My Swedish Vacation 
By Valerafon
Chapter 5 - Gundy
Update: 19/03/1998 to valerafon




Chapter 5  Gundy 

The next morning at breakfast I found myself standing next to Eva in 
that same unbreakable grip. I was dressed in a mid thigh length light 
blue tunic. Eva told me this was what their quests wore between training 
sessions, and Gundy had requested it for me. The meal was filled with 
discussion throughout with me being the favorite topic on everyone's 
mind. Near the end of breakfast Helga started banging a glass with her 
fork, and everyone stopped talking. 

"It's time for the transfer," Helga told everyone. Gundy smiled and got 
up to walk around the table towards me. Eva stopped eating and faced me. 
She then grabbed my waist with her hands and held me out, and up, at 
arms length a few inches off the ground. Looking me up and down she said 
in a sad voice, "I'm going to miss you little fellow, but we will be 
spending a little more time together. Take good care of him Gundy. He's 
very precious." Gundy then took me and cradled me in her arms. 

I looked up at her face and she was smiling and looking down at me. 
"Don't worry big sis," she said. "I'll take real good care of him," as 
she slowly rocked me back and forth. I felt like a baton that had just 
been passed in a relay race. I also got the feeling I wasn't going to be 
doing a lot of walking on my own the next few days. I turned around to 
look at the group as Gundy headed for her room. Eva was smiling and 
waving at me. Talking in a sad voice she said, "Bye, bye Weakling don't 
forget to write." 

In Gundy's arms, I got the grand tour of her room. It was a typical 
teenage room with posters of people I didn't recognize. One corner of 
the room caught my gaze. A large doll collection dominated the corner, 
and make up and painting equipment were neatly arranged nearby on the 
floor. The dolls seemed to be all male. Their clothes telling their 
occupation. Their was a sailor, a policeman, a clown, and many others to 
numerous to mention. 

Gundy gently placed me down near the supplies. "Don't move my little 
clown while I take off your tunic." There I was about to be naked in 
front of a fifteen year old girl.....a 6'3'' fifteen year old girl. She 
quickly slipped the tunic over my head and said, "Now my canvas is 
ready." Then it dawned on me what she was going to do. I was to be made 
up and dressed like one of her dolls. 

Gundy took all of her clothes off and threw them in a heap in the 
corner. "Might as well be comfortable myself," she said as she sat down 
next to me. I stared at my new prison guard for a moment. She was 
beautiful, but different then Eva. She was as big and almost as well 
developed. Gundy had broad features with high cheek bones. She would 
grow into a true Valkyrie. Wagner would be proud of her. I thought she 
would easily be the tallest of the Bromberg women. Gundy's eyes were 
blue like Inga's, and she shared other similarities with her sister as 
well. While Brome and Eva had a similar look so did Gundy and Inga. 

Gundy reached up and put the clown doll nearer to us. Oh no! I was to 
become a clown!  She then stared at me for a while before she acted. She 
lunged at me and I tried to fend her off. But I ended up lodged between 
her thighs with my arms over my head, and my wrists held securely in one 
of her big hands. The tussle lasted about twenty seconds. It ended 
predictably. I wondered what my odds in Vegas would have been in winning 
this fight? 


Gundy had her free hand on my chin and was moving my face from side to 
side examining it. "Your going to make a cute clown. I can tell." 
"Gundy, I'm almost twice your age...." That's all I got out before her 
thighs made me forget about lectures. "Uhhhhhh!" I groaned. "I like to 
make you guys up. You look so cute! Besides my mom won't let me play 
with boys my own age. She's afraid I might break them." I could 
definitely see her mothers point of view at this moment. My waist was 
being punished by this teens thighs. 
 
She let up on the pressure a little and told me the facts. "It will go a 
lot easier on you if you let me do what I want. You really don't have a 
choice. All I'm going to do is put some make-up on you, and paint your 
body a little. I could work a lot better without having to control you 
with my legs. Be a good little boy and stay still while I work.....OK!" 
I shook my head yes. Vegas wouldn't have given odds on another fight. So 
I just sat passively as she started her masterpiece. 

My face was first and Gundy applied the make-up liberally. She must not 
have been a republican. My nose was painted red, and I had two blue 
circles on my cheeks. My mouth became a sad exaggerated frown outlined 
in red. Everywhere else my face was white. She had been working for 
about forty five minutes, and I needed to go to the john. I asked Gundy 
if I could go. I really felt stupid about that. "OK, but hurry back," 
she said in an annoyed tone of voice. I relieved myself, and as I was 
washing my hands I looked up to see my reflection. I felt deeply 
ashamed. Reflections will do that to you sometimes when your self esteem 
is low. Then I did a very stupid thing. I washed all the make-up off. 

Gundy was startled at first when she saw me, but then she got real mad. 
She came at me with a growl. I was thrown onto the bed and she sat on my 
back. Her legs quickly secured my legs which were hanging down the side 
of the bed. My butt now was an easy and framed target for her anger. 

I knew I made a mistake. Now I felt it. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!           "Aiieeeee! Please....Noooo!"  I 
begged. She hit me eight hard ones and then stopped. It was every bit as 
hard as Eva had hit me the day before. "No, I can't ruin this ass right 
now."  It will destroy the art work.  Jimmy, I'm going to complete your 
punishment after lunch. I want you to remind me at 3:00 P.M. to finish 
your spanking. If you don't remind me, it will go much tougher on you. 
Now, let's get back to the make-up. I have to start over." Great! now I 
have to remind people to punish me. What's next, Will I have to spank 
myself? 

In about an hour the make-up was back on, complete with a clown hat. I 
guess they had a wardrobe department somewhere in the house. Actually, 
Gundy told me that they had a very large collection of costumes for the 
guests, and for the girls. The guys were always my size so the costumes 
always fit. Gundy then started to paint my ass cheeks. She said one side 
was going to be a bull's-eye. While the other would have a funny face. 

Every now and then, Gundy would get distracted and grab my penis with 
her hand. Needless to say, this ruined my concentration for modeling. 
She might be fifteen, but she didn't look her age. She was as attractive 
as the rest of the women of this house. Usually, just as it was about to 
get out of hand, no pun intended there, she would notice the time and 
get back to work. 

The buttwork was completed and she told me that left only one area to 
paint. "Where?" I inquired. "Your Penie!" She said laughing. I had to 
ask. It was no trouble for her to get it to pose. The tip she painted 
blue. The shaft got red stripes. I was done. Gundy took me in front of 
her full length mirror and said, "Aren't you just the cutest little 
clown you ever saw?" 
 I saw myself and the shame returned. I controlled my shame and my anger 
and lied. "Yes!"  I said. "My sisters will just love you to pieces." My 
heart sank....lunch I thought. 

I held the clown doll while she snapped our picture. Gundy fixed my cap 
the way she wanted, and made sure the paint was dry. Then she placed me 
on her hip and carried me down to lunch. 

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At least I had my own chair this time. I really didn't want to stand 
being naked and all. Everyone loved Gundy's creation, and remarked I 
looked exactly like the clown doll in her collection. I felt like I was 
in the collection too. I guess the inevitable happened then, everyone 
wanted a look at the artwork. Gundy was about to lead me on a tour of 
the table when Helga said I should get up on the chair, and let everyone 
have a better look. I hesitated and Gungy left her seat and raised me to 
a standing position on my chair. She then twirled her finger in a 
gesture for me to start turning. As I turned, my shame again reached a 
new level. I was sure there was nothing they could do that would make me 
feel lower than this. Of course, I was wrong again. 

Most everyone cheered and clapped, and I could see how proud Gundy 
looked. Everyone but Brome offered comments. She just stared at me in an 
unreadable expression. I really wondered what thoughts were behind that 
beautiful face. Was I less than a man to her? Did she feel pity? I 
couldn't tell. I lost tract of the conversation as the meal progressed. 
One question preoccupied my thoughts. What doll was I going to look like 
next. 

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I didn't have long to wait. Upon returning to the room, I was allowed to 
shower and wash the paint off my body. It was a water based paint and 
came off easily. When I walked back into the bedroom Gundy had already 
laid out my next set of clothes.....an American sailors uniform complete 
with hat. I looked at her dolls and there was one uniformed doll, but it 
had a completely different uniform. At least I'm going to be unique I 
thought, and that their wardrobe had limits. 

Gundy took me by the hand  and we walked over to her collection. "My 
favorite doll is the ventriloquist doll," she said as she reached down 
and picked it up. "I've been practicing with him for months. I'm getting 
good at throwing my voice." She gave me a little demonstration and I was 
impressed. She really did do it quite well. I'm getting pretty good. 
Don't you agree?" She asked. "You're really quite good for only a couple 
months of practice," I said in full agreement. I'm glad you agree 
because I think it's time I put on a little show for my sisters, and 
you're going to star in it too." 

 The full impact of her statement hit me like a ton of bricks. I really 
didn't see it coming. I just stood there with my mouth open. Gundy put 
her arm around my neck and stared down at me as she added, "You and I 
are going to practice a little skit, and perform it for my family before 
dinner tonight. Were going to knock em dead! My little sailor man." 

The rest was a blur. Before I knew what was happening, I was a sailor, 
and Gundy  changed into a T-shirt and a skimpy pair of cut off jeans. I 
found myself standing next to her while she decided how to proceed. She 
was seated in a big wooden chair. "Let's see now, I guess the best way 
to do this is with my shoulder to the audience, and my knees facing off 
to the side," she said trying to work out the seating details in her 
mind. "Lets try that!" She reached down and placed me on one of her big 
thighs. "That looks good!" She said looking down at me. "I can control 
you with my right arm, and still have my left arm free." 

Gundy then grabbed my face with her left hand, and I found myself 
staring into her eyes. "You have to do everything I say and remember it 
for tonight. I do not want to be embarrassed in front of my sisters. Do 
not defy me in any way or you will be very....very....very sorry." I 
stared at her, more than a little afraid, as I managed to get out a 
feeble, "OK!" 

She reached down, and bent my arm behind my back with her right hand, 
but she was not hurting me. She then placed her left hand on my knee. 
"That's perfect!" She stated happily. "When you feel pressure on your 
knee, I want you to move your mouth up and down, but don't talk." 
"Gundy, I can't do this," I objected. "Yes, you will or you'll feel 
pain." My trapped wrist started moving up my back, and my arm felt like 
it was going to be wrenched out of it's socket. "Noooo! 
Stop...Pleaassse! Aiiieeee! stoooop! I begged. The pressure on my arm 
continued to increase. "Aiiieeee! No Mooorre! Panicked I tried to get 
free, but couldn't do anything to relieve the pressure. "Uhhhh! Hhhhh! 
Uhhhh!" I started to sob uncontrollably. "Please..Please Gundy anything 
you say. I'll be good.....pleaassse!" The movement up my back stopped, 
but the unbearable pain continued. "I'll do everything you say....please 
your breaking my arm." 
 The pressure eased, and my arm moved back down, but she didn't release 
it. 

"Remember, I completely control you. Now listen and learn." For the next 
two hours we practiced the twenty minute skit. When I felt pressure on 
my knee I had to move my mouth, but didn't talk. Gundy voiced both parts 
just like a ventriloquist would do. I had to look straight ahead and was 
instructed not to move my head under any circumstances. She would move 
it with her left hand at the appropriate times during the skit. My free 
arm was to hang down at my side, and she would also move it when the 
skit required it. I was completely reduced to the part of the dummy with 
my only job being to move my mouth. I felt less than human. Like a doll 
in Gundy's collection. The mornings activity was nothing compared to 
this new shame. At the end of the skit she made me bow. I had to stay 
bent over till she raised my head. I had to do that twice. 

We practiced till Gundy was happy with the results. A half hour break 
was declared, and she locked me in the room while she went down for milk 
and cookies. She also wanted to tell everyone to gather in the parlor a 
half hour before supper for a big surprise. 

We sat on the carpeted floor eating the snacks as Gundy talked excitedly 
about the skit. She was really happy with the way it turned out. At 
least I didn't feel like a dummy anymore, but rather like her friend. 
She went on and on for minutes at a time telling me how successful we 
were going to be. After awhile, I found myself beginning to like this 
big teenage girl more and more. Her bubbly personality was infectious, 
and I found myself completely drawn into the worries about the skit. I 
was beginning to think of her as a daughter, but it was a complete roll 
reversal. Gundy was the one in charge. She had total control of the 
situation and could punish me as she saw fit. I decided to help her and 
to make the skit successful. What choice did I have anyway. 

"Time for dress rehearsal," she said excitedly as she cleared the floor. 
"I want to get this absolutely perfect." 
 I found myself on her thigh once more as we practiced. We spent at 
least another hour perfecting the skit. 

Gundy spent a lot of time making sure my outfit was just right. She 
tilted my hat and added some blue circles on my cheeks like I had this 
morning. She did like her subjects to wear clown make-up. Gundy declared 
me ready and placed me on her hip as she set out for the parlor. 

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Gundy had positioned everything in the parlor to her liking when she 
went for the cookies. The women were already seated and waiting for us. 
She repositioned me like a ventriloquist would carry her dummy. I was 
sitting on her left arm and hand which was holding most of my weight, 
and her right arm was behind my back for support. 
 She looked at me and cautioned, "PLEASE BE GOOD!" 
 She took a deep breath and walked into the parlor. 

We entered the room to "Uuhs" and "Aahs" from the women as Gundy took 
her place on the chair. Helga was running the camcorder, and Inga was 
taking the stills with flashes popping every couple of seconds. It felt 
like opening night at some big event. "God! Doesn't he look cute?" Eva 
said. "I wish he was on my lap," Inga added. Gundy motioned for quiet 
and she began the skit. 

"This is my little sailor boy Jimmy. He's an American. Say hello to my 
sisters Jimmy." I felt the pressure, of her fingers, on my leg and I 
started to silently move my mouth. Gundy in as deep a voice as she could 
muster started talking for me. "Hello everyone! I was just walking down 
the street when Gundy captured me, and brought me home with her. She's 
much to strong for me." 

Everyone sat quiet for a moment as they realized it was a ventriloquist 
act. Then the room broke out into laughter and clapping. "This is just 
too much," Inga said. Helga shushed everyone to silence as Gundy 
continued. "Are all American soldiers so weak that they can't defend 
themselves against fifteen year old Swedish school girls? Who can 
overpower them with ease and take them home. How did you win so many 
wars?" she asked looking at me first then the audience. Then she 
continued, "Don't you think... Jimmy, that if a few Swedish girls went 
over to your country, we could take over in no time?" She moved my head 
to look at her and I felt the pressure again. Answering for me she said, 
"If they're all as big and strong as you are we wouldn't stand a 
chance." 

The act continued and everyone especially liked my or I mean Gundy's 
rendition of Row Your Boat. This brought more cheering and Helga again 
had to quiet the girls. "Who's Your favorite Bromberg girl?" Gundy 
asked. "Why you of course, you have the softest and prettiest thighs." 
Inga, Eva, and even Brome all started booing at that remark. Helga had 
to shush them again. 

I thought I should be more embarrassed then I actually felt. But looking 
at the girls I could see their smiles were warm, and they were looking 
at me with affection not condescension. I almost really did feel like a 
member of the family. 

Finally, the skit neared it's end and Gundy pushed me down in my two 
little bows. All the girls cheered, clapped, and walked over to us. 
Gundy stayed seated. "Did you get all that mom?" Eva asked. Helga shook 
her head yes and smiled. 

The girls crowded around a very proud Gundy, and started to ask her 
questions. "How did you coordinate your talk with his mouth movements?" 
Brome wanted to know. "When I wanted him to talk, I squeezed him on the 
knee." "I never noticed," Brome said shaking her head in amazement. "How 
did you get him to cooperate so well?" Eva asked. "Oh, I used feminine 
persuasion." Eva still looked puzzled. "A female hammerlock!" Here look 
in the back she said giggling. 

"He's just so perfect. We have to keep him always," Inga added. Helga 
seeing my fear answered her daughter. "We have Jimmy for a week, and 
then he has his own life to go back to.....just like all our other 
little men." "A weeks a long time and I'm sure Jimmy's going to be a 
little different at the end of it. Don't you think you would want to see 
your Swedish family again?" Brome said smiling with her usual unreadable 
look. Those eyes, I thought. "Maybe," I said almost inaudibly still 
staring up at Brome. 

All the girls wanted to try throwing their voices with me on their lap. 
But thankfully, Helga didn't want the dinner to get cold. Somehow, I 
ended up in Inga's arms last and she began to carry me to the dinner 
table. "Give him back!" Gundy yelled, and started to pull me out of 
Inga's arms. A tugging war commenced with me taking the worst of it. 
"Stop it girls! He belongs to Gundy today." Helga stated in no uncertain 
terms to Inga. Gundy stuck out her tongue as Inga grudgingly gave me 
over to her. I really can't properly put into words the feelings that I 
felt just then. I was being fought over by two teenage girls four feet 
off the ground. It was just one of the many weird experiences I 
encountered that week. 

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At the dinner table I had to eat sitting on Gundy's lap. I guess she 
wasn't going to risk loosing her property again. I resigned myself to 
the fact that my feet weren't going to see much of the floor for the 
rest of my stay at Bromberg manner. It was just easier for them to carry 
me then to always instruct me on what to do next. It saved time. They 
only had me to themselves for a day. 

Only one notable thing happened to me at supper. Helga explained that if 
I mentioned my stay here to anyone. She would make sure that my father 
and the press would get hold of some of the tapes that were being made. 
I had to admit this was effective in keeping my mouth shut. I couldn't 
imagine what my father would think if he ever knew about any of this. I 
assured her this would be our secret, and she assured me the tapes would 
be for the girls private use only. Eva jokingly said I could come back 
anytime and watch them with her. Everyone laughed of course, but I 
really got the uneasy feeling that there were plans for me after this 
week. By whom and for what purpose, I didn't have a clue. Gundy told the 
girls to come to her room at 11 P.M. for the best surprise yet. I had no 
idea what she was talking about, but I dreaded that statement anyway. 

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Being carried on a girl's hip isn't all that bad, especially if she's as 
good looking as Gundy. This is how Gundy liked to carry me. As we were 
heading for her room, she told me I had a surprise coming for being so 
good during the skit. 

Gundy walked into the room and threw me on the bed. "I can't do that 
special thing with you, but we can still have a lot of fun," she said as 
she took off her clothes. She definitely didn't look like a fifteen year 
old. Her body was solid and very muscular with not much baby fat. But 
her legs had that unmistakable young fresh teen look to them. The look 
that drew men to end up in prison for. "Ready or not here I come," she 
said as she dove on top of me. She started to laugh and playfully 
wrestle with me as I tried to recover from her swan dive.  She had my 
arms trapped over my head before I knew what happened. She held both of 
my wrists securely with just one hand. 
 My waist was trapped between those monster thighs of hers and I 
definitely wasn't going anywhere. 

She laughed heartly at my easy capture and informed me, "Now lets get 
your clothes off." 
 I knew it was useless to struggle. Heck, I had been through this 
before. She expertly removed the sailor costume. The hat was long gone 
and in no time flat she had me naked and stretched out on the bed. 
"Well, sailor boy, it looks like you lost the battle and your ship is 
sunk. I guess Gundy will have to give you mouth to mouth." Before I 
could argue, she had her mouth pressed hard against mine and was probing 
with her tongue. She was exploring my chest with her free hand at the 
same time. She literally engulfed me. All the sensations flooded my 
brain and my one remaining big gun got as hard as a rock. 

She really focused in on her kiss and she was driving me crazy. If I was 
able to talk I would have asked her where a fifteen year old kid learned 
to kiss like that. Her charms were having the expected result. I didn't 
think I would be able to last much longer before Vesuvius erupted. Then 
she cinched it. She grabbed my pulsating organ and began to massage her 
hand up and down my shaft. I lasted about fifteen seconds more before I 
felt my orgasm hit me. I must have spewed cum for ten seconds emptying 
my balls completely. I've had a few orgasms in my life. Hell, I'm twenty 
seven, but none could compare to the ones I had experienced in this 
house. 

"Did you like that my little stud?" She inquired as she returned her cum 
stained hand to my chest, and began to rub again. "Oh  yes!" I moaned. I 
tried to reach up with my mouth to kiss her again as she continued to 
rub my chest. I squirmed in ecstasy as her talented hand made my whole 
body tingle. In just a few minutes this very young girl had reduced me 
to her willing sex slave. 
 
She laughed at my reaction and mashed her mouth on mine once more. She 
must have kissed my mouth and probed my body for ten more minutes, and I 
could see she was getting really excited herself, but I couldn't touch 
her because my hands were trapped. She then turned around, laid on me, 
and her thighs engulfed my head. She started to work on my cock once 
more with her mouth this time. She licked it and blew on it with her hot 
breath. Wow! She could have given Eva lessons. Finally, she engulfed it. 
I stuck my head between her thighs as far as I could and started to lick 
her inviting cunt with relish. I was in heaven. I knew I was going to 
have another orgasm any second. As it shook my body, I wondered where 
all that cum was coming from. I continued to administer to Gundy and 
soon she was screaming with her own rapture. My face was washed with her 
juices and I continued to lick and drink her in. 

She laid on top of me momentarily spent. Her heavy body pushing me into 
the bed. As I regained my senses, I wondered how I had lost it so 
completely and given in to my carnal desires. I had done this with a 
very young teenage girl. My hands were free and I didn't ponder it for 
long. I started to rub her ass cheeks. She moaned and lifted herself up 
slightly to look at me with heavy lidded eyes. 

A few moments later, she changed her position and mine once again. Gundy 
moved her head to the pillow with her legs lightly wrapped around my 
head. I found my face buried in her wet bush. "You were great!" she 
acknowledged. "NOW DO IT AGAIN!" She commanded. In the last few days I 
had really become an expert in the art of pleasing a woman in this 
manner. I was about to get some more practice in. In the next twenty 
minutes or so my manipulations produced two more orgasms for her. She 
was pleased. I was happy to oblige. 

We both just laid there for awhile with me polishing and her twirling 
her fingers in my hair. Occasionally, I would put my hands around one of 
her big thighs and just hold it for while as I kissed it or explored 
it's surface with my tongue. I guess you can say I'm definitely a leg 
man. Who wouldn't be with these women. 

I looked up at her and to my surprise she wasn't smiling. She was giving 
me a stern look. "Do you know what you forgot to do this afternoon?" She 
inquired. I looked at her with a puzzled look and then I remembered. I 
was supposed to tell her to spank me. Forget that I thought and lowered 
my head to her bush again. It didn't work. "I told you it would be much 
worse if you didn't remind me." 
 She then quickly imprisoned my hands once again. "This is going to 
hurt, but you have to learn to obey me," she lectured. 

She moved us over to the side of the bed, and I quickly found myself 
bent over her knee with her other shapely leg holding me in place. Her 
one hand had a firm hold on both of my wrists. "This is going to make me 
sad little one, but I have to discipline." I remembered my mom saying 
something similar to me when I was a kid as the blows started to reign 
down. There was immediate searing pain. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! "Aiieeeee! Please" Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! "Nooooooo! Stoooooop! Pleeaassse!" Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! "I 
beeeegggg Youuuuu! Pleassssee stooooop!" Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
"Merrrccy! Pleeaassse!" Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack!   I was sobbing and my butt was on fire. Gundy was not 
holding back. I struggled but she was far too strong. The blows were 
filling my mind with blazing pain. My world became the rhythm of her 
smacks and the increasing fire on my backside. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Within a minute 
I was crying. The pain had become unbearable. I would have done anything 
for it to stop. I begged, I pleaded, and I tried to reach her one ankle 
with my mouth. If I could have, I would have kissed it. "PLEASSSEEE! 
GUNNNDY! NOOO! MOOOORRRE! My sobs and cries became louder and louder. 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! The whole house probably heard me. But the smacks 
continued with a rhythm my pain wracked brain still tried to keep. 
 
Finally, I heard Brome at the door. "Is everything all right Gundy?" She 
inquired with a hint of worry in her voice. "Uhhh! Huhh! Uhhh! Hhhh! 
Uhhh! I was reduced to sobs. Gundy stopped to answer, "Yes, I just had 
to spank him Brome. HE WAS A VERY BAD BOY!" She yelled above my sobs. 
"Don't ruin him for the rest of us. He still has five days here. 
 I'll get the medical cream and I'll leave it by the door," Brome said 
as I heard her voice trail off down the hall.  

I cried and sobbed for some time. My ass felt like somebody was holding 
a branding iron to it. Then Gundy's mood changed again. "Is my little 
man hurting?" I couldn't answer her. My mind was still focused in on the 
pain. It seemed to me like an obvious question anyway. "I'm sorry, but 
mommy had to punish her little babykins," she cooed as she scooped me up 
and stood holding me in her arms. 

She held me close to her naked breasts and she started to rock and hum a 
little tune. I was still sobbing a little, but her actions did comfort 
me. I buried my head in her shoulder and started to kiss her breasts 
between my sobs. "Please don't hit me any more. I'll be good. You don't 
know how much that hurt?" "Mommy knows, but you have to listen to me. 
When I say something... I mean it! Now say your sorry to mommy." I 
didn't hesitate. I couldn't take anymore pain. "I'm sorry mommy," I 
heard myself saying. She had given me unbelievable pleasure and then 
reduced me to a crying infant in a matter of minutes. 

"The ointment is by the door...Gundy." I heard Brome's voice say in the 
hallway. "Rub it on gently. Do you want me to see to him for awhile?" 
"No thanks, Brome. I can take care of him."  She opened the door and 
took the ointment from Brome. Brome took a quick worried glance at me 
and said, "No more spanking, Gundy. Let him recover tonight." "OK sis! 
He's already apologized and he's stopped crying. I better go apply 
this," she said as she closed the door while Brome tried to get a better 
look at me. 

She gently put me on the bed face down and liberally applied the cream 
with her hands. It burned like hell and felt good all at the same time. 
The pain started to subside and Gundy rubbed in the cream for several 
minutes. "I don't think your butt is too bad," she said. "You should be 
able to sit on it soon with just a little pain." I doubted that, but 
much of the burning had subsided. "I'll let you rest on the bed for an 
hour and then we have to get you ready for my sisters. Would you like 
that?" "Yes, please let me rest a little." 

I rested face down as Gundy busied herself in another part of the room. 
I didn't even look to see what she was doing. In a few minutes my mind 
wandered into peaceful sleep. 

After awhile, I awoke to find my body being moved about and some sort of 
garments being put on me. It stopped in a minute or two and I didn't 
bother to try and see what was going on. I slipped back into a deep 
sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but as I slowly regained awareness 
I found myself cradled in Gundy's arms. She was sitting on a small sofa 
watching TV in the far corner of her room. She was rocking me and 
humming that same tune I heard earlier. 

The pain in my butt was better, but the clothes I was wearing chapped my 
behind, and it hurt a little. The clothes? I glanced down to see what I 
was wearing, and it was far worse than I could have imagined. I had on a 
large diaper or what was a reasonable facsimile of one. Over that was a 
plastic panty or shorts. I also felt that something was on my head, and 
I could feel something tied under my chin. I reached up to touch the 
band and Gundy said sharply, "Baby mustn't touch the pretty pink 
ribbons." "I felt the hat and it felt lacy to the touch. It didn't take 
a genius to figure out it was a baby bonnet. 

"Babykins is awake! Did you have a good little nap?" "Gundy, I can't 
take being a baby. Please, let me change," I pleaded looking into her 
eyes. "Now...now, Gundy knows what's best for her little guy. You 
wouldn't want to be punished again? You remember how it hurt and how 
little babykins cried and cried. Besides it's time you were fed." Fed? 
"I don't want anybody to see me like this...Please," I implored. "The 
girls will be here in a few minutes, and there's nothing you can do 
about it. Stop whining or I'll take you to the bed and really squeeze 
you. You'll think the spanking was a walk in the park compared to the 
full power of my thighs." 

I calmed down. As I had learned, there really was nothing I could do 
against this family of Amazons. I let her gently rock me as I wondered 
what was next. It didn't take long to find out. She got up, still 
holding me, and walked over to her dresser. There was a baby bottle 
warming on a hot plate. She tested the temperature on her wrist. 
"Perfect! Time for baby Jimmy's milk." I hate milk! Of course, this was 
not vocalized. I closed my jaw and was determined not to open it. When I 
wouldn't take the bottle she laughed. "That's no problem!" She said as 
she grabbed my jaw with her thumb and forefinger. The pressure was 
unbearable and my jaw slowly opened. 

We were back on the sofa in no time, and I was sucking on the baby 
bottle. She was watching a Swedish movie. I didn't understand any of it 
and there was no action. Damn! They sure make some dumb movies in 
Sweden. She made sure I sucked all the milk as fast as I could, and 
produced a refill as soon as it was empty. Did I tell you I hate milk. 
As we were walking back I mean as she was walking back, I spotted an 
oversized high chair on the other side of the room. It was going to get 
worse. 

I just finished a second bottle when I heard the girls coming down the 
hall. They trooped in and loved my outfit. Helga had her damn camcorder 
and was setting it and some lights up. Boy! They were prepared. Inga had 
the camera and flash. Helga told Gundy to give a little talk when the 
camcorder was rolling. 

She was a gifted speaker. She went on about the care and feeding of 
little babies. What to feed, how, and when to feed, and even on changing 
a babies diaper. She said to the camera if I messed myself while they 
were here, she would give a demonstration. She produced another baby 
bottle and I had to start that one. I think she must have had a cow in 
the room somewhere. God! I hate milk. As her lecture went on she 
produced a pacifier and that was stuck in my mouth in place of the baby 
bottle. While she explained that little babies should be sucking on 
something at all times. 

Did I mention Gundy was still naked. It seems the Swedes are not 
embarrassed at all about nakedness. In fact the other women were all 
wearing skimpy sleeping attire. I might have been reduced to the roll of 
a baby, but as I looked around the room I couldn't help but get aroused. 
My mouth fell open as I saw Brome for the first time. She was a little 
late to the party. 

She was wearing a matching black bra and panties. They covered very 
little area. A lacy see through nitey covered the upper part of her 
body, and ended at her hips. It was tied at the waist. The nitey hid 
nothing from view.....thankfully. She had on a pair of platform slippers 
that accented her calves. The shoes had little white balls on the instep 
of each toe. She looked magnificent! I got a hard on immediately. As a 
matter of fact, they all looked great, but I couldn't take my eyes off 
Brome. 

As the little movie continued, I was passed to each girl and Helga even 
took her turn at holding me. This family of women were so strong it just 
blew my mind how effortlessly they carried me and moved my body around. 
Brome's turn was last and I found myself wanting to be in her arms. As 
she gently rocked me for the cameras, she bent down and whispered 
directly into my ear. "Are you OK? Don't answer just nod." I shook my 
head yes and stared into those lovely green eyes. They were almost a 
copy of Eva's, but were slightly different. I looked into them and felt 
lost but safe. I wanted to be in that place were those eyes led. I 
wanted to be there always. 

She whispered again into my ear. "Remember, I will always protect you. 
After this week no one will be your mistress...but me." That statement 
startled me, but I knew I was smiling at her. Those eyes just hypnotized 
me. Time seemed to stand still. I couldn't pull away from those eyes. 
She saw my smile and gave me a knowing look. In that moment I knew...I 
was hers. 

Eva saw everything and said, "Hey! What's going on there? No secrets!" 
"I was just nuzzling with babycheeks," Brome replied. "Uh..huh!" Staring 
at Brome a second, and then looking at me, she gave a big sigh and said, 
"I sure hope he's got a brother." The other girls looked a little 
perplexed, but none of this was lost on Helga. 

The second part of the tape featured me in my new baby chair. It had all 
the latest bells and whistles. It was oversized so I could set in it 
comfortably, and it was made of very strong durable wood. A set of wrist 
restraints were attached to the inside posts of the chair. While my 
wrists were held firmly the tray could slide in easily over my captured 
arms. It wasn't to uncomfortable. 

I had to eat an entire jar of some god awful stuff while the cameras 
whined. Gundy dabbed my face with a cloth from time to time while she 
continued to talk. Finally, I was taken out of the chair and another 
bottle was stuck in my mouth. It wasn't a full bottle. Maybe, the cow 
died. Gundy made me drink it quickly. She wanted to get on tape the 
proper procedure for burping a baby. I was put over her shoulder and she 
gently patted me on the back. It was made clear to me that I was 
supposed to make with the sound effects. I proceeded to let out with a 
very audible belch. The girls clapped. Hey! If it makes them happy... I 
had already decided I didn't want to make them angry. 

The ordeal was almost over and Gundy wanted to check if I wet myself. I 
wish she would stop talking about wetting myself. I knew I had to pee 
and I wasn't going to pee while I was in these diapers. She pulled my 
diaper down a bit and stuck her hand in and began to rummage around. 
"He's still not wet," she stated for the cameras. I knew that, but if 
she wanted to check again it was OK with me. 

All the girls filed out waving at me and saying we were going to all 
have some fun tomorrow. I thought it was my rest day. Helga told Gundy 
to bring the high chair down for breakfast. I guess this particular 
ordeal was going to continue into tomorrow. 

In the last hour or so before I was returned to my room, I had to drink 
another bottle of milk. Gundy sat on the sofa, with me, watching Swedish 
TV.......Euch! When I wasn't drinking milk, I had a pacifier stuck in my 
mouth. But for the last half hour, I was allowed to suck and lick 
Gundy's huge firm young breasts. Baby liked this very much! Gundy got 
hot and began to play with herself. I would have really liked to have 
handled that assignment, but I was confined to her breasts. She came for 
about the sixth or seventh time that day... I lost count. I hoped that 
this wouldn't cause another mood swing. Fortunately, it didn't. 

As I was being carried to my room, Gundy playfully tossed me up and 
down. This caused me some distress. I had to go bad and couldn't wait to 
use the facilities. Unfortunately for me, I was told I wasn't allowed to 
use them. I had to go in my diaper and Gundy would change it in the 
morning. She also told me in no uncertain terms that there better be 
something there in the morning, and under no circumstances could I take 
the diaper off. 

Well, at least I was in my room, but there was no chance of escape. The 
door was locked from outside. I remembered the iron screen and laughed 
as I now knew what it was for. Lying in bed I decided just to pee and 
forget about it. I didn't relish another beating. 

The house was quiet and I started to think about the blur that was the 
previous two days. My mind kept coming back to one scene. The huge green 
eyes that stared down at me earlier tonight. She was an Amazon goddess 
and she said that I would be hers. I didn't know if I loved her yet, but 
I couldn't imagine living without her after this week. There was one 
absolute certainty though. My life would never be the same again. My 
mind was filled with her as my body slowly dissolved into a deep sleep.