Bettypooh Posted October 8, 2012 Posted October 8, 2012 This story contains AB, DL, Crossdresing, Bondage, Sex, Fear-play, Gay sex, Humiliation, Hope, Despair, and just about any other strong emotion you can imagine. It is an ongoing tale of life between two seemingly normal people who happen to be made for each other in a very strange way. It moves slowly at times but so does real life. None of the characters is based on any real-life people but some of me is in it in every character. More chapters will be added so until I say it is done check in for updates. I hope you enjoy it. Preface: Life takes you to places you could never dream of or imagine when you're young. In life you never know where you're going to wind up at or how you're going to get there. You make plans and try then you find that things aren't quite what you'd planned. This is a story of how two lives evolved into far more than most people can imagine, indeed far more than they may have dreamed of themselves. Those who enjoy life best are those who follow their hearts, and if they are lucky they find the right person to share the journey with. Here are two people who let their hearts guide them into the unknown..... ~ONE~ It had been a rough week at work, and the traffic getting home had been terrible. Jim rounded the curve and saw his driveway, then smiled saying "Ah, home at last!" knowing he could now relax. He felt the stress melting away and when he opened the door it disappeared as he smelled the spices in the air from his wife's cooking. "Hi Sherri" he called out, not seeing her in the kitchen. From somewhere in back he heard her say "Hi Jim, be out in a minute". Jim turned left into the living toom and sat on the sofa, taking the stack of mail from the coffee table as he sat. Going through it, he sorted the junk out and placed that in a stack on the coffee table- he always left it so Sherri could look through it later. He opened the few that he kept- offers from things he was affiliated with and reciepts from where the bank had paid his bills automatically. One letter seemed interesting, offering a free weekend at a cabin from a outdoor magazine he had subscribed too- it was a sweepstakes prize for their subscribers. He checked it out and sure enough, there seemed to be no strings attached. He heard Sherri in the hall so he stood up and laid those letters down. He saw here enter the room and stepped over for a kiss. She was beautiful to him always, but he loved the green dress she had on, and the red-trimmed white apron over it just made her prettier. The kiss was all it took for Jim to know all was well, it was longer than usual and more intimate. He still asked her how her day had been anyway. She said it had been OK and that she had gotten some groceries on the way home from her work. Jim was proud that she had done so well with her thrift shop in just two years, especially now that she had someone else working so she could work when she wnated to, usually 5 or 6 hours a day. He followed her into the hall, turning toward the bedroom as she headed for the kitchen. He smiled as he saw what Sherri had laid out for him to wear tonight and he began changing. At the dinner table Jim mentioned the cabin offer, and Sherri said they might as well take it- they could both use a small vacation like that. Jim said he'd check the details after dinner, which was pasta, and Sherri's pasta was simply the best. She was an excellent cook, something he discovered only after thay had gotten married. His mind drifted back to how strange their dating relationship had been- and how well it had turned into a lifetime of happiness. They had been dating for months, sort of off and on since Jim had a screwy work schedule and Sherri had her studies at college. It was only once or twice a week that they could spend a few hours together, and sex was even rarer but this was more than that. Tonight they had decided to do a movie. Sherri had been the one to suggest the drive-in and convinced him to go. It was autumn and the evenings a bit chilly but she wanted to, so he agreed. The place was old and not in the best of shape, it remained open mainly as nostalgia since there were almost no drive-ins left anywhere. They made extra money opening as a flea market weekend days which was probably what kept the place open. They closed in the cold months just like many did in the old days, so this was probably the last chance they'd have this year. Somewhere in the middle of the movie Jim had gotten playful, his mind more on them having a screw than seeing the movie, a spaghetti western they had both seen several times which was a lead-in to the romance Sherri wanted to watch. Sheri seemed to be a bit bothered by his attention so he chilled, and they returned to simply snuggling. It wasn't cold yet, but there was a breeze which made it feel that way and they had rolled the car windows most of the way up to keep it out. Jim felt the gas building up in him, and playfully said " I think I'm going to fart", more as a joke to get a response from Sherri than anythuing ill-intentioned. She looked at him crossly and said "If you do that I'll spank your butt" as if she were chiding a child. Jim said "Oh, you think you can?" Without hesitation Sherri said " I know I can. And if you fart in this car and make me prove it then I will". This time her voice sounded serious, not playful, and Jim wasn't sure how to take it so he said "Betcha can't", hoping to keep her interest. She just said "You'd better not" slowly, and she turned to the screen. They went back to watching the movie but before long he knew he was going to fart, so he reached for the door handle to step out for Sherri's sake. She asked what he was doing and he told her. Sherri said "OK, but you remember what I said about doing it in the car." Jim chuckled and pulled the door handle, and began to open it. Just as he started to get out he felt her grab his arm. And it wasn't like anything before- this was like a vise and it actually hurt, though not a lot. He looked over and Sherri was facing the screen, smiling. He wondred what the heck she was doing, then he tried to pull away. As he did her grip increased, her eyes still on the screen, but with the smile growing bigger. Jim felt the gas coming fast, he had to get out now so he jerked against her grip, thinking he could slip out that way. But not this time- he couldn't tell who moved first but at that exact moment Sherri had clamped down hard on his arm painfully and he didn't slip out like he planned. He said "Ouch!" at the pain and was about to ask her what the heck she was doing when he farted- loudly. Through all this Sherri had remained staring at the screen smiling, hardly moving except for her arm and hand, which was now relasing him. He saw her rolling down the window on her side, still looking at the screen. Then she turned to him and said "I warned you." matter-of-factly. He was about to protest when she said "Shhhh" putting a finger to her lips in a gesture for him to be quiet as she turned back to the screen. The breeze had cleared the air and it was chilly, so Jim closed his door. He couldn't figure her out, or why she'd done all this. More than anything he was amazed by her strength. You would have never guessed that looking at her average build. Sherri wasn't muscular, but his arm was still aching. Sherri leaned into him and they snuggled some more as she rolled her window up. The other movie had been going awhile when Jim felt frisky again, and this time Sherri didn't resist. And just like the drive-ins in the days of old, some car windows got steamed up as love was made in the semi-darkness and that included Jim's car tonight. Like kids they giggled at the craziness of it all afterward as they struggled to get their clothes back on- they seemed to come off so easily that you'd think getting them back on would be easy, but it isn't even in a big car which this wasn't. Sherri and Jim got to see the last half of the movie together, looking forward to more bedtime fun when it ended. This was one of those rare times where Sherrri could spend the entire night with him since she didn't have any morning classes and Jim didn't have to work till noon either. They were both playful when they got to Jim's apartment and in no time were bouncing his bed in bliss. He didn't know how long they had been at it but he was tired and Sherri seemed to be getting that way too, so after a finale, they cleaned up and lay down to sleep together. Jim had totally forgotten her threat. Jim woke to an empty bed, and looked at the alarm clock which read 8:15. Sherri should be there so he called out her name, hearing her reply from the bathroom. He got up and went to the kitchen to start coffee which they both needed, to find the pot was almost finished brewing. He went back to the bedroom and put clean underwear on and heard the bathroom door open. Sherri had already dressed and they met with a long deep kiss. After that, Sherri smiled, but it was different somehow- Jim had never seen her face quite like this before so he didn't know what to think. Then Sherri spoke, and just like her face, her voice was somehow different too. "I see you've got your underwear on, that will do just fine". As she was speaking, she was herding him toward he bed which he allowed her to do, thinking some fun was planned. Continuing, she said "I told you last night what I'd do if you farted in the car and now that's going to happen so lay face down Jimmy, and take what you've got coming". As she said this she had pushed him onto the bed and rolled him face down. Now she grabbed his right arm and drew it up behind him. She pulled it only just enough so that he had to let her have her way, she wasn't hurting him although her grip was pretty firm. And after last night he had no doubt that she could change that anytime she wanted to, so he didn't resist. He was looking at her and saw her smiling, a gleam in her pretty green eyes like fire that he somehow couldn't resist. They had always drawn him in, almost irresistibly. She said "Turn your head the other way Jimmy" so he did. She had never called him Jimmy either. He knew what was coming so he steeled himself to deal with it. In a moment he felt her begin, a steady series of stern but not hard slaps on his butt, maybe twenty times, but ending in one huge slap that stung him, making him twitch. "So there! You'll do what you're told now!" he heard her say. He felt her let go of his arm and she helped him stand. He faced her wondering what he'd see, and in her eyes he saw happiness and love. She pulled him toward him with a hug, holding his head to the side of hers saying "I just felt like doing that, I hope you don't mind. You know I love you and I'd never hurt you, but I've always wanted to do that to a guy, and well- you're my guy!" Her other hand was rubbing his back gently as she spoke. Jim was a mass of confused feelings at this point. He found all this somehow soothing inside of him, a peacefulness unlike anything he'd ever felt before, a much deeper feeling than he could have imagined. His butt kept hurting more and more but that was nothing. It just wasn't right somehow, but this felt almost as good as an orgasm. Jim was shocked and ashamed, trying to hide that. He had, of course, heard about BSDM but he never had the first clue he might enjoy it- in fact he'd had a lot of laughs with his buddies talking about doing it to someone else, and how much fun it would be to have a girl who liked to be spanked. A couple guys spoke of actually doing it but nobody knew if that was true or just bravado- guys do not question his buddies on things like this. Sherri was easing herself as if to separate, but Jim held on to her. She tightened her hold a bit too, her hand moving from his back to his butt, still gently massaging. They stood in silence this way for several seconds before letting go. That seemed to happen mutually, something Jim had noticed about Sherri from the start, She was exactly on his wavelength on so many things and that was why he went gaga over her so quickly. Once apart they gazed at each other. Jim thought he felt his face redden, embarrassed at himself for liking what had happened. Her eyes where big and filled with wonder. Jim was about to say he was sorry though he didn't know exactly what for- he just felt as if he had to say it. Sherri spoke at the exact moment he was about to begin and said in a very quiet voice "Shhhh. Don't say a word". Jim leaned forward and kissed Sherri on her left cheek. After that all was normal till they parted at noon- all but Jim that is; he now had something to think about that he couldn't get it off of his mind. The distraction itself wasn't a bother, but the subject it was about was. He was completely blown away that he had actually enjoyed the spanking, and he wondered how in the world he was going to deal with that.
Bettypooh Posted October 8, 2012 Author Posted October 8, 2012 ~TWO~ As they finished eating Jim saw Sherri's eyes and a special gleam there. He was thrilled to see it because he knew something good was going to happen. He had guessed that when Sherri had laid out a pair of black satin brief panties for him to wear tonight. They were his, just as many other things were that were stashed away in the 'toybox' on the closet shelf. He wasn't allowed to go into it unless she told him too, and he never felt the need to because she was always in time with him when it came to playing around. He felt lucky to have the most special, perfect girl in the world as his wife. Without a word, Jim cleared the table after dinner- it was his chore and he got punished if he didn't do it unasked. Sherri didn't hold back for punishments and she was a strong woman- in some ways even stronger than him. Just for fun, sometimes he would 'forget' one of his chores, or tell her "no" when he wasn't supposed to so she would give him some of the special attention he craved so deeply. She always knew when he did it intentionally and acted as if he was going to get her full wrath for that, but only occasionally did she go all-out when he did this, only enough to keep him guessing. She said he had to be kept guessing and never know what to expect or he would become complacent. And she was in charge of their personal life together, just as Jim knew she should be. Together they had explored many things and some of them were not to his liking. If she felt the same way they might cease, but sometimes they were used for his punishments. They had agreed long ago that if they ever tried something without stopping before it was finished, that it would always be a possibility after that. He had rarely used their safe word, her either. She liked to be on the receiving end sometimes too, which Jim did for her as well as he could, but he wasn't very good at it- it was not his natural role with Sherri. She said it was good enough for her though, so he was pleased at that. He knew his place and she was very good with hers. They chatted somewhat idly as they cleaned up after dinner. When finished she hung up her apron as Jim stood there, waiting to be told what to do. That was what she expected of him when he was in panties. And he hoped he was about to be told to prepare for a spanking. But instead she said to turn on TV so he went to their living room where he did that, then he sat on the sofa waiting for her. He heard her going to their bedroom and he wondered what she would be wearing when she returned. That would give him a clue as to what to expect later. His happy hopes fell away when Sherri came into the living room and sat down next to him. She had on a black leotard and that meant she was mad at him. Tonight was going to be a painful one and Jim wondered why but he dared not ask. He swallowed the lump in his throat as Sheri watched, her eyes piercing him deep onto his very soul. He knew she could see his fear and she enjoyed it- it was all part of their game. He also knew this was real trouble, and not a playful game. In a high pitched, sickly-sweet voice she began "Now Jimmy, you know I asked you to take out the trash this morning didn't I?" In a flash Jim understood now. "Yes ma'am." he replied. "And you didn't do it, did you?" she asked again, her voice becoming less sweet and more intense as she spoke. "No ma'am. " Jim answered in a lowered and shamed voice, just as he was feeling inside. Their eyes locked together, all he could do now was wait and see when he was going to face the music. "TV for now Jimmy, but think about what you've done." she said, then she turned away. He sat silently, as he was supposed to. There wasn't much for him to be considering- he had screwed up and he was going to hurt for that. But it was only not taking the trash out and it wasn't a big thing. After awhile she asked for him to read to her aloud about the cabin, which he did, and then they talked about us as if nothing else was happening. Then they found a show on TV they wanted to see and sat in silence to it's end. Without looking away from the TV Sheri said quietly "Go to the bedroom Jimmy, and get ready". Jim obeyed, taking off all but the panties, folding his other clothes carefully and laying them on top the dresser just as he was supposed to. Then he laid down on the bed, face down, his head turned away from the door and his arms by his side. Just as she liked things, he had no clue how long he would have to wait there. Sometimes it was mere minutes, and sometimes all night and she would sleep on the sofa, then take care of business in the morning. The only thing which was certain was that before he left that bed, he was going to be punished for his mistake. And that since this wasn't intentional he was going to really get it whenever it came, whatever it was. Jim was scared because he knew what she could do after living with her all these years. And Sherri liked it that way. It took him awhile to sense the extra warmth under him from the rubber sheet on the bed. This usually meant he'd be waiting all night so she had protected the mattress knowing he might have to pee before he could get up. She taunted him badly when that happened, threatening to make him act like a little boy since he wet the bed like one. That he was in panties didn't change his gender role in a wet bed, though when dry it was a time a for playing as a girl, which he liked doing. Of course she knew that, and like everything else she played with it well. Occasionally she even let him be a little girl when he wanted to, and he was always allowed to wear his panties when he wanted to- he was even allowed to choose which ones, but she had to get them from the toybox that he wasn't allowed to touch. As he waited he always thought about this crazy life and how good she was to him in so many ways while being his nemesis in others. He didn't like these painful 'lessons' because they hurt more than he could take, but he knew she needed them and he had to endure them to make her happy- so endure them he did. He had to do it for he couldn't live without her, he couldn't take the chance that she would need more than he would give. Jim heard her enter the room and open a dresser drawer, which she shut abruptly. He waited, and his heart began to beat faster- it wouldn't be long now. He would take whatever it was, and then it would be over and he could get on with life once again. "Well, well. How pretty you look laying there, and those smooth panties so thin and wispy on you" Sherri began, as she gently rubbed his butt. "Let's get the first part over with" she added on a seemingly happy voice, and as her hand drew away he braced himself. Whap! it was a belt Jim felt, and swung hard too. He waited for the rest but there was nothing. "Now for the rest" she said. He wondered what it would be. Sherri barked out "PEE!" right in his ear- it actually hurt his ear as he felt her warm breath. He had never expected this, it was something new, but as scared as he was and with the shock of her screaming in his ear, it was pretty easy for him to let go. As soon as the flow started she yelled in his ear again "All of it!". Jim didn't need any more encouragement, his body tensed as he pushed out pee with all his might, the bed growing wet and warm under him. Finally there was no more. Push as he might, his bladder was empty. The bed under him felt really soaked, there was more pee than he had imagined. In an almost normal voice Sherri said "Turn over" so Jim did. She stood there with the belt in one hand and the other hidden behind her, letting him look into her eyes a moment before she laid the belt on the dresser then slowly revealed the other hand, holding a pair of scissors. She'd never cut him before- they agreed that was a taboo they wouldn't cross- so what were they for? She spoke now, it the same calm, normal voice "You know you didn't take the trash out so you know what this is about. Now do you realize that this was the tenth time you've done ths since we've been together?" Jim knew she was still mad- her hands were on her hips abnd her head forward, and then there were her eyes- he had no doubt this was not over yet. "No ma'am, I didn't know...." she spoke angrily cutting him off "Yes, ten times. It seems that you've developed a really bad habit. Almost trained that way, I'd say. And we can't have that can we?" She waited for his answer "No ma'am" Jim replied glumly. Now Sherri seemed to be a little happier- but not enough for Jim to lower his guard. "That's right" she said, sounding triumphant "and we're not going to have it happen again either. I've been reading a book that someone brought to my store about how to teach people things. It's got a part about habits in it. It seems that habits go deeply, and that you can't change them and keep them corrected unless something very strong happens to change the habit. So we're going to have to do that with you." Sherri paused, pointing the scissors toward him as she spoke. "Now I guess you are wondering what these are for" she said, now holding the scissors in front of her and looking at them. Then she took her other hand and removed them, reaching toward Jim with them, handles first. "Take them" she said, so he did. He held them around the handles but she seemed to want him to put his hand in them properly so he did, then he looked up at her again, waiting for he knew not what. She had a sinister smile on her face as she opened the dresser drawer, removing a pair of his underwear then holding them out to him. "Cut them up." she ordered quietly, so Jim did. When they were in three pieces she handed him another pair, saying "These too". This went on till she said "That's it- all gone and never coming back. Now hand me the scissors". Jim did so, handles first, and Sherri took them, laying them next to the belt. She smiled and said "Now you kiss each piece goodbye then hand it to me. Every piece and say goodbye to every one". Jim did it. It was weird like never before, everything. It seemed ridiculous kissing and saying goodbye to his underwear. That would leave him with only panties, and he and Sherri knew he liked wearing them. Jim guessed that this was going to now be forced on him but he could hardly see it as punishment. So why were they doing this? Whatever- so long as she didn't reach for that belt he didn't care. He kissed the last piece, told it "goodbye" handed it to Sherri and waited. She placed them all in the trash can by the nightstand. She turned around and almost giggled, saying "I'll bet this trash can will be emptied properly without my asking. And as for you, well it's your bedtime so wet panties and all go to sleep" as she walked to the door, taking the belt and scissors with her. She turned the light out and closed the door almost all the way, then she stuck her head back in and said "By the way, part two isn't over but don't worry, that's all for now. You stay in bed and I'm sleeping on the couch. Goodnight Jimmy". Jim said "Goodnight" and that was it. Jim was totally lost with it all. Sherri had never acted like this, never even anything close to it. When she was mad, she acted quickly or at least did something harsh after letting him worry awhile. But she never walked away doing almost nothing- never. He knew that he would now have to wear panties everywhere, even to work. She knew he didn't like that, and she'd used that for punishment a few times. He worried when he went in like that, but nothing ever had happened so he figured he'd get by. Not that he had any choice in the matter. But he couldn't figure out why so little punishment for her being so mad? He could make no sense of that at all. There was more coming- she said there was, so there would be- but what? With so many things possible he couldn't begin to know. All he could do was wait- and hope it wasn't too bad. The next day he woke up, a bit uncomfortable in the still wet bed, but needing to pee. He knew he had to wait for her permission to get out of bed so he waited for Sherri awhile. As the need to pee grew strong he coughed, hoping she would hear it and come in so he could get up and go to the bathroom. Nothing happened. A couple minutes later he coughed again, loudly. He knew she heard him- she had to, but she still didn't appear. His bladder ached as he waited. He was about to cough again when the movement of the door caught his eye. Sherri was in a pink nightgown, and she came up to his face, leaned over and kissed him sweetly on his forehead. In a soft and gentle voice she said "Good morning" as she pulled the covers down. She looked down at his crotch and smiled, then looked back to his eyes and said, "Something tells me you've got to pee. So do it". Jim found it hard to do now, but after a couple false starts a river of warm pee flowed into his panties warming them, then soaked into the clammy sheets, warming them too. Sherri giggled and said "OK now. Get up and take care of all this- you know what to do. And don't forget" she pointed to the trash can. Jim smiled- and he wasn't going to forget the trash can or the one in the kitchen either. As he rose, Sherri was headed for the closet where she removed the box, placing it on the end oft he bed where it was dry and taking all of his panties out, then putting the box back. "These go into your lingerie drawer Jimmy. Do that too, then shower and dress and I'll have breakfast done". Jim gave her a smile filled with love, for he knew he loved her more than life itself. She was what made his life worth living. And he loved making her happy. In short order the bed was stripped, the rubber sheet rinsed and hanging in the shower on the towel rack to dry, the bed sheets and blanket in the washing machine which he started, and the bed re-made with fresh everything tucked in nice and tight and pretty. Jim showered and as he went into the bathroom he could smell breakfast cooking. Suddenly he was starving so he hurried along. A few minutes later he went to the bedroom to get dressed, but she had laid nothing out for him. That meant he could choose what to wear. He looked in his 'lingerie drawer' as she called it. He'd have to call it that too now. It was prettier than ever with his panties neatly folded. He picked out a pair of purple bikinis and put them on, adjusting his anatomy till they fit right, then finished dressing and headed to the kitchen. All was normal there, he had half expected Sherri to ask which panties he had on but she didn't. They cleaned up together and Jim took the trash out which made Sherri smile. Being Saturday he didn't need to wait for her to tell him what to do so he went for another cup of coffee and sat back down at the kitchen table. Sherri did the same. Jim gazed at her beautiful green eyes as if mesmerized. He spoke first "Sherri, I love you. I can't imagine a life without you, and every time I see those eyes I fall in love with you all over again. If I ever forgot to say thank you let me say it now." Sherri smiled and said "You know it's mutual Jim. We're made for each other and I love you too." That was enough conversation for the moment as they sat there, content to just be in the same room alone with each other, waking up with coffee together. Finally Sherri said "You know, you don't have a lot of panties so we need to buy you some more. When we finish our coffee we're going shopping for some more. We will pick them out together but I'm going to have the last word on which ones we get for you. And I'm going to get you some special ones. I've been thinking about them and I doubt you will like those choices but you will do as you're told, won't you?" Jim laughed and said "Now you know I will- I don't have any other choice do I?" Sherri giggled and said "Wimp. " Jim stick his tongue out at her and Sherri laughed, almost spilling her coffee in the process, but getting it back on the table safely before that happened. "With you I'm always a wimp. I can't say no even when I want to" Jim said after they had calmed down. Sherri replied "Well, there are times when you're the opposite and I like them too. A lot. But yes, you know I wear the pants around here". Jim smiled and looked down at his crotch, then looked up and said "Yes and it seems I'm wearing the panties. Annnnd (he drew that word out) it looks like it's permanent". Sheri smiled big again. Something else lurked behind those twinkling green eyes and he knew it was significant. Jim waited, hoping she woul'd give him a hint but she didn't. He have to wait to see what she had planned but he was used to waiting. Soon their coffee was done and they were driving to she store. Sheri explained that he was going to have to deal with being there with her and with it not being hidden that the panties they were buying were for him. She wouldn't be blatant about it but it was not to be hidden either. And if anyone asked he was going to have to tell the trith, that the panties were his, not hers. Jim almost shuddered at the thought of seeing someone he knew, but that wasn't likely this early on a Saturday morning. Just thinking aloud he said "I wonder how many I need?" "At least five or six. I can't think of going to more stores than that. Jim almost drove into the ditch but saved the car as he gasped "What do you mean by that? Aren't we just going to one store? He looked at her and Sherri said "Well, you know we should. I mean wouldn't it be fun to just buy one pair at each store?" Jim couldn't tell if she meant that or not. He looked back to the driving and groaned. When he did Sherri laughed and said "I had you going there, didn't I? Well just one store won't do- it should be two. If we buy that many at once atone store, the clerk will be suspicious. Women never buy more than 2 or 3 pairs of panties at once, and even that is pushing it. If we buy them all at once it will arouse suspicion and you don't want that do you?" Jim said "Well, OK. But please- just two stores. I'll go nuts if I have to do more". Sheri said "Fine- but I have to be able to find the special ones before we stop shopping no matter how many stores that takes, but I think the two stores I have in mind will do". Jim said "I hope so", and he really did.
Bettypooh Posted October 8, 2012 Author Posted October 8, 2012 ~THREE~ Through the years, you learn your mate. Hopefully you don't become bored with them. The seven year itch, the divorces, the flings, the mid-life crisis. Call it what you will, but it happens when you run out of variety, and life tofether becomes routine and boring. That would never happen with Sherri, she was always finding something new. And Jim, poor boy. He put up with things like this just to get the same thing in a milder flavor from her. Strange, strange indeed. Wht hadn't he left her long ago, back when she began overdoing it? But he knew he couldn't. Sure, there were other women who'd satisfy his needs, but would they have ever found them like Sherri did? And what about the rest, her deep love for him which he knew was there, even if it didn't show at times like these? For Jim that was a real joy most of the time. Sherri had to have her thing as much as he did, he knew that. And she could get it elsewhere too. Easier than him. No, he loved Sherri, even like this- there could be no other. They were really and truly made for each other. Better not screw up and lose this one. He wouldn't let that happen. All these thoughts ran through his head as he recovered from the experience. He had been standing there with eyes closed, recovering from it all. He thought it was time to try pulling his panties up so he leaned down and felt the bra digging in- he had almost forgotten about it. He pulled his panties in place and looked down at the bra, seeing the panties beyond it. They looked out of place on him but they were pretty. The panties he liked, and he was learning tio hate the bra quickly. It was uncomfortable in a big way. Not as bad as his butt though, not by miles. He went to look for Sherri. He knew her need wasn't quite over. He had learned that she stil didn't like this part of herself, especially with him. But she couldn't stop either. He found her in the kitchen wiping the counters off in something of a daze. Without a word he gently turned her round and hugged her, never looking in her eyes, for she hated to see his pain afterwards. They just stood there hugging and swaying for however long it took, the only thing mattering was each other, and knowing that there was nothing to forgive or apologize for in either one of them. The bra was distracting but he pushed it out of his mind for now. Finally Sherri was OK again. They separated and she looked in his eyes with hers a mix of sadness but with that special fire burning in them that said she'd be fine now. Her eyes dropped to the bra, and she looked at it for a moment. She began smiling and in a giggly voice said "Oh my. I do like that" Jim was hoping for something different in response.Sherri looked at him and frowned "I can see that you don't. Well, you know how it goes. You didn't expect anything different did you?" Jim lied and said "I guess not" trying to smile. She quickly reached behind him and smacked his butt, and he said "ow!" The sadness in here eyes was gone now, the fire brilliant, and she said "That's for lying. It stays, Go get some clothes on you little sissy!" Jim stuck his tongue out at her and ran way, she chased him for a few steps then let him win. Soon all his salin was covered and hidden and he found her in the living room. She said "Let's get some dinner. I''m starving". Jim hadn't noticed the time, he looked at the clock and realized it was far later than he thought. They decided on pizza, even though it was going to take awhile on a Saturday night. They got licky and landed the table in the corner. It was the spot where they first ate together so long ago. The place had changed hands several times since then so everything had changed but there was still a table in the corner by the window and it would always be special. The pizza here was the best in town, a far cry from the sandwich shop it started as. Waiting for the waitress, who was a college girl they'd never seen before, Jim said "I think I'll tell her I want a cheeseburger all the way just for fun". Sherri leaned froward and quietly said "If you do I'll tell her you have a bra on" then leaned back. Jim said :Ok, OK. I'll be nice." and Sherri smiled. The bra was awful on him, and he despised it now. It felt like it was cutting him in two. "Told you so" Sherri said. Just then the waitress came over and the ordered. No cheeseburger was mentioned either. They looked around at the younger crowd in there. They remembered what it was like but weren't so old that they were out of place. They didn't have a lot to say to each other, preferring to listen to the chatter around them and comment on it to each other. Leaving was an aural relief, the silence outside deafening somehow. They headed home and watched TV awhile, then Sherri got up and tirned the TV off, Jim smiled because that meant bedtime. That night Sherri fairly raped him. It was some of the most intense sex they ever had and she had driven him crazy playing with him through his panties before letting him go. She'd teased him with ice cubes in his bra before that he had to beg her to remove, that felt crazy cold. He was quite relieved when she took the bra of of him, and he shuddered and moaned when her hot tongue slid over his nipples, the cold having made them super-sensitive. The rest was unbelievable and went on for hours. She was always her best after one of her outbursts, the ying against the yang of her need to beat him. This was how Jim got over it. He woke to an empty bed, the aroma of coffee and breakfast told him she had been up awhule. His butt still hurt but not too bad, and last night?- oh yeah! He used the bathroom and heard Sherri say :Good morning" outside the door. She'd be getting his clothes ready. And that was something to look forward to; this was Sunday and she always aimed for comfort on Sunday. Finished, he went to the bedroom, only to find she had aet out a pair of pants, no shirt, and the special 'granny-panties'. He sighed and put them on. The panties were far above his pants, and he pulled then down a bit, then went to the kitchen. Sherri turned to him for a kiss, then she said :Oh. that won't do" looking at his waist. She reached over and pulled the panties up, and said "There" brightly. Jim said "What;s that all about?" and she replied. "That's what makes them special. They ride high and with a short shirt, well..." she was smiling deviously. "Umm.." Jim replied, not sure what to think. He got coffee and sat down, Sherri right there with the food. As he woke up more they chatted. Then Sherri said "Those panties are so you don't get out of hand. If you do I send you to work in them. With a short shirt of course". Jim had to think before speaking. He couldn't say 'You wouldn't dare' ot she'd take it as a challenge. He couldn't say 'OK' because that was a lie. "I see". was his answer. Sherri giggled and said "And so will everyone else". Jim thought aloud "Why did I ever hook up with this crazy woman?" Sherri laughed and said "Because you like being bashed, and because I like doing it" brightly. Jim grinned and said "Ouch. The truth hurts". " More than what?" she asked. Another trap, so he went back to eating. In a softer voice Sherri asked "How's your butt this morning?" Jim almost dropped his fork- she never asked about the aftermath- never! "OK I guess" he said, looking at her trying to figure out why she'd asked. Sherri said "I was just... I just..." then she sighed. He could see she was struggling so he smiled "It's fine. It's always fine with you" She seemed better now. They cleaned up the dishes as usual then Jim saw the trash- he had to take it out. But not without a shirt to cover the panties! But she hadn't given him one. He was pushing things a bit to ask and he knew it, but he had to. Can I get a shirt dear? I have to take the trash out or someone will beat me". He hoped she'd see the humor in ut. She did, saying "OK, we can't have the neighbors laughing themselves to death, can we?" Jim headed to the bedroom and buttoned on a long sleeved- and long-tailed- shirt, then did his chore. When he came back in Sherry was in the living room sitting on the sofa. When their eyes met she said "You forgot something". Jim thought but couldn't see what she was talking about. From behind her she pulled out the bra "Your bra. Put it on". He rolled his etes as he put his hand out. Sherri smiled and stick her tongue out at him, saying "Sissy!" He did what she asked, same as before, but making sure nothing was twisted. As he reached for his shirt she said "Hold on a second. Reach your arms behind you. I want to see how far they can go". Jim did as she looked, then went for the shirt. She was shaking her hear saying "Oh my. We've got a long way to go loosening you up. Why, you're miles away from doing what you're going to learn to do- putting your bra on properly. I think it's going to take a lot of practice". He saw she wasn't totally joking. He said "Can we do that later? I'm kind of....I'm not in the mood really". He didn't want to say 'sore' and set her back. She smiled and said "Yeah. Later will do". Finished with the shirt he sat next to her and said "Any plans today?" She said "Well I was going to tie you up in the front yard with just your panties on, then I thought about taking you shopping- without the shirt of course. Then I thought about...." Jim cut her off "OK, OK. So you've got nothing planned. So what should we do today? For real?" Sherri said "I don't know. Got any ideas?" Jim thought. He really didn't. But that wouldn't do. Well, we could tie you up in the frint yard, wearing my under- wait, I don't have any do I? Oh darn, that's out". Sherri laughed and pinched him in the side. He waited a second and said "Ow" in a monotone voice. She pinched him again, harder. Jim smiled and said "Don't get me started!", the tone of his voice letting her know that he was up to some playtime. She leaned into him and said "Well, that always works. I'd avoid your butt if you want to do that." Jim smiled and said "Well you just take the fun out of everything". Her laughing got him going too. Finally Jim said "I really don't care what we do today so long as I'm with you". She smiled and said "I'll think of something then. And not that!" she emphasized 'that' as if it were something bad. Jim felt the bra digging in already. How in the world would he ever get used to it? Maybe she'd back off on that. You never knew with her. And he liked it that way, well most of the time. "Got it. Let's take a walk in the park. You remember we used to do that a lot when we first bought the house". Jim said "That sounds nice. And remember we used to do that only because we were so broke paying for the house that we couldn't do anything else. This will be different- and nicer too". She agreed and they got ready to go. She did have him change his shirt "you can kind of see your bra under that. I'll get you a better one. You're not a voyeur- well not yet". "And I hope I don't become one either" Jim added. Sherri simply smiled. With it being past the prime of summer, there were not as many people in the park as there would have been even just a week ago, so they had some privacy to speak most of the time as they wanted the path around the perimeter. It wended through both trees and forest edges and open grass. They talked of the cabin, and how it should be even prettier there, and of the things the brochure which came with the letter mentioned- a creek, hiking trails, forests, hills, and grasslands. They even planned some for it's semi-remoteness, the nearest store being a 20 minute drive and anything more another 20. They'd not be going out to eat or for anything else while they were there. Jim joked that it would give them plenty of time to play in bed, but Sherri said that would be kind of wasting it, they could do that all they wanted anywhere. He saw her point and said"I guess you're right". She smiled and said "I always am". and they both chuckled at the deeper meaning of that. They came to a set of benches, one on each side of the trail. On one was an old woman, seemingly happy feeding the birds with some seeds she had. Sherri tugged Jim toward the opposite bench discretely so they sat down and said hello. After the informal introductions and the usual small talk about the weather and such, Sherri asked if she came here often The old lady (whose name was Judy) said "Sometimes. You see, back when my husband Bill was still alive we'd come here maybe once a month- at least when it was warm enough- and we'd walk and talk and feed the birds. I really liked that. It's kind of different now he's gone but sometimes I kind of feel like he's still sitting here next to me, and I like that too. So I still come here when it's warm enough, kind of for nostalgia's sake. Sherri looked at Jim warmly. And Jim, who usually didn't warm up to strangers quickly, said "That's kind of why we're here today too. We used to come here a lot too several years ago. We didn't have much money then when we were first married so that kind of led us here". Jim now smiled at Sherri. Judy said "Well I wonder why we didn't run into each other then. I guess we weren't much paying attention to anyone else though. People are like that you know, especially when they're young". Judy looked down and got another hand-full of seeds from her bag. Jim and Sherri looked at each other, both seeming to realize that they were not exactly young anymore themselves. There was something unsettling in that feeling for Jim, he had never thought much about growing old. He hoped it never happened to him but he knew it would. He determined to resist it as long as he could. He could imagine Bill sitting across from him, old, bent, and tired. Jim thought that the opposite end of life would be a lot better than that. Sherri said "We care about people but you have to learn to develop that in yourself. You're right- when you're young you just don't think about the bigness of the world, all the other people in it. You just see the little world close to you, the things and the people that you live with on a daily basis. The rest doesn't matter as long as your own life is going fine and all your needs are taken care of". Judy smiled and said "You've got that right Sherri, I think we spend our lives looking at things the wrong way. Everyone matters. But what matters most is the people closest to you.You never know how much you need them till they're gone. You never realize what they do for you. You don't learn to really appreciate them till they are not around anymore. We all have to grow up, to grow old, and maybe when we lose that simple outlook in life in taking on the world we lose who we really are. There's a lot to be said in knowing that someone is there to take care of you. Maybe we're all fooling ourselves thinking we grow up and don't need that anymore. You have to take on the world but you have to have that home too where the world can't get to you, a place to get back to what matters most- the ones you love". It seemed like Judy was missing Bill too much- of course that's natural. But it was sad. Sherri said "Yes, we do need that, but we learn to get by anyway. Still there's a lot to be said for admitting that we need someone to take care of us and that we can't do it alone. And we do well when we find the person who does that for us after we think we're grown up and we're taking on the world, as you say. Maybe we never really grow up inside- we just grow old". Judy smiled and said "I'm always going to miss Bill but you know, having you two here today helps a lot. Most people look at me and just see a lonely old woman waiting on the end, and pass by as if I'm not here. I'm so glad you stopped to chat. Maybe we will run into each other here again" They could see that Judy was for real and it made them both feel good that they had brightened her day. Sherri said "I hope we do" and Jim said "Yes, that would be a very good thing". He looked at Sherri and said "I think we should come here more often." Sherri nodded her approval. With the niceties of goodbyes done a few minutes later, they got up and walked along further, not saying a lot, both afraid of their growing old but not voicing it as if it were shameful somehow to feel that way.
Bettypooh Posted October 8, 2012 Author Posted October 8, 2012 ~FOUR~ Soon they rounded a corner and the park playground came into sight. There were a half dozen kids playing there and two women doing the 'Mom' thing. Jim never cared either way about having children. Sherri said she didn't either, but Jim knew that somewhere inside of he she did. Of the many differences between her and most other women was that Sherri was infertile. The doctors could never find out why, everything seemed to work just fine in her but nothing ever happened, and Jim seemed to be potent enough- it just never happened. They had spoken of trying ways to better her chances but she said that part of life is accepting things, and that she was happy as-is. They spoke of adoption but she said no, even as good as that was she didn't want that either. And she didn't really like to talk about this so they just avoided the subject nowadays. It had been like that for years. Jim looked at her and saw a wistfulness in her eyes as she watched the children playing. He wished she could have that taken away somehow because he knew what would replace it- her depth of love knew no limits. Jim put his arm around her waist and drew her close. It was all he could do for her. She snuggled in silently. They approached closer as they walked along. He saw the swing-set and it wasn't being used- these kids were just running and playing all over the place instead. Hoping to ease her mind Jim said "Hey babe, wanna swing?" Sherri looked at him, the sadness gone, replaced by a twinkle as she said "What makes you think I'm a swinger? You're such a naughty boy!" and they both had a laugh. Still Jim felt something drawing hin there so he said "No, really. I want to swing you. Like I use to do with my little sister, except I won't dump you- promise!" Sherri said "Well, OK, But you better be as good as your word because if you dump me you'll get a spanking" she paused "right here in front of everybody. With your pants down". Jim looked shocked as best he could and said "You wouldn't do that would you?" Sherri grinned and said "You know better that to chance that". Jim smiled and said "I do. Let's go" and they walked over to the swing on the end away from the kids. Jim remembered his little sister as he swung Sherri. He always wondered if that was why he had an attraction to pretty girls clothes. She was only six when she got sick and... He couldn't go there. He had never learned to deal with it, and neither did him Mom. He forced his mind back to now, to Sherri, who seemed to be enjoying this. After a few minutes Sherri said "OK, now it's your turn". Jim was a bit taken aback at that. Not so much her doing this but that he didn't think it would look right. He said as much as she got out if the swung which he held steady for her. Sherri said "I could make you but I want you to do this yourself. It's fun, it really is! And you'd miss that just because of what it looks like? Look around- do you see anyone who would care?" Jim did look around. And Sherri was right. Still he didn't feel quite right about it, but he said "OK. But not for long" then got into the swing. Back amd forth he went, not really going anywhere but the rhythm felt good, even relaxing. It wasn't long before he said "Higher!" to Sherri. She pushed harder then harder still as he went higher and higher. He more realized that was smiling than noticing it was happening and he liked it. It was fun! Sherri seemed to be enjoying it too, but Jim saw the two 'Moms" looking at him and talking, and he felt embarrassed, so he told Sherri "That's enough." and she stopped pushing. He dragged his feet to slow down and had almost stopped when he felt the swing jerk and Wham! he was on his butt on the ground. Sherri was laughing like crazy behind him and he saw the 'Moms' laughing too. He got ip and dusted off his backside and said "Not fair!" to Sherri with a smile, trying to sound hurt. She laughed even harder so he walked over and hugged her and gave her a big kiss. That wasn't easy till she stopped laughing but he persisted, and in moments passion set in, in a deep slow way that made the kiss linger and made the world go away. At least a little while. Slowly they separated and Sherri apologized. Jim said "Aw, it's OK, but there's a whole lot less padding back there than when that last happened to me" referring to the panties. The sudden dump seemed to hurt more than he remembered them as being. It would have been fun if he had been expecting it. It would have been more than that in the right setting. Sherri said "At least you didn't show your panties. You're not supposed to show them you know" Jim blushed a little and said "I should certainly hope I don't ever do that" then added "except with you" and they kissed again. A minute later they were walking back toward the path holding hands. It felt more like brother and sister to Jim that something among lovers, and that actually felt good. Sherri said "I feel young again". "Me too" Jim replied "And thank you for that- except for the dumping!" Sherri scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out at him and they both laughed. In a few minutes Jim knew he had to pee, and they were still several minutes away from the car, the park toilets that far behind them too. He mentioned it to Sherri casually and she said "Too bad you're not a little boy, then you could go behind those bushes" as she pointed,adding "nobody would think much of that- if you were a little boy". Jim said "Yeah, it would be my luck to try it and get arrested for indecent exposure. Somehow going to jail for that in panties on the park does not seem like a good idea". Sherri grinned and said "You can hold it" and they went on. The car was in sight now, they were maybe thirty seconds away. Jim was very glad of that because he felt like his bladder was about to burst. That was strange, he couldn't remember it happening this fast ever before. He figured he could make it to the store, less than a minute away by the main road. Finally they reached the car and Jim said "Wow, I've got to find a bathroom fast" as Sherri went to the other side to get in. She stopped short looking down and said "Uh-oh, you better come take a look at this. Jim's bladder was nearly in spasms as he stepped around and saw the flat tire. "Damn, not now!" as he clinched his legs together to hold it. Sherri looked at him in his despair, then said "Nobody's looking" as she opened her door "Step around here and pee and I'll keep watch" Jim shuffled behind the door, looking around and seeing no one, unzipping as he went. He grabbed his panties to pull them down but his fingers slipped. He tried again, this time just getting a wad of fabric but at least he could pull it down- the next grab would get the top and then- and then it was too late. In seconds his pants were soaked thoroughly. Moaning depressingly he tried but he couldn't stop it and in seconds he was soaked. "Damn it!" he screeched between clenched teeth. Sherri looked back and saw what had happened and said "Uh-oh". The parking lot was visible from the road, which luckily wasn't a main one, but there was still regular traffic. And there were several other cars parked with theirs. Not to mention that anyone else could come to the park at anytime. Jim cussed as he pulled his zipper up and looked at Sherri. She looked both compassionate and happy at the same time, kind of odd to him. "Got any good ideas?" he asked, turning sideways to block the view of his wetness from a car driving by. Sherri said "Not anything that would work right now. Let me think...Nope" Jim thought a second, and said "Maybe" as he looked around, then raced to the trunk. He had hoped he had left a jacket there which he could wrap aroind his waist and hide with, he remembered putting one there several weeks ago but now he didn't see it. "Sherri, where's my jacket" he asked "Oh, I took it out and washed it last weekend. It was dirty". He knew she'd meant well but that didn't help now. Sherri had walked toward him so when he heard and saw another car on the road he raced to the drivers side, again trying to hide. They went on by. He said "Well Sherri, how are you with changing tires?" She looked surprised that he'd asked and said "Well I guess I could. I've never done it before. But my dress..." He saw what she meant- it wasn't likely to stay white if she did it. Jim knew what had to be done, and he was going to have to do it. "Keep a lookout for me and I'll go as fast as I can" he told her as he ran to the trunk to get started. He was interrupted a few times as he got the jack and spare out and ready when cars drove up the road. He got the lugs loose as another was approaching, so he squatted down as Sherri mentioned it. He could hide like this and he could keep working too. He felt his penis sliding on the wet satin and it felt good, but he pushed that out of his mind and kept going. He got the car jacked up and the wheel off as Sherri said "People. From the park". Jim looked at the three kids running towards them, with their Mom walking behind telling them to wait. They looked like they were headed straight for him. This was not good- especially if they were in the car parked next to them. He had to hide, but where? Sheri had eased around between them and said "Sit in the car", so Jim got up and quickly went for the passenger seat. He no more had sat down when the first kid arrived, a girl of about ten, and right behind her was her brother of a similar age. They both stopped and looked at the car and at Sherri who was saying hello. The door blocked their view of Jim but if they moved just a little further...he needed something to cover his lap with. He opened the glove box and took out the car manual. It would be too small but it was better than nothing, and it was all there was at hand. The kids said hello back and just stood there watching. Sherri seemed to be trying to herd them back by stepping forward a bit, but they seemed to be absorbed with it all- it was probably something new to them- and they didn't move. Now the third kid showed up- a boy half their age. He asked the other boy "What you looking at?" as he came up. The older boy just pointed. The younger one wasn't still like the older ones, he kept moving around to see everything and he was heading back past the door when Sherri said "Hi. And what is your name?" nicely. "Petee. And that's Anna and Tom" pointing to the other kids. Jim saw the Mom was still quite a way back. He hoped Sherri could maintain their distance. "I'm Sherri and that's Jim, my husband" she said. The rambunctious one was moving around nervously again. "Wahtcha doing?" Petee asked " Sherri said "Oh, we had a flat tire and Jim is fixing it". Jim could tell by her slight hesitation that she was winging it. Petee said "It don't look like he's fixing it to me. Why is he just sitting in the car?" as he seemed to be heading to Jim past the door. Sherri deftly stepped sideways, cutting Petee off and said "Oh, he's resting". Now all three kids were staring at Jim, and Petee was looking back and forth for a way around Sherri, who now had her hands out a little on both sides to stop him. Jim held up the open manual and said "And I'm checking just to be sure I'm doing it right". That bought just enough time for Mom to arrive. She said "I'm sorry if my kid's were bothering you". Sherri said "No, they're no problem" as Petee tried to dodge under her arm and made it though. Jim drew his legs up to hide more as Petee ran up to him. Jim wasn't sure what Petee saw, but he knew there was a lump in his own throat. Just then the Mom yelled "Petee! Come back here this instant!" and luckily he did. The Mom gathered up her kids and they went to the second car down, not the next one. Sherri came up and said "You OK?" Jim said " I think so, damn that was close". Sherri said "Well they're over there now and she's got them under control so you better get started back'. Jim said "Let's wait till they're gone". Sherri said "No, they can't see you and the longer you wait the better the chance is that someone else will come by". Jim didn't like it but he stepped out and went back to fixing the tire. The family pulled out and they all waved except Jim, who was still squatted down and working as fast as he could go. Finally he was done, the can on the ground and Jim was putting the things in the trunk. Sherri had walked back with him and they were both surprised to hear a car horn honk out on the road just as Jim was standing bent over putting the tire in. He looked at Sherri angrily for not seeing them, bu she started to laugh,saying "Well I guess they got an eye-full! Now let's go". Jim slammed the trunk then headed to the drivers side. Sherri said "Oh no, I drive, you ride. I'm not sitting in that seat" pointing to the passenger side. He mumbled and went around as Sherri got in Jim had just reopened the door when he heard another car go up the road, too late to hide. "Damn" he muttered as he closed the door. Sherri giggled and said "It was you that said going to the park would be different this time and it sure was, wasn't it?" Jim said "Just drive" as he tried to settle down. She got them on the way but they didn't speak for a minute or so. Sherri stopped for a light that had just turned red,then looked over and asked "You OK?" Jim said "I guess so". She asked how it had happened and he explained. She wondered if he should see a doctor and Jim said "No point. I just lost it. It'll never happen again" adding 'I hope' silently. He thought back through it all and it did seem to be a fluke. He'd never had to go like this or anything close before. He wouldn't try to wait that long ever again. And the kids, ugh! Maybe not having any wasn't so bad. And they weren't really all that bad, they were just being kids, he couldn't really blame them. He was beginning to get cold now, and that was very uncomfortable where it was happening. Sherri giggled and said "Hey, why don't we go through the drive-through for some snacks?" Jim looked at her and said "No. No way. I think I'd rather starve". It wasn't fast enough but finally they were home, and nobody seemed to be looking when Jim made a dash to get inside after Sherri opened the door for him. Finally safe, he let out a deep breath and said "Whew! I gotta change" and headed toward the bathroom. Sherri said "Yes, do. I'll be getting you a dry diaper ready". He knew it was spoken in jest, but then again this woman was capable of anything. He loved her anyway. Back in the bedroom after a shower, Jim saw that Sherri had laid out a long shirt and a pair of panties for him and put them on, the shirt covering everything. He found her in the kitchen putting some sandwiches together. He sat down at the table and in a minute they were eating. Sherri brought up the topic of the kids, not Jim- he wouldn't go there on his own to save her feelings. She asked Jum if he thought Petee had seen anything. Jim said "No way- the little bugger would have said something if he did". "Little bugger? I thought he was kind of cute" Jim said "Too out of control. Their Mom had too much of a handful I think". Sherri said "He was a handful I guess, all by himself. I wonder what you were like at that age?" Jim was in mid-chew, but when ho got the bit down he said :I don't know. And don't you go asking around either". Not that there were too many people left to ask, a few aunts, an uncle, and several cousins were all he had left of his family now. And they were all far away.It was much the same for Sherri too, but she did talk to one cousin on the phone a lot. His family sent holiday cards with a few words written in them, that was about it. Jim did try to think back, but when a picture popped up in his mind of his little sister, he closed his eyes and stopped. He went back to eating. Sherri asked "What do you think happened to the tire? It was OK when we left it seemed" He was glad she changed the subject. "I don't know, I'll get it fixed on the way to work tomorrow and find out when I pick it up on the way home". Then Sherri said "What happened when you squatted down? For half a second I thought you were going to jump out of your skin!" Jim felt his face redden. He remembered ut, and now it was coming back vividly. "I, umm. Well something slid around and it, uh, well..." Sherri smiled and said "You liked it didn't you?" Jim was totally embarrassed now. " Please don't ask". "I am asking- did you like it or not?" He took a deep breath and released it, then said "Yeah, it felt good. But don't you dare think I'm going to..." Her lips were smiling but her eyes were not. She said "I" and she paused "can do whatever I want to. You will do what I say, right?" Jim mumbled "Yes" with his head hung Down. Sherri said "huh?" Jim looked up and said "Yes" That pleased her and she began talking about Judy, and how they should go back more often to talk with her. "I'd bet she doesn't have anyone left to talk with anymore" Sherri said. Jim agreed, adding "You know, there's something different with her- she's not quite what you'd expect to look at her". Sherri agreed and they decided to go there more being sure to look for her. Jim said "OK, that;s settled, we will. But" he tried looking mean "Don't you ever dump me out of that swing again" Sherri giggled and said "No promises. But..." then she stopped speaking. Jim wondered what she had just thought of but Sherri wasn't saying. She said "I wonder what it's like there early? I mean the playground?" "I don't know" he replied "I've never been there early". "Well them how about late? I don't mean really late but after dark?" Jim recalled his earliest days in town when he had a few buddies that gathered there to drikn a few beers and smoke some weed. He wondered if it was still like that. "It's been too long, everything could have changed by now. But I don't remember ever hearing of any trouble there, all that happens on the other side of town, the big park". Sherri said "Let's go back tonight and see". Jim said "The gates will be closed, where will we park?" "Well, at least we can drive by and look. Maybe we can find someplace to park and walk in" Jim said "Might not be a good idea, don't want to get busted for trespassing or anything" Sherri looked puzzled "Can they do that?" Jim said "When they have a badge and a gun they can do whatever they want. Kind of like...." he stopped short. Sherri winked and said "Sounds like a challenge. Besides I don't think they'd arrest two adults who've done nothing. They probably wouldn't even see us if we parked somewhere at the far end. I'm going to Google map it and see if I get any ideas". Jim chuckled and said "if there are any ideas to be got, you're the one to get them, and more often that not it's my butt that pays for them" . Finished eating, Sherri got up and said "You got a problem with that?" trying to sound angry. Jim smiled and said "No, I'm not allowed to". Jim finished too, and they cleaned up together. As he put the last dish away, Sherri lifted the tail of his shirt and leaned back to look. "Just checking. If you pee yourself every time we go to the park we're going to have to put you in diapers when we go there". Jim grimaced and growled "Grrrrrr" at her, then Sherri said "Oh my, a beast that wants to be tamed. You better go before I do that!" Jim smiled and rolled his eyes, then walked to the living room. A beast he wasn't, but he had been tamed, and he liked it. That afternoon and evening they did their usual end-of-the-week stuff, Jim mowed the lawn, Sherri called her cousin, and they each took care of the details they set aside through the week. Watching TV that evening together, they discussed the cabin again but not much else that mattered. Jim did get a surprise Monday morning. He'd forgotten to clean and air out the wet car seat and the smell of pee was pretty strong. At work he was worried about his new panties and of his bladder, which seemed to be normal again. Sherri had to sort through a lot she'd bought at an online auction. They had just dumped everything in a box and some things had gotten broken. She wasn't happy having to deal with that. Jim got the repaired tire put on after work, they said it looked like a nail had been in it and came out. He had left the windows down a little through the day so there was just a small hunt of pee odor left. He was late getting in, but on a Monday that could happen. He wondered why Sherri hadn't started dinner and where she was- her car was there. He called her name and an answer came from the bedroom where he found her laying down, trying to keep a headache at bay. Jim kissed her on the cheek and asked what she'd like for dinner. Sherri said about anything she didn't have to cook. Jim wasn't much of a cook but he did a decent spaghetti so that's what they had. He offered to serve her in bed but Sherri got up and ate with him. When they were done, Sherri started to clean up but Jim told her he'd get it. Sherri thanked him and said "You can wear my apron if you want" Jim said he might and Sheri laid down again. Like so many other things Jim had to ask to wear her apron. In fact Sherri had made it clear that he wasn't to do anything she didn't directly ask about witrh anything she wore, but she did make the one exception with the apron sometimes. Jim was careful to not get it dirty. He looked in on Sherri who was asleep when he was done. He eased the blanket over her so she'd be warm. He hadn't had his shower yet but he didn't want to wake her up so he went to the living room for some TV. He woke up on the sofa and the TV was off, as well as the light. He hadn't remembered falling asleep there. Sherri had covered him with the same blanket he'd put on her earlier, and he smelled her perfume in it. He smiled and tip-toed to the bedroom since it was very late. He peeked in the door and Sherri must have heard him, she said "Hello love. Come to bed" so he undressed in the dark and did. As they snuggled together Jim could not believe that he had such a wonderful- almost magical- wife. He didn't know she was thinking the same thing of him at that exact moment. All too soon another day was here, and Sherri was feeling better now. Things were back to usual, and so went the whole week. It was Friday again, and getting home always felt good on Friday. Sherri had made plans for them to go out to dinner, so Jim didn't think too much about what she'd have him wearing. He found it was all normal, except for the panties. They were his normal now but he hadn't really gotten used to it and wondered if he ever would. He was OK with anything 'playing around' but he did like his 'normal' life away from home. He got dressed and they wound up at a new home-style restaurant which Sherri wanted them to try. It was nothing spectacular but it was brightly decorated with colored plastic tables and chairs. Jim commented that it looked kind of like Jenny's nursery. Sherri said "I guess it does. It's nice, isn't it? Something pretty instead of the same old wood". Jim didn't reply but he did sort of like it. Boring it wasn't. They discussed the week and next weekend when they'd get the cabin. Sherri suggested another walk in the park afterward, it wasn't dusk yet so they could do a short one. She wanted to see if Judy might be there. Jim said he didn't think that likely at this hour but they'd go. Then he grinned and leaned closer to Sherri and said quietly "Just so long as we don't get too far from the bathroom". He knew it would bring a smile to her face and it did. He thought no more of it. This time they didn't walk all the way round, just the half where the benches were. Judy wasn't there and it was kind of quiet with just a few older kids playing. They cut across as they got near the playground area. Sherri had suggested swinging him but he said he didn't feel like being a swinger tonight. Sherri slapped him on the butt and said "Naughty boy, thinking I meant that kind of swinging". Jim said "Ooooh, I might say a lot of naughty stuff if she keeps that up". Sherri looked at him slyly and said "Hmmm. I might just have to surprise somebody when we get home". Jim said " I like surprises like that". and no more mention of it was made. And not much was said as they drove home in the graying of the day because one was thinking of what would happen, same as the other. Just from different perspectives, that's all.
Bettypooh Posted October 8, 2012 Author Posted October 8, 2012 ~FIVE~ To say they were still exhausted when they woke up would be like saying an ocean was a puddle. To say their fun was plain would be a lie. Jim's butt ached but he didn't care. There were still rope marks on his ankles and wrists. Unusually Sherri had similar marks frim the ropes though he'd only slapped her butt a few times. Sherri wanted him to have his fun with her first, then it was her turn. First was the bondage, then the blindfold. Then came the tickling- that was mental torture to Jim; he loved being unable to stop it but it was too happy, he needed something else. And she had it. A belt, a hairbrush, she even used the whip. She rarely played with it after getting mad and losing her own control with it one time. Jim helped her feel OK about it by begging for it. She still went too easily with it, so he called her a bitch, and that got her going. Ice cubes and whipped cream was used to good effect on him. All the fun made a mess so She ended up sleeping on the sofa with Jim below her on the floor laying on newspaper wearing a collar and a leash with his hands tied behind him so he couldn't touch the strung tied between his nuts and his ankles. He could almost straighten his legs but not quite before it worked, and in case he forgot in his sleep she'd gagged him. He did wake once because of that, and Sherri woke up over the noise. Her lesson on how to be quiet with the belt was just beyond Jim's wishes so the lesson worked. He found a way to wedge his legs under the sofa so he couldn't straighten them and then he got some sleep too. He woke up first needing to pee badly but he dare not wake her. He thought about using the newspaper but knew it was more a prop than anything else- it would stain the carpet. He had reached his limit just as she woke and she saw his dilemma. She made him lick her feet like a puppy for a minute before letting him go. He started coffee as she took her turn, then she had him shower. When he went to get dressed the too-small black panties were there. She watched him put them on, relishing at his wincing and clenched teeth as they re-injured his well-beaten butt. She said "They're just to extend my fun awhile longer. We're going out for breakfast so maybe I should make you wear the tight pants too". That was Jim's signal to do some begging. He did that so well that he almost conjured up tears for her pleasure. Finally she allowed him to wear what she'd laid out and he finished dressing. She made him clean up the living room while she got ready. When she emerged she was dressed in black and was wearing her necklace with a lightening bolt pendant. She tossed him his black beaded bracelet. This was their personal message to each other and meant it wasn't over with for him. For now he was free, she'd make it clear when that came to an end. He mentioned his butt aching and she said "That's nice. I've got something for that when we get back. Now let's go" so off they went with Jim wondering what the surprise would be. Sherri looked hot in black, especially if you viewed her in her role. She did her face a bit differently too, enhancing her eyes more, her lipstick a bit more red, and her cheeks with more bold rouge. She didn't really stand out because she didn't over-do it, but he knew the difference and loved it. With her it was a mood thing. After eating she told Jim to use the bathroom. He said he didn't have to. She said to do it anyway so he did. getting it out of the [panties wasn't tough. Very little came out standing at the urinal but having done her bedding he was happy. Getting things back in place comfortably took awhile, but he finally zipped up, washed his hands, and stepped out. She was paying the bill when he emerged and Jim noticed a few guys staring at her in a way he didn't like. He walked up to her and could see she knew about the other guys and she liked it. She wanted to drive so he gave her the keys. Instead of going home they ended up at the park. It wasn't busy and they walked the long way around. Jim's butt hurt, the motion of walking making the tight panties dig in. At the toilets she made him pee again even when he said he didn't have to. He went in and saw the toilet stall was occupied. Unlike the restaurant, the urinals had no privacy so he worried he'd be seen worrying with his panties. He was zipping up as the stall door opened. It looked like a wino and he didn't stop to wash. Not wanting Sherri to be dealing with this guy he passed on that too. Outside the door the wino had stopped and was looking at Sherri, Jim bumped the guy in passing around him, just enough to send a message that he'd better not make a scene. It worked. Sherri asked Jim if he wanted to swing, adding "And no, not that way either" Jim glanced around to see who was in earshot, saw it was safe, and told her he'd rather not with his butt in this shape. She toyed with him a minute, threatening to make him, then said OK. He was glad- being dumped on his butt right now would kill him, these damn tight panties were enough pain, almost too much. He didn't want to ruin a good thing by over-doing it! With the walk over she drove off, stopping at a small pharmacy and making him stay in the car. She emerged with a large bag and put it in the trunk. Jim asked what she got when she got in but she said "Later" so he could only guess until then. Once home the bag stayed in the car when they went inside. Sherri made him take his clothes off leaving the panties on in the bedroom, looking at his butt in the miror till she returned. She came back in with her hand behind her back and told him "Panties off and lay on your back". With the tightness gone his butt felt better. "Eyes closed" she said with a mischievous smile going full-blast. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad but he did as she told him to. He expected something other than being told to roll over face down, because if she was going to work on his butt, she would have had him do that from the start. Moments later he felt her roll him over and grab one of his legs, saying "Spread them". He did that as she let go, then he felt her arm on his leg as she did something, her arm moving away as something came across in front of him. In seconds he realized realized he was being diapered, the crinkling plastic confirming it. His eyes popped open and he gave a jerk as he said "What the?" then realized his mistake. She went from mischievous to mad in a heartbeat. He quickly closed his eyes and gently said "Oh fuck". It was too late to say "I'm sorry" by the time he realized he had screwed up. He heard her voice and it was like ice. "Well now, it seems you want more. And with your diaper on there's no point in a spanking, you won't feel enough of that. Maybe I can tie you down and leave you here till you shit all over yourself. Or maybe I can take some pictures! Yes, that seems like fun, pictures of this little boy with his little pee-pee covered in a diaper laying on my bed for his nap. I can put it on Facebook!" Her stopping was his signal, he begged like never before because this time he really meant it. Finally she gave in but said "You know I can't let that go. Get us and go sit in the kitchen. I'll be right in. She entered from the hall with a rolled-up towel in her hand. She smiled happily as she said "You know, there's just one thing wrong with this picture" she paused and unrolled the towel on the table, holding one side up where he still couldn't see. Then she said "Babies don't have hairy bodies" as she dropped the towel revealing a washcloth, his shaving cream, scissors, her razor, and extra blades. Jim gulped and said "Please, not..." she stopped him with a "Sssshhhhh. Now be still so I don't cut you". She leaned him forward and did his back. She lifted his arm and scissored off as much as she could then shaved the rest. She stopped only long enough to wash and dry him before moving on to another area, humming happily as she went. When she finished his arms and hands she said "Aren't you glad they weren't too hairy to start with? Maybe nobody will notice" then went back to humming. Jim knew that meant for him to be quiet and not answer. He couldn't say it but he wasn't glad over the shaving at all, hairy arms or not. It took her about thirty minutes to finish and she had to change blades several times. Finally she said "There. That's better. No hair visible where it doesn't belong. I think I like it!" Jim had to do the clean-up and wondered how long this game would last. She checked on his clean-up to be sure he did it well, then said "Nap-time. And oh, next time you're out you will pick me up a new pack of razor blades. Now of to bed with you" He laid there and of course he couldn't sleep; he didn't need a mid-day nap. He just lay there lost in thought. He began to itch from the shaving and his butt was still on fire but that was nothing compared to what was coming. He'd been in bed just over an hour when Sherri came in. She said he could get up now so he did. The diaper felt bulky between his legs but he had discovered the softness of it seemed to help his butt feel better as he was laying in bed thinking. She called him to the kitchen "for a snack". That was just one cookie, but it wasn't hard to see her plans when the drink was an iced tea in the largest cup they had and it was full. She made him drink it all and he did. then she said "Lets watch cartoons" so it was off to the living room. He laughed a little at the antics. She was in the recliner and he was on the sofa alone. In just a few minutes the show was over. He almost expected it when she called "Snack time" happily and the same thing happened again- one small cookie and one huge iced tea. It was a surprise when she did it again at the first commercial when another cartoon came on, rushing him so they didn't miss anything. Now the tea was working. His bladder was far from full but it was filling. The next commercial got the same treatment, but he had to work at finishing the tea. His bladder wasn't keeping up so when the next commercial came it took him a full five minutes to finish the tea. He complained that "his tummy hurt" hoping the child-like manner would get her to take it easy but it didn't. When they finally went back to the living room he was sloshing inside with tea, and since he had taken so long the next commercial was only a few minutes away. And this time, no matter how he tried, he couldn't finish his tea, not even after ten full minutes of trying. Because that "was being bad" he had to stand in the corner, hands behind his back, where he was to be silent. His bladder full he wanted to use the toilet but he knew that wasn't want she wanted to have happen. He could only pee in fits and starts with a lot of effort to begin with, but after several minutes he had relieved himself. Several minutes later it began catching up with the well over a gallon of tea he'd drank. It wasn't any easier starting to pee, but about halfway to empty he got the hang of it and a long flow emerged. He felt the diaper get heavy between his legs. She came back in and told him that he had to stay there for another hour for being bad and that he'd better not wet her clean floor. When the next need to pee came he tried to go slowly. He was amazed that the diaper held it all, and while it was heavy he didn't feel wetness. He stood there waiting, having no idea of how much longer he'd be stuck there or how much more the diaper would hold. After some time he had to go again. he didn't wait till he couldn't hold it anymore because he worried about over-filling the diaper. His bladder wanted to pee harder and the only way he had any control was to stop and start, stop and start. Now he was feeling wet between his legs, and wet in the front and back too. In back he began to itch. He waited a few minutes and began peeing short spurts and giving the diaper time to absorb it. It weighed a ton on him and felt swelled up all over. After the forth spurt he felt a trickle run down his leg. That was it, with luck she wouldn't see it but there could be no more peeing. She came in maybe ten minutes later, Jim was hoping she'd say his time was up. He knew it was a lie when she said "Good, your first ten minutes weren't too bad, were they? Now just fifty more to go". He heard her pull a chair out so she must be sitting there watching. He stood still but she didn't leave, she moved just often enough so that he knew she was still there. And soon nature was taking it's course as he held on. His bladder ached but he dared not let anything go. He began squirming, trying to make it look natural and small. Not long, and he was almost cramping in pain, and more than just squirming from it all. She said angrily for him to stand still and he tried but he couldn't. Now he was partially bent over trying to hold on, the pain tremendous. The next thing he knew his hair was being yanked up on his head, he had to stand straight because of that, and in a flash his legs had rivers of his warm pee running down them. She let go but once the pee had started he couldn't stop it. He did what he could do- cry. And wait for the inevitable. "Now look what you've done!" she said angrily. Jim was at a disadvantage with his face in the corner, he had no clues about what was real and what was just playing. Trying to sound whiny in hopes that would calm her, he said he was sorry. He knew it was play when she said "Now what?" about the mess and he knew she meant that. He knew she had wanted him to overfill the diaper, and he was on tile where it wouldn't do any damage. Of course there would probably be a diaper change, with at least a spanking while he was exposed. but for her to have nothing already planned for this showed she was playing it by ear and that was a good sign that she wouldn't get over-zealous. She told him to get the mop and clean it up. He tried but there was a puddle of pee forming under him continuously, his moving squeezing it out. Finally she said for him to lean into the corner with his legs spread and she'd get him another diaper. As she went to do that he noticed the itching was getting intense, especially on his butt. When she returned, she made him take the wet diaper off, then walk across and put it n the trash can. He did what he could to keep the diaper from dripping but it only half-way worked and pee was dripping off his body anyway so that hardly mattered. She made him lean into the corner again as she put on another diaper. She didn't do very well with that but it was on so Jim knew he'd be in it awhile. Then she had him mop the entire floor which he could do well since he wasn't dripping anymore. His butt itched madly now. When she was happy with the floor she had him go to the bathroom where she washed off his legs as he stood in the tub. He felt his bladder filling fast and hearing the running water wasn't helping at all. She dried him off and told him to go sit on the sofa. He hoped that wouldn't be for long because as he walked, he felt the diaper was loose on the left side, she hadn't gotten it taped well with him standing. If he peed it might leak, and on the sofa that would be a disaster. She came back and sat in the recliner again without saying a word. He sat there watching TV till he knew he was going to pee soon. He said "My diaper feels funny". She said "Of course it feels funny, it's a diaper!" He said "No, it's right here" and he ran his hand onto the loose place. She looked angry for a second, then said "Oh. I guess I didn't get it tight. Let's try to fix that" She had him lay on the sofa then she pulled on the loose tape. Instead of releasing it tore the plastic. The tape above it did the same. She said "Well that was a waste. Let's go to the bedroom so I can do this right". And not long after that, with a shower curtain underneath him and a diaper taped on tightly, Jim was sitting on the sofa again. The urge to pee was still there but he seemed to be holding it, even though he wasn't trying to. When she had him stand to see if he was leaking it all came out, Both of them watched the diaper begin swelling, the color changing under the plastic. Sherri seemed to be intrigued with that. She got close to him and placed her hand against the front middle of the diaper and massaged it a little. Jim was surprised to feel only some pressure and little else through the thickness. Sherri stopped and looked at him with a smile- a nice one. "Go to the bedroom" she told him. He didn't need to be told twice, he almost ran there with his grin growing faster than another part of his body was.
diaperpt Posted October 9, 2012 Posted October 9, 2012 Bettypooh, I love the story line of this. I can't wait to see a continuation. It's nice to see the positive relationship spelled out so we know this is not a mean-spirited relationship but one of love. They both seem to be getting their needs met.
Bettypooh Posted October 10, 2012 Author Posted October 10, 2012 In RL most BSDM relationships don't contain deep affection, though many contain deep devotion. This story is my dream-world so I can make anything happen here For me, there is no relationship if there is no affection in it. I'll pick up and keep going sooner or later. I have gotten really busy again so no promises as to when, but I don't expect you will have to wait long. Also keep in mind that the preceding took me about 10 days to put together so updates will likely be shorter. Then again if it goes really well like it once did I can do this much and more in a day but that hasn't happened in ages so.... all I can do is promise to do my best! Bettypooh
Fulldiaper Posted October 10, 2012 Posted October 10, 2012 Thank you for your story. Only one suggestion...if you could make the paragraphs a little shorter as the larger paragraphs are more difficult to follow IMHO. Also there were some spelling errors and grammer... I hope that you'll continue as I did enjoy the boding between him and her and the power exchange she extracted by showing him men aren't always stronger than a woman.
booboobritches Posted October 10, 2012 Posted October 10, 2012 Well done Bettypooh, looking forward to more..............
Bettypooh Posted October 10, 2012 Author Posted October 10, 2012 The paragraphs are long, I need to work on that a bit. I write in one continuous string, then break it into paragraphs and chapters when I proof it later. The sp. either I missed or the spellchecker did. If I get really bored sometime I'll go back through and fix it. I really did try, but that Is a particularly nasty problem with me now. There was a time when I didn't need a spellchecker at all, but it seems to be gone forever The grammar is my writing style, so except for unintentional errors I didn't notice, I will offer no apologies for that I'm not doing a dissertation for academics, I'm telling a story and it's pretty much the way I would speak the lines were I relating it verbally. I hope y'all understand I am just dying to do more so hopefully the time I need to do that will come soon (but not out of my work-time- I need the money in an even bigger way! ) Thank You all for the encouragement, you've really made my day Bettypooh 1
Bettypooh Posted October 14, 2012 Author Posted October 14, 2012 -SIX- It had been a rather crazy night but Jim loved it. He was glad to have gotten out of the diaper fairly quickly and was glad to have some time with Sherri in a 'guy' role. It had been some time since that had happened and it was a total turn-around for Sherri who had seemed to be going in the opposite direction. He didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it since they both woke up late and he was rushing off to work with just enough time to beat the time clock. He got a message to see his boss ASAP when he arrived and he wondered what it was about. He wished he had been a bit early today like he usually was but he went on anyway. He saw his boss motion for him to sit while he finished the phone call and noticed everything seemed to be good. Finally the call was over. "Hi Jim" was followed by "Hi Steve, had a good weekend I hope?" "Yeah, fantastic. For once I didn't have this place calling me to straighten something out. They seem to think you're as married to the company as you are your wife. Oh by the way, how is Sherri's store doing?" Steve asked. "Fantastic as well. She's got some help now and is doing better in sales than we ever dreamed possible- twice as good as last year." Jim answered. "Maybe I should be talking with her then" Steve quipped, chuckling. "Here's the scoop. Old Joe is retiring in two months, and that opens the slot you always wanted, and as far as I'm concerned you've got it, but don't be all happy just yet. There's a rumor that the owner's youngest son might want to move down here and get his experience in that position. I can't confirm or deny that just yet and of course I'll object strongly, but you know I can't out-vote the owner." Jim saw the situation and knew that even if the kid took the job he wouldn't stay forever so Jim would get it- eventually. Jim said " OK, I see what you're saying and you know I appreciate your support, but why are you telling me right now, before we know what's going to happen?" Steve said " Because there's another angle to this. The same job is opening in Middleton and I can get you in there if he takes this one. When he leaves you come back and you'll be experienced so that notches you up the pay scale when you get back here. I know it will be tough on you, especially with Sherri doing so well. I doubt that you want to move that far away, but it will go a long way to advance your future here. I want you to think it over. If you both move I can get you a guaranteed sale price on your house here and set you up with something really nice there. I have a cousin up there in real estate who owes me a favor. If you don't sell here the best I can do is swing a six week hotel allotment then it's on you after that. And you'll be up there a year or two if the kid takes the job down here." Jim thought a few moments and said "I guess I need to talk this over with Sherri. It would break her heart to have to close the store and I don't know that I'd like being separated so far so much. Of course I want the job if it's going to be here. How much time till I get you a solid answer on the Middleton job?" Steve said "A couple weeks. No need to rush the decision. And that's why I called you in this morning- so you could take time to make the right decision." Jim remembered saying the goodbyes but his head was reeling from it all. He had always been pretty sure he'd get old Joe's job but he didn't expect it for several more years. Jim hardly remembered sitting at his desk where it all soaked in. It was going to bug him all day till he got home. He tried as best he could to keep those thoughts away so he could do his job today, but it came back at every chance so that by quitting time he had fallen a bit behind. He'd catch up tomorrow. What he needed most of all right now was Sherri, and soon he'd be home with her. Sherri was already cooking dinner when he arrived but she turned it all down to talk. She knew from the moment he walked in the door that something was up. She listened intently as Jim laid it all out for her. Jim ended by saying "I don't want to be without you but I don't want you to lose the store either- I know how much that means to you. But Steve was right- my taking the Middleton job will pay off richly in the end so I can hardly say no. I don't know what to do." Sherri said "I see. We will find a way through this- I don't see how we can have it all though- something will have to be sacrificed to make this work out. In the meantime I want you to leave it to me. I will find our way through this somehow. You know I will" She said the words but her usual confidence seemed to be lacking, and that worried Jim. He didn't have the answer so she was going to have to find it. Sherri seemed remote all evening even into bedtime. He found it hard to go to sleep even though Sherri had fallen asleep quickly. Jim thought 'Sometimes it would be better to not have to deal with all this, to have a simpler life with someone else taking care of everything for you' . That was his last thought when sleep finally came for him. This was a strange place but Jim didn't feel strange in it- somehow it was very familiar. The first thing he noticed was the closely-spaced round white bars he was holding onto as he stood. The rail holding them together at the top was just within his reach if he stretched. His footing felt strange too, so he looked down and saw that he was standing on a mattress- a plastic covered one with all kinds of colorful animal prints on it. He realized now that he was in a crib and he wondered why he was there. In looking down he also saw that he was wearing a diaper and nothing more. The diaper was heavy so he knew he was wet but that didn't seem to feel odd either. He noticed that this was his living room and he heard noises in the kitchen. Suddenly he felt scared and alone so he called out Sherri's name. He was shocked when he heard something else, a sort of babbling gibberish come from his mouth. He tried calling her again and the same thing happened, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. When that wave hit he felt himself gushing pee and he couldn't stop it. It was running down booth legs like two rivers. It all upset him so much that he fell backwards. He hadn't noticed that his legs were weak, they fairly buckled without warning and his hands slipped off the bars in the same way. The mattress padded his fall, and the wet diaper went 'splat' as he hit, another odd sound he hadn't expected. He didn't like that and it added to everything else he was feeling so much that he began crying. Wailing would be a better description, he felt totally awful somehow. He saw movement at the kitchen door and for a moment his heart jumped for joy- Sherri would save him! As his eyes focused on the figure, he saw Jenny and he screamed. He heard Sherri asking him if he was OK from the bed beside him- he actually had screamed and it woke both of them up. He was relieved to see it was just a dream so he said "Dream, a bad one, I'm OK." then a moment later he said "Damn" as he realized that one part of the dream was real- he had peed all over himself and the bed was soaked too. Sherri realized it at that moment too and was angry as she got out of bed. She told him to clean everything up which he did. When he came back from the washing machine where the soiled bedding had went, he saw she had changed nightgowns and standing there waiting for him- with a diaper. He was too tired and ashamed to argue, he just let her put it on him and they both went back to sleep. Jim couldn't drive the nightmare away. All he could do was hope and pray it didn't ever happen again. The only consolation he could find was knowing that if it or another nightmare happened, he didn't have to worry about wetting the bed which would make Sherri happier. Maybe that was what mattered most of all- her happiness. As Jim drifted back off to sleep he kept telling himself "No Jenny this time" silently, over and over. He couldn't understand quite why he was so afraid of her 8in the dream, only that this time she had scared the bejesus out of him. And the pee too. When Jim awoke Sheri had gotten up ahead of him. In a flash the night before came back to him. Here reached down and felt the diaper on him and knew it that part wasn't a dream. He got up, still a bit groggy, and was headed to the bathroom automatically- he had to pee badly when he woke up almost always. Sherri might have heard him moving but before he reached the bathroom door she had called him, saying "Come on into the kitchen now. Breakfast is ready". Jim hesitated, wondering if he could hold his pee that long, then realized it didn't really matter with him diapered. Maybe she wanted it this way, maybe she even planned it this way. He owed her an apology anyway and he wasn't at all inclined to make her angry again, not after last night's disaster. He went to eat, apologizing for everything. Sherri seemed to understand and glanced at his diaper, then looked back to his eyes with a smile. She was happy. As he sat there trying to hold his pee, he was a bit fidgety and she noticed. "Stand up and pee, that will feel more natural so it will be easier. Then finish your breakfast and we'll deal with everything after you put the bedding in the dryer". Jim stood, looking at her as she watched in anticipation. Somehow her looking at him made it impossible for him to let go, even though he was about to burst. Frustrated he said "Ohhh..." then closed his eyes. A few moments later a flood emerged which seemed like it would never end. The diaper wasn't keeping up and he felt pee running down both his legs. He opened his eyes and saw Sherri beaming brightly at him. He felt his face redden as he said "Uh-oh, this isn't working so well." Sherri laughed and said "It's working well enough. When you're done sit down and let's finish breakfast". Jim couldn't quite get past feeling embarrassed but he waited a few seconds after he felt the flow stop, then sat back down with a squish which they both heard. He closed his eyes as the embarrassment set in more strongly. The dripping sound from the pee leaking onto the floor might as well have been claps of thunder it seemed so loud. He looked beside him at the floor and muttered "Damn" weakly. Then he looked at Sherri, hoping she didn't mind. She had begin giggling when he sat, probably from the squishing sound, and now she was laughing, but he could see in her eyes that she wasn't laughing at him, she was laughing at the situation. He still felt embarrassed but he could see the humor in it all, even if he couldn't laugh about it. As Sherri's laughter ended she chided him "Oh you silly boy. Forget about it and eat. I'll take care of things afterwards" Jim knew she would and felt comforted by that. Not completely though, but he did eventually forget about it as his thoughts turned toward the day ahead of him. He glanced at the clock and saw he wasn't late today, which also made him feel better. He'd be doing enough hurrying at work anyway. As they ate and talked, he had forgotten about the diaper altogether till they were done. Only then did he remember, and just as he did Sherri told him to go take his shower and leave the diaper in the bathroom sink, and she'd have everything ready when he got out. Jim never ceased to be amazed at how she was so in tune with his thoughts. When he dried off and went to get dressed, he saw all his clothes waiting for him, except there were no panties on top like there usually were. For a moment he froze in fear- she wouldn't send him to work in a diaper would she? Her voice came from behind him and soothingly said " I want you to feel good today so you tell me which panties you want to wear and I'll get them for you" as she passed beside him. "Better go with the usual I guess. I think anything else would distract me too much" he answered. This was odd, for she rarely gave him a choice. She opened the drawer and got them, then handed them to him saying "You know, what you wear sets the mood you're in. Or it fits it. Either way most guys don't understand how little things can mean so much." Jim smiled and said jokingly "You're not little and you mean everything to me" as he leaned over and kissed her. He got dressed and headed out, thinking about his day ahead. He also thought about the promotion and the move which it would bring, and how Sherri would feel to have to close her store. He hoped she could find a solution to that, he sure couldn't see one.
Bettypooh Posted October 15, 2012 Author Posted October 15, 2012 -SEVEN- This was a better day at work for him than yesterday. Jim was back to his old self and catching up rapidly. One thing was different though he couldn't figure out why. His panties felt different today in that he could actually feel them on him, not the different feeling of them compared to his old male underwear. He'd gotten used to these and actually liked them better now, but there was something just, well, different today and he couldn't pin it down. Whatever it was, it was too small a thing to worry about so he kept going and with a half hour to spare he'd caught up with his work for the day, had tomorrow's ready, and was sitting there thinking about the future. Somehow, he was going to land in Middleton and he just knew it. He wondered why the owner's kid didn't just take that position so he wouldn't have to move. That didn't make any sense to him, especially with this town being further away from his home- he couldn't know anybody here outside of the company either. With the time he had left Jim decided to go to the company website and see if he could learn anything that might help him change the kid's mind should he want to come here. In the employee-only section he saw the owner's family pics from the Company weekend camp-out the year before. He noticed the kid (who was not really a kid anymore at 24) resembled his mom, not his dad. He was also slimmer than they were but not skinny. He didn't look bad at all, just a little nicer somehow. His smile seemed to have more meaning and he seemed to stand out just a little more than the rest in every pic he was in. Jim saw the owner too. They were not close but on speaking terms, they had went to college together but for Jim it was his freshman year and the owner was back to upgrade his engineering degree, and in his last year for that. They had never really met back then but Jim was sure that their having been there together was why he got hired instead of the other candidate when he first joined this company so long ago. Jim looked through some more pics, and found himself staring at the kid whenever he was in one. Jim didn't see him as an adversary, or even as a 'special one' whose family connections placed him above everyone else. The more Jim looked the better the kid looked somehow. He wasn't handsome or plain but something different and special was there which seemed to always come through. Jim saw it was time to go so he clicked off and began thinking of home and how good it would be to see Sherri again. Maybe she'd figured things out by now- if anyone could, she could. They met with a kiss and Sherri asked about his day. She also asked if he had any plans for the evening. Jim wondered why because he rarely did that- he was something of a homebody unless she had something she wanted them to do together. Jim said he had no plans except for unwinding. Sherri smiled and asked "Can I help you do that?" Jim said "Well maybe, I'm not sure- but I'll let you try anyway!" jokingly. Sherri said "My, but you're being silly again. I don't know whether to spank you or diaper you or what. I'm sure we'll figure something out though." Jim acted shocked knowing she'd see through it and said "A spanking? Have I been that bad? Oh my. I'd better be careful now. I hope it isn't too late to stop that from happening". Sherri came over and hugged his waist, leaning back as she said "Mmmmm. Should I tell him that or just leave him guessing?" Jim smiled hugely, knowing what she meant. He couldn't wait but he had to. He was going to enjoy the evening now for sure! He knew it would take his mind off of everything for awhile and he needed that. He remembered what Sherri had said about the panties and how they set the mood so he asked her "Can I choose my panties tonight please? I mean without you knowing which ones they are." Sherri thought a few seconds and said "I'll give you some to choose from. You can put the rest away yourself." Jim agreed. Not that he really has a say in the matter and not that he wanted to either. He just hoped she'd leave out the purple bikinis that fit so well- they were his favorite ones. He headed for the shower feeling great. Soon the tension he felt would disappear, his troubles evaporate away, and the feeling of pain in his bottom begin, stroke after stroke, so hard yet so satisfying and so good even if it did hurt. He knew that in the pain was an even deeper care for him coming from someone who cared so much she'd cause him pain. She had in her the one thing he could never find in anyone else- a way of knowing what was not enough and what was too much, and unless he caused her to go further, she stopped just before the too much, and never was it not enough. She was perfect. Out of the shower he, saw there laid out on the bed his bathrobe and three pairs of panties- the too small black bikinis, the too large briefs, and the purple bikinis he wanted. Oh man, was this ever going to be a good evening for him. He put the others back, tied the sash on his bathrobe, and walked into the living room with a smile. Sherri looked him up and down and said "Well I hope you chose the little black bikinis because I just might be a bit angry if you didn't". Jim knew it was all part of the game so instead of saying anything, he just stick his tongue out at her and sat beside her on the sofa. Somehow she managed to smack him on the butt as he sat. To Jim it felt heavenly and he could see the excitement in her eyes. She was going to enjoy tonight too. It was Wednesday afternoon and Jim still felt a little uncomfortable sitting. Tuesday had been horrible, so bad that a few friends at work asked him if he was OK, to which he indicated it was hemorrhoids, which made them all wince. Had they been able to see his butt they would have sen just how red and blistered a person's behind can get without bleeding- well almost without bleeding for this time there had been a little blood. At first Sherri had paddled him through the panties. Shortly after that the belt was used and just as Jim was getting settled down from that came a switch that Sherri had made him select from a bush in their backyard. She locked him out and he had to beg for her to let him back in, doing that quietly enough so that the neighbors wouldn't hear. They couldn't see in the darkness by the door and Sherri kept threatening to turn on the light and call the police to report a prowler. She finally agreed to let him in if he could give her a pair of wet panties in five seconds or less. Jim managed to pee and get them off by the count of three and of course she wouldn't open the door till she counted to about four and a half. Then she made him put them back on and give her his bathrobe. He knew she was going to lock him out again but what could he do? He followed her instructions and she left him out in the cold for ten minutes before she let him back in. Then she tied him to the bed to be educated about his wetting his panties and used the switch well, hardly hitting the same place twice and covering his entire butt with whelps by walking around and going at every angle. She said she was going to get a rag and lotion to soothe him, but he got a whiff of the alcohol she put on it instead just in time to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his screams. She had tied him so well that he could barely writhe around but he tried anyway, the ropes around his uppermost thighs and across his back had him pinned. He actually got rope burns from trying to get away even when he knew he couldn't. Of course that was his fault, as was the extra time she spent getting to every part of his butt with the rag because he wouldn't stay still. After she stopped it took him a long time to get settled- it was at least five minutes before he stopped sobbing. When he was finally able to look up she had the aloe lotion in her hand and asked him if he wanted her to put it on his pretty red behind. That was another one of her games. He just moaned and turned his head back into the pillow, and as he expected her hand applied the lotion- by slapping it on. That added to the wonderful misery but a minute after she was done it would begin feeling better. He called it her ultimate in cruel kindness, and they even joked about it privately during normal life. It was just something she had thought of and he knew that he'd never heard of it anywhere else. Things like this made her so special to him, she went way beyond what most could even imagine to keep him from becoming bored. As if he could get bored with it. Once again the tears finally stopped and he looked over to see what was next. She wasn't there- that could either be good or bad, but at least it was a breather for him, and with that he could take more. It seemed like an hour before she came back. It was always hard to know how long he'd been there when they played like this, since she turned the alarm clock around so he had nothing to go by except his mind. And he knew well it couldn't be trusted for it was telling him that he hurt and that it was awesomely pleasant at the same time. He knew they were totally opposite of each other so how could you believe anything else a mind like that said? She began untying him and said " Well now, do you think you've learned your lesson?" He said "Yes ma'am" not even remembering what the lesson was. He said it knowing that his answer wouldn't change her plans. Just another game and there could be more. She finally had him loose and she said "Just one more thing" as she reached for the dresser drawer. Jim winced thinking those tight black bikini panties were going to be cutting into his skin for awhile, maybe all night. And she might even give them an extra jerk upwards when she put them on him just for her kicks- to him it was liked getting kicked there and he was glad she rarely dud that. That wasn't to be though, for in her hand was a diaper. 'Well at least it should be softer' he thought silently. He had gotten enough and not too much even if he could take more. He could stop happily now. She put the diaper on him and said "Now back into your bathrobe, we're going to watch TV awhile." as she tossed it at him then left the room. Before she let him sit next to her on the sofa he had to get a trash bag from the kitchen to put under him in case he leaked. He didn't plan on doing that, he hardly had to pee at all. When the first commercial came on she smiled at him and said "When you soak that diaper till it leaks, you can have me. You sit there till then. If you get up and its not leaking then you go to bed alone" So Jim began trying to make that happen. It took an hour and a half and he really couldn't tell if he was leaking or not. His pee had set the pain off all over again and it killed any sensation of wetness. But he had to try, she had been playing with his leg through the open bathrobe and massaging the swelled diaper where his cock would have felt it had there not been extra padding in between them. It had driven him fairly mad so he concentrated and tried to push out any more pee he could get. His bladder ached from the effort but he did get a little more. For Jim it was now or never He stood up and took the robe off then said "Yes! triumphantly as the trickle of pee running down his leg hit the rope burn and stung him mightily. Now it was up to her- she didn't have to agree and she had the last word so would she? And of course she kept turning him around, making him bend over, spread his legs, anything to torture his mind some more. She stood and smiled and said "Put it in the kitchen trash and I'll be waiting" as she headed to the bedroom. Jim was ripping it off on the way, dripping some on the living room carpet till he reached the wood floor in the hall. By the time he closed the lid on the trash can all he could feel was one thing and nothing else mattered at that point. They were both too tired to do anything but fall asleep once they were done. Neither of them understood how big a mistake that was till Jim woke up with his butt on fire worse than ever and itching like mad. Sherri checked him out and actually fell back on top the bed laughing before she could finally say "Diaper rash. It's diaper rash!" and more laughter took her again. Jim, turned red as a beet but at least she put more aloe on him after his shower, all the while laughing about how her 'all grown-up hubby has diaper rash!" and otherwise joking about it. The pain Jim could deal with but the itching drove him mad. They both agreed that he should have showered the pee away before going to sleep. Sherri suggested that he stop on the way to work to get some special ointment for it, but he wasn't going to "go around asking where the diaper rash cream for men was at" as he put it. He felt bad enough now, that would just make it worse. That was big mistake number two, but that lesson wouldn't be fully learned for some time yet.
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