice, that if Baby Pansy needed a rest she would let me rest for as long as I wanted before continuing the exercise. This said she proceeded to whip my bare back - I was only wearing a nappy and plastic pants - with the martinet that she had brought with her. It did not take me long to recognize the name of the game and I haastemies to say that I had rested enough and wanted to continue my exercise.
- Oh you can rest a couple of minutes longer, she said, and continued delivering the painful lashes for a while longer, before stopping and refastening the gag, releasing the brake of the wheel and leaving me in darkness to continue my exercise.
I had learnt an important lesson and struggled to complete my to hours on the mill. As a futher punishment for misusing the panic button I was given twenty strokes with a rubber strap on my bottom each morning for a week before being attached to the treadmill.
The workout continued to be as agonizing for the next days. But gradually I noted that as my condition improved with the exercise and as my body and limbs got used to the gruelling work I found it easier and easier, and after only a few weeks I began to feel at home on the mill, and to love the sensation that the dildo inside me gave me.
Now that the treadmill has become a routine that my exercised body has no difficulties with I have come to love the feeling that the dildo in my ass gives me while working the mill and feel grateful that my superiors care about keeping me for and healthy and have taken the trouble to provide me with this opportunity.
The three higlights of my day are now the treadmill time, my breatfeeding and the opportunity I have for showing off at potty time. I couldn’t be a happier sissybaby - or so I thought, until you read the next part.
