The start of lessons

Bailey nodded his understanding on what he was to do as Megan finished adding a little blush to his cheeks and strawberry chapstick to his lips. Picking up the babydoll that Megan had showed him how to swaddle, he held it in his arms and began rocking it gently. Looking up to Megan who held out her phone recording his act as he smiled happily. "Like I wanted to thank you Mr. Santiago, for like being so nice to me and stuff. Oh! And this is little Emily!" Bailey spoke in a loud whispering voice until that last sentence where he pretended to get super excited. Looking a bit embarrassed he looked down at the doll that he still rocked in his arms. "Oops." He let out a giggle. "She is sleeping right now so I have to be quite. Like anyways, thanks for everything!" The words were back to the loud whisper, but the large bright smile in his face and how he waved his other arms seemed to be at odds with it. It was completely embarrassing to have to do this, but what choice did he have. Fighting would earn him a second spanking or worse the diaper treatment.

Putting the doll down on the bed Bailey looked back to Megan to see if she approved or if they would need go another take, all the while he was bouncing in the soles of his feet. After breakfast she had given him a shot of some red liquid and she wouldn't say what it was other than it would help before giving him a red bull. Calories, sugar, caffeine. This one gesture he could forgive her for almost anything with how much he wanted it. Of course he would forgive nothing, but still it was great. Or it was at the time, now he felt hyper. Hyper in a way he hadn't felt in many years, just bursting with energy and not enough ways to spend it. "Well done pumpkin, I'm sure he will love that. Now I think it is time for some lessons." Bailey scrunched up his face, not liking the sound of that and wondered what he would be up to.

"You already have such a wonderful walk, but I think we need to work on your hands. Now hold out both of your arms." When he did she put a few large bangle bracelets on them. "If you straighten your wrists they can fall off, so you are going to have to keep your wrists turned up as you move. Those are cheap plastic so don't worry if you drop one, but if it keeps happening I will have to use the hair brush in you so you remember." Bailey nodded vigorously enough that he could feel his pigtails moving around. "Good, now the first thing you need to do is read this." She said handing Bailey a piece of paper. "Read it out loud sweetie."

"A good girl always looks her best. A good girl is polite. A good girl is always obedient. A good girl always smiles. A good girl is seen and not heard. A good girl never argues or complains. I am a good girl, happy and proud." Bailey looked at the note, his face looking like he swallowed a lemon. "Well done, read it a dozen more times. I will go get you a glass of water, and I expect you to speak proudly. These are about you after all, and I know you want to be a good girl. His expression changed slightly to a scowl ad he watched the bitch leave the living room where they were having the lesson and move to the kitchen. The house was older and didn't have one of those open concepts that Amanda said she loved when they watched those remodeling shows together. Or rather when they used to have time for that. "I can't hear you!" Megan called from the other room, it prompted him to get going. He already saw the hair brush sitting on the coffee table ready for him if he disobeyed. Megan came back into the room and set the water down on a coaster.

Sitting down on the recliner Megan pulled put put work laptop and logged into her work VPN. She had played around with the idea before. But more in a fantasy type way and now she was getting to actually do it. She was going to be able to use her works resources to create Bailey Ann Best in the system. Working for Sterling Backgrounds as a department manager was a lot of paperwork, and no real perks to speak of other than the stability. Everyone always needed to know about their potential hires and her company ran backgrounds of various levels from everything from fast food, state prisons, the police departments to multi billion dollar companies like Mega Corp. Megan thought about looking through some old records and just swapping out a name here and there. Then she would send it off to one or her laziest employees telling them to look it over for approval for a background check for her niece and how it needed to be done ASAP. The lazy employee would give it a green light. As if the birth certificate. Social we're all accurate. She would then call in a favor from people she had helped in thr past to just get things reprinted that her niece had lost. If they said they couldn't find her in the system she would say how odd it was and how it had already been signed off as good. It had plenty of places to fail, but what are favors for really. She knew one older lady at the social security office that needed her grandson to pass a background check that he in no way could with his record, hell she knew a girl there that didn't actually graduate high school and no one had checked.

When she heard Bailey's soft voice stop saying the mantra she looked up and put her laptop to the side. "That wasn't so bad was it? Now do you think you can be a good girl like that?" She said getting to her feet and clapping her hands together. "I am a good girl, happy and proud." He said meekly as his cheeks burned with shame. "Perfect, now I want you to watch me carefully Bailey so I can show you how to do a curtsey." Bailey let out a groan that earned him a glare. "A good girl always smiles and never complains." Megan said with a hard look. Bailey just couldn't take this good girl stuff. "Come on Megan isn't this a bit much?" Megan didn't say anything at first only took a few quick steps in her tall shoes and took Bailey by his ear, pulling him over to the recliner. She threw him over her lap and started to smack his ass with the back of the brush she had brought into the room for this very purpose. Bailey flailed his arms anders trying to stop the ****, but the more he fought the monger it went on. Eventually she let him the him up with the cheeks on his face being slick with tears and his ass cheeks being red and swollen. "Now Bailey, tell me what it means to be a good girl."

Bailey had one hand on his soar ass and another wiping the remains of the waterworks from his eyes. She had dressed him like a child and was spanking him like one. He wanted to curse and throw a punch, but with the pain he felt and the sight of her being almost a foot taller made him feel defenseless. "A good girl good girl always looks her best. A good girl girl is polite, a good girl is obedient. A good girl always smiles. A good girl is seen and not heard. A good girl never argues or complains. I am a good girl happy and proud." He said to her without having to look at the paper. "You know the words, but are having trouble living and loving them. Say it again and instead of just saying the words. Be the girl you say you are." Closing his eyes Bailey counted to five slowly and then looked up at Megan with a smile, adding a little giggle at the start as he repeated the words. "Wonderful, now that I see you are behaving let's get some cream on that sore bottom." Megan said heading to the bathroom and coming back to sit on the recliner. "Unbuckle your overalls and lower your panties so that I can put this on." Doing as she said Bailey stepped closer. The pain in his rear going away would be nice, but he knew she wanted him across her lap again. He looked at her with pleading eyes. "A good girl is obedient, a good girl always smiles." She said it in a sing song voice, but he understood the threat. When the cool cream touched him it felt wonderful to sooth the **** she had given him. When she was done she showed Bailey how to do a proper curtsey and after a few attempts Bailey had it right.

Bailey was still bursting with energy when she had him recite the motto a hundred times while curtseying at the start and end of it each time. He wasn't sure what she was doing on her laptop, but when he skipped a line she looked up at. "Start from number one. I know counting to a hundred is hard for you, but we will work on your school skills in a little bit." With that he started over. When he he was done Bailey was bouncing in place. He really had to pee from all the water she kept giving him, and he wasn't allowed to speak. A good girl is seen and not heard. He said to himself mentally, it was garbage, utter nonsense, but he thought she might have him start all over again if he didn't take the words to heart. He saw Megan look at him, she saw him hopping from one foot to the other, he could just go right? He didn't need to ask permission. Did he? He took a step to the hallway and when Megan looked up from her laptop again he stopped moving. "Are you okay pumpkin?" Bailey Looked to her and then to the bathroom door. "I have to use the ladies room Auntie and ahh umm. Could I have my phone please? I really like need to talk to my bestie!" Megan looked to be considering the question. "I think you can hold it a little longer missy and no you cannot have your phone back, but I will let her know you are recuperating.

Megan typed something on her laptop and then turned on the TV and on it was the most recent incarnation of My Little Pony. "Sit there on thr floor between the couch and coffee table, I will be right back with a coloring book for you." A good girl is obedient. A good girl never argues or complains. The mantra went through his mind. "Thank you Aunt Meg. I love this show." Bailey said happily, moving to where she said. Watching the cartoon horses go across the screen, before he was pulled away from the child show when Megan returned with a coloring book that matched the show and a box of crayons. "I know how you love horses, so I figured you would love this. Now you watch and color and I expect to see one of thr images colored perfectly after an episode. If not you can watch another before you can be excused to go potty, and don't you dare pee your panties or you will be wearing a diaper." He did not like that threat one bit, but between the show being trash, all the energy he had and needing to pee it was impossible for him to focus on coloring the winged horse. As the credits rolled Megan came over to check his progress and tisked at the unfinished piece of art. "You just love that show do much you couldn't look away could you?" She said with a small smile. "I do, like totally love the show Auntie, but could I please use the bathroom." When she raised her eye brow at him he thought she was going to reject him. The bitch was doing this in purpose, she was manufacturing a reason to make him a toddler in a diaper. A good girl is always polite. A good girl always smiles. "Can I pweease use the potty Auntie? Pwetty pwease?!" He spoke as girly and like a child ad he could, even using a different register of his voice. "Okay, you can go, but make sure you wash your hands after." With permission Bailey ran off down the hallway and sat down on the toilet, and just remembering to peel back part of the tuck kit so that he wouldn't fill it up like a horrible water balloon.

Bailey stayed in the bathroom as long as he dared, enjoying the time to himself. When he came out of the bathroom he tried to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, but it was impossible to miss the the feeling of the pigtails bouncing as he moved or getting a hint of the silver glittery ballet flats.egan was still in the living room where he left her. Walking past her he resumed his seat and started to color without being asked, a smile on his face, because a good girl always smiled. "Sweetheart, I was looking through your phone." Bailey stopped moving, afraid of something she might say. He couldn't stand Mandy wanting to use his phone for even a second, and had never liked anyone he dated go through it. "I have learned more about you." Bailey's eyes rose from the white horse with a fire red mane hecwas coloring and up to meet Megan's blue eyes that seemed to look right through him.

"No need to tell your mother what you have been up to. Believe it or not when I was dating… no never mind. Let's talk about this." She said holding up a plastic bangle of pink and value swirling together. Bailey looked down at his wrist and noticed one bracelet missing. "Auntie." Megan shushed the disguised man believes got more than a word out. "Accidents happen, but I think you should put this on and practice your walk for the next few minutes in the backyard." Bailey's eyes went wide at the idea of being outside looking the way he did. "Also while you do it I want you to repeat what it means to be a good girl." The words went through his head and he smiled before heading to the back door. He was thankful she had a tall fence, but that didn't stop any nosey neighbors from looking over. As he was about to go out Megan called after him. "Sweetheart, don't forget to curtsey at the start and end of your motto as you walk around." Looking back over his shoulder he smiled big enough to show teeth. "Oh course Auntie!" You stupid bitch he added mentally.

Walking around the well taken care of green grass he took care to keep his wrists flipped up to keep the bangles in place and stopped every few paces to curtsey with a pretend skirt. He was not going to complain, he was not going to get that brush again, but he was going to get that phone from here somehow. The activity was not pleasant, no man would ever want to recite what it meant to be a good girl, or ever look the way way did. To feel the way he did, and he wondered if prison wouldn't be so bad. He couldn't let his mind wonder, doing so caused him to mess up, saying a good girl was obedient before polite, or skipping one. He didn't need to get it right, she wasn't out here, but a part of him thought she might be next door in the other backyard just so she could hear him out of site to catch him. He couldn't have that, this was more about the punishment than the training, her being able to spank a full grown man without repercussions. The time in the yard went from five minutes to ten, then fifteen and just last twenty when she opened the door. "Okay pumpkin, we are ready. Come quickly now."

Megan watched as Bailey rushed to the door. Even when he ran his gait was feminine. The bangles would need more than two days to get him to keep his hands that way, but she was happy to see him conforming. "Did I do good Aunt Megan?!" She heard the excited girl say to her. "You did great, you are being such a good girl and I can tell you have energy to burn, so we are going on a little trip for lunch." That did it, she saw the smile falter and she pretended not to see it as she gave Bailey a kiss on the forehead. "Let's head out front and get in the car. We are going to the park and I packed us a picnic. Won't that be fun?" She was taking him out in public, looking like this, it was to much. Tears started to well up in his eyes. 'Now, now. No crying, you are trying to be a big girl and not a baby right?" Bailey sniffled and wiped at his eyes, she was really hoping to make good on that promise. "I'm a big girl. Not a baby." Megan patted Bailey on the head. "A big girl, but not a young lady, you haven't earned that right yet."

Getting into the car he started to think about her sick game. The comment about not earning the right to be a young lady, she chose to make him look like a tween just so she could threaten him with being younger and dangle growing up as if it was some prize to be won. He didn't have much time to think as Megan turned on the radio that was playing Kaity Perry. "Sweetheart, I know you love this music so why don't you sing along to it, you know how I love to hear you sing. That was the car trip to a local park, Bailey sitting in the back seat while a picnic basket was up front and he sang along to sing after song. It felt like he was being **** to act happy about being brought to the gallows.