Gail had gravitated to her female friends and had found solace in Becky’s Coven. She soon discovered that she’d rather sleep with an intelligent, caring mature woman rather than an infantile, dependant man and had abandoned the search for a husband entirely. Strangely, the maternal instinct that had carried her through the years of her marriage began manifesting itself as the desire to have a child of her own reared its head. Becky had suggested that she take a supervisory position in the Daycare Center that was owned by a friend of hers and she had worked there ever since. Taking care of the babies had proved an adequate substitute for bearing a baby and Gail was happy. While the money wasn’t great, the opportunity to humiliate Krystyn’s charges and her witch co-worker’s male paramours gave her a great deal of personal satisfaction. She envisioned each adult male that had been enchanted as her ex-husband and lavished the humiliation and condescension on each and every one of them that she wished upon her ex-husband. In her mind’s eye, she was giving the proxies for her ex-husband the well deserved treatment that she’d have given him had she been blessed with the opportunity to get him totally under her power in the Daycare’s nursery. She loved showing the changed men what little babies they really were.
Krystyn took Andrew home and remanded him to the safety of his dark nursery. After his traumatic experiences during his first day in the Daycare Center, Andrew was almost pleased to find himself securely pent-in behind the high-railed crib of the nursery. The towering railings had become not an obstacle to be overcome and escaped, but tall protective grating of a comfortable heavy wooden redoubt where he could repose in relaxation and shut out the world in the serene slumber of an infant. The nursery which had been so initially foreboding had finally become a place of refuge against a huge and hostile world.
Andrew clutched the soft, fluffy blankie with his tiny, fat fingers and drew it up to his chest protectively while he sucked on the orthodontic pacifier that Krystyn had stuck in his mouth as she tucked him in his crib. After a few minutes, the relaxing rhythmic motion of his tongue and cheeks gave him an oral feeling of reassurance that everything would be alright. As his eyelids drooped down for the night as he began to drift off to sleep, he tried to lift his sagging spirits and encourage himself by thinking, “Tomorrow will be a better day”.
The next day went pretty much the same as all other days at Krystyn’s house: Andrew’s diaper was changed and the was allowed to creep on the floor on all fours at Krysyn’s feet most of the day. Every time he tried to stand or walk, he was sharply scolded about trying to be more than the infant he was while his little diaper padded bottom was paddled repeatedly with the palm of Krystyn’s hand. Once she had reduced him to humiliated tears, she pushed him down to the floor with all of her adult strength to physically force him down to all fours on the carpet at her feet.The first time it happened, he cried loudly, but after that he merely whimpered and accepted his punishment. After two more paddlings by Krystyn, he ceased trying to walk and creeped on his hands and knees as she desired. After his experience at the Daycare Center, Andrew’s will had been almost completely broken. He sucked on his toys like any infant and seemed to enjoy being fed baby food and nursing on his bottle. Krystyn was pleased that Andrew had become so infantile in such a short time…
Amber’s peculiar babysitting proclivities suited Krystyn perfectly. Amber was the epitome of the voluptuous, big-boobed, “Valley-girl”-type dumb blonde with a decidedly twisted taste for cock-teasing and making her numerous boyfriends quiver in expectation of a carnal delight she never gave away. It wasn’t that she was sexually fastidious or moral, she just wanted to maintain the upper hand in the relationship. Since she had the brains of an out-of-season California radish, she had to make do with the resources she had at hand. For that reason, she took care of herself and made herself as attractive as possible without the use of makeup or sexy clothing. She knew instinctively that if she dressed up in sexy clothing or used excessive makeup, her false appearance would be belied by her ineffective intellect and she would seem like a prostitute. Being a pure and natural woman was her best choice given her lack of intellectual resources. Sooner or later, a man rich and powerful enough to deserve the use of her body would turn up. She was saving herself for the day when she would fuck a man so silly that he’d turn the wealth of a financial empire over to her as he knelt at her feet.
