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Ryan is starting to question whether it's all worth it, and whether Thorn is even who she says she is. Meanwhile, Mr. Sawyer is getting impatient for answers himself.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The next few days carried on in a similar vein. Anna and Ryan were forced to spend their days in the main nursery, and their nights in the crib. They both needed to have their diapers changed several times a day, for Anna it was not hard to get used to it, especially when surrounded by the other regressed women, it was different for Ryan though. It was quite clear that with each passing day, and each passing diaper, he was having more and more trouble coping with the reality of their situation. The best Anna could say was that he was at least not getting himself more punishments. For the most part he had just withdrawn into himself and stopped talking or doing any more than he had to. “Are you alright?” Anna asked on their sixth day in the daycare. They had been sat in front of a bucket of blocks and Ryan had spent nearly all of the last three hours just staring at them mutely. “Just dandy.” Ryan replied in a flat voice without looking up. “I’m just worried about you.” Anna said quietly. “And why would that be?” Ryan asked with a steely edge to his voice. “You don’t need to take it out on me.” Anna replied, “I’m stuck here as well.” Ryan sat back. His diaper crinkled loudly but he didn’t seem to notice it like he did when they had first arrived. Anna saw that he was upset and frustrated as he looked around the room. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing from a husband who had put up with so much and seemingly had endless patience. “Sorry…” Ryan said with a sigh, “I’m just wondering what the point of it all is.” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. Ryan looked around, looking for eavesdropping ears. He shifted closer to Anna and leaned in super close. Anna was practically sat in his lap as his chin hovered just above her shoulder. “Helping Thorn.” Ryan whispered, “What was the point? I did what she wanted for her agent and what do we get? Where is she now, huh? Where’s The Rose Resistance? Shouldn’t they be breaking us out of here?” “I’m sure it’s not that simple.” Anna breathed in reply. Ryan looked at Anna and raised a questioning eyebrow. He slid back to his original position and resumed his previous stance. Anna looked at him for a few minutes and then looked down. The truth was, she was wondering some of the same questions. What had they accomplished? Were they just sacrificial lambs for Thorn? The fact they weren’t being brainwashed and regressed like Jane was a mercy that neither of them could’ve expected. Anna knew and understood the risks. She had thought Ryan did too, but now she was unsure he had really acknowledged what might happen. She looked at him and worried that he was having second thought, there was no doubt he loved her, not after he had given up his promising future to be with her, but now Anna wondered if Ryan had reached the limit of what he was willing to do. The problem was that Anna wasn’t sure she could walk away. This meant everything to her. She didn’t want to live with clipped wings, she was quite sure of that by then. Before Anna could say anything, the door that they came through every morning opened. That was unusual. Once the babies were in the room that door was usually closed and locked until it was time for them to go back to their rooms or homes. Ana watched as she saw some of the guards talking to someone. Then the door opened fully and when she saw who was walking in, she felt her stomach hit the floor. “This can’t be good…” Ryan muttered. That was an understatement. Mr. Sawyer, flanked by two of the biggest men Anna had ever seen had walked into the room. As always, they looked immaculately dressed and they stood by the entrance scanning the room in front of them. When Mr. Sawyer’s eyes found Anna and Ryan he pointed over to them. The two large guards started marching their way. “Anna…” Ryan said as he got to his feet. “I know. I love you too.” Anna replied. Her knees felt weak, but she refused to show weakness in front of her enemy. As the guards got closer to them, Anna saw Mr. Sawyer walking around to a side room which was unlocked and opened by Mr. Roberts. Anna backed up a few paces, Ryan stepped in front of her. “Whatever you want, we can… Hey!” Ryan had been trying to speak to the two gorilla like men who were now right in front of them. He didn’t get very far before he was easily picked up by one of them and carried with seemingly no problems at all. Anna let out an involuntary whimper and tensed up as she too was picked up. She could no longer see her husband, the mammoth back of the guard carrying him was in the way, but Anna was carried as a man might carry his wife across the threshold. She automatically tried to break free, but it was a hopeless task. “Put me down!” Anna complained loudly, “I’ll walk! I’ll walk!” Anna was ignored, not that she expected anything different. She was carried across the room and over to the door that Mr. Sawyer had gone into. Anna tensed up as if the room she was being taken into might be some kind of medieval torture dungeon, as if she would be put on the rack or something. Instead, the room was very boring. A plain white table had been pushed to the side and all that remained in the middle of the room was two basic wooden chairs. Mr Sawyer was sitting on the one in the middle of the room and Ryan was being dumped heavily into the other, which was in the corner. The guard that carried him in put a large hand on the diapered man’s shoulder and shook his head threateningly when he looked up. “Ryan, how have you been?” Mr. Sawyer asked with faux pleasantness, “Enjoying your little vacation from work?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna looked over from where she was, still being held by her guard, and saw Ryan looking down at the ground in shame. She wanted to find a way to gee him up, to raise his spirits, but she felt helpless to do anything. “I hear you’ve been having an interesting time.” Mr. Sawyer continued to talk to Ryan, “The enema was particularly entertaining, don’t you think? I hear your co-workers back at the office had a mini-film night one evening after work to watch it. I hear it was a great success.” Ryan was turning a darker shade of red with every word. He had clearly hoped that no one outside the people in the daycare would hear what was happening to him, now he knew no one at his place of work would ever let him forget the embarrassments that had taken place. “And Anna! Our little starlet? How are you?” Mr. Sawyer asked, “If you could bring her to me, please.” Anna felt repulsed by Mr. Sawyer but was carried over regardless of her obvious discomfort. She was brought inches away from the seated man who was so close she could’ve spat on him, only the worry of what might happen if she did it stopped her. His smile made her skin crawl. He stared Anna in the eyes for a few seconds before looking up at the goon who was carrying her. He subtly nodded his head. “Ahh!” Anna let out a scream as she was suddenly let go. Anna felt the wind getting knocked out of her. She had expected to hit the floor, instead, she was over Mr. Sawyer’s lap. She was facing the ground and the man’s knees had driven into her stomach. She tried to crawl forwards and off Mr. Sawyer’s lap, but he held her in place, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and holding them behind her back. She was helpless. “Let her go!” Ryan shouted from the other side of the room. He started to rise to his feet but a large hand on his shoulder pushed him back down. “Oh, Anna…” Mr. Sawyer used his free hand to tuck some of Anna’s hair behind her ear, “You really have been so much trouble.” Anna was still trying to struggle when a spank landed heavily on her rear end. Already winded, she grunted in pain. She couldn’t turn around to see if it was Mr. Sawyer spanking her, but it didn’t feel like a hand. Whoever had smacked her had used a paddle of some kind. It hurt. A lot. “Some of my colleagues think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mr. Sawyer punctuated his sentence with another hard smack. This time Anna knew it was him, she could feel as his body twisted for the blow, “Let me tell you this, little girl. If you’re marketing campaign for us wasn’t doing so well, you would’ve already disappeared.” Anna balled up her fists as she anticipated another spank. When it landed, she let out a loud expletive. Tears welled up in her eyes, and when she blinked, they rolled down her cheeks. She fell limp, her breath returning to her but doing no good. “And believe me, few things would offer me such satisfaction.” Mr. Sawyer hit Anna again. The stinging pain causing her whole body to tense up. It felt like he might’ve been breaking the skin even with the padding of the diaper in the way, “Having you regressed and made into a docile little servant in my house, it would be marvellous.” Anna couldn’t stop the sob escaping her as the next blow landed. She heard a scuffle as Ryan tried to get up again. When the hand pushed him back down, he swung for the guard, it did no good. Ryan was slapped across the face and landed sprawled out on the floor. He was quickly picked back up and sat in his seat, a red handprint on his cheek. “Please! No more!” Ryan pleaded, “She’s had enough!” “Oh, I assure you we’ve only just begun.” Mr. Sawyer replied. Another blow landed on Anna’s ass and she started to cry. She didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction, but she could stop the tears. The pain was too much, “Of course, how long this goes on for is entirely up to you.” “Me?” Ryan repeated. Mr. Sawyer nodded at the guard that was making sure Anna didn’t go anywhere. Anna was lifted up, her body remaining a dead weight. Through her tears she saw Mr. Sawyer stand up and adjust his suit. Next, she was lowered face down over the chair he had been sat on. The guard pressing on her shoulders to make sure she stayed where she was told. “Yes, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You.” Anna was tensed up and ready for a fresh blow to land to her rear end. It never came. Just as she started to relax, she felt a hand grip the back of her diaper. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was holding on to the waistband for a few seconds before pulling quickly backwards. Anna was jerked this way and that as the guard at the other end held her against the seat until, finally, the plastic gave way, and the diaper ripped. The fluff from inside the disposable scattered across the floor and the diaper fell away leaving her butt exposed. “So, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He finished the question by swinging the paddle forwards against Anna’s bare skin, “Or are you going to be naughty and let your poor wife suffer?” Another spank. Anna screamed with each blow. If she thought they had hurt before, it was nothing compared to these fresh whacks against her bare skin. The stinging was indescribable, almost enough to shock her brain into stillness. She writhed desperately, the need to get away from any more spanks overpowering all her senses. The arms of the guard kept her pinned despite her pleadings. “Stop!” Ryan cried out, “W-What do you want to know?” “No doubt you know why you are here.” Mr. Sawyer started. Anna heard him stepping away and relaxed her trembling muscles a little. The stinging wasn’t going away, “Lynn West. A known dissident. Her file came across your desk and you amended it.” Anna swallowed anxiously. Her mind was exhausted from the pain and her face was a mess of tears, sweat and snot. Despite all of this, she understood well the danger they were in. Anna was certain that, despite her pleading, she could take any beating rather than give up the information. Ryan had been expressing doubts already. “I…” Ryan started. “Oh, don’t worry.” Mr. Sawyer continued. He was now meandering slowly back to Anna. Each step that brought him closer made Anna shudder with horrid anticipation, “Little Miss West has gone where she needed to go.” “Ryan, don’t tell him anyth-…” Anna started to shout hysterically. She was cut off by another whack from the paddle. She wasn’t sure if the trickling she felt between her legs was urine or blood. It could easily have been both. This time the blows continued. Anna was quickly reduced to incoherent screams and ineffectual thrashings. She lost feeling in her legs completely, for a moment she thought she might pass out. At the last moment the punishment stopped. Anna breathed heavily. Her face fell to the side and through half-lidded eyes she saw Ryan in tears and staring at her, straining against the guard holding him in place. “Who told you to amend the file?” Mr. Sawyer asked. Ryan looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer and back again. His lips were trembling. Anna almost imperceptibly shook her head. Then screams ripped themselves from her throat as the spanking continued. It was impossible for her to tell if it was the same implement being used or if her ass had just been tenderised to the point that it felt almost like spikes being driven into her with each smack. After a flurry that lasted maybe thirty seconds but felt like an hour, the hits stopped. It did little to help Anna though, the stinging pain radiating from her bruised bottom carried on for another minute, her screams and cries slowly abating. “Who told you to change the file, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer asked again. A single spank landed on Anna’s rear, and it was enough to send her into fresh paroxysms of pain. She didn’t want to imagine how things were looking back there. Anna ‘s bladder definitely did release during the previous hits. Her inner thighs were soaked and there was a puddle at the feet of the chair. She was shaking her head back and forth, hoping it was enough to get the message to Ryan: Don’t say a word. “I imagine it was The Rose Resistance.” Mr. Sawyer said. He practically spat the words out, “And Thorn, yes?” Anna turned her head to look at Ryan again. He seemed torn between telling the man what he wanted to know and doing what Anna wanted him to do. It looked like he might’ve been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Mr. Sawyer sighed loudly. “Look what you are doing to your lovely wife.” Mr. Sawyer said, “How could you let this continue? Are you a monster?” More spanks. Anna screamed again before everything went abruptly black. A blink of an eye later and she was suddenly back in the room. She realised she must’ve passed out. The room seemed to be spinning. “You’re hurting her, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer continued. It was hard to tell if he had even noticed that his victim had been briefly unconscious. “I…It was…” Ryan was stuttering. “Don’t…” Anna barely had the energy to breath the words but somehow, she managed to have them heard. “How did Thorn contact you?” Mr. Sawyer demanded. “Anna…” Ryan was sobbing. He reached a hand out and Anna saw him suddenly wince and look away. Anna felt another spank against her butt. The agony was now so great that it seemed to transcend any reaction. The pain simply didn’t abate; it rolled on and on. Anna screamed but she seemed detached, she was vaguely aware that she was viewing proceedings from somewhere above her own body, watching her flesh flail and cry whilst feeling nothing herself. “Tell me!” Mr. Sawyer shouted. His composure seemed to slip a little before he regained himself. Anna watched as her body was hit again and again. The paddle slamming into her skin and coming away bloody. She felt nothing even as she watched herself beg for it all to end. She had no idea if what she was experiencing was good or bad, she wasn’t feeling the pain anymore, at least. The spanking went on and on. Ryan begged and pleaded with Mr. Sawyer to stop, but he never revealed the information they were looking for. Anna drifted in and out of her body, the pain rolling up on her like huge waves, then descending as if sinking into a deep calm. The whole time she watched as her ass was turned into something resembling uncooked minced beef. Finally, Mr. Sawyer dropped the blood speckled paddle. He was panting and his suit was wet from the effort. Anna was back inside her body, whimpering and wishing she could float away again. She couldn’t feel her legs and the pain was intense, it felt like she would never be able to sit down again. The guard that had been holding Anna in place finally let go and Anna almost immediately slipped off the side of the chair, each small movement causing her even more pain. “You should know that we will leave no stone unturned in searching for how you were communicated.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve had your chance. If we find anything you will be taken straight from here to a Finishing School.” The threat was left to hang in the air. Perhaps it was one last chance for them to give up their information. Anna was sprawled on the floor, partially in a puddle of her own urine, and doing her best not to move. “Ryan, if you think of anything, just let us know.” Mr. Sawyer said as if they had just had nothing more than a friendly conversation. Anna saw the government man reach down and pat Ryan a couple of times on the diaper before leaving with a chuckle. No sooner had the door closed than Ryan rushed across to Anna. “Anna!” Ryan exclaimed. Tears fell from his eyes, “Anna? Are you OK? Talk to me!” “Ugh…” Anna could do little more than grunt. Every movement hurt and she felt completely exhausted. Anna’s head faced Ryan, and she saw her husband look down her body to her butt. She saw him wince with a look of horror. Closing her eyes, Anna tried to get her mind working again. Now that she was back in her body the pain was growing. “Don’t…” Anna mumbled. “Don’t what? Anna?” Ryan asked as he bent low to hear her weak voice. “Don’t tell them anything.” Anna said in little more than a whisper. “Anna…” Ryan looked unsure, “This is serious stuff. If they…” “Don’t.” Anna said with all the force she could muster. It wasn’t a lot. Ryan fell silent. Anna could hear that he was sobbing though trying to bottle his emotions up. It reminded her of the start of their marriage, before she knew Ryan’s truth. His hand was gently stroking her back, stopping long before it reached Anna’s posterior. “How bad is it?” Anna asked. “It’s… not good.” Ryan replied after some hesitation. Anna let out a grunt of a laugh. She felt like she could’ve stayed where she was forever. Never mind the cooling puddle of piss that was soaking in to her lower half, never mind the agony of her backside that was making it all but impossible to move her legs. She didn’t want to move an inch. “Anna, if they find…” Ryan stopped talking when Anna suddenly opened her eyes, no doubt aware the room might be bugged, “They were talking about Finishing School!” “So much for the gilded cage.” Anna muttered darkly. “Huh?” Ryan frowned. Anna shook her head as much as she could in her awkward face down position. She felt so stupid that she had, at one point, almost been seduced by the life given to her by the government. She had, at the very least, been tempted to sell out her dreams for a particularly cosy cell in the gated community. Now she was experiencing the reality of Sallas. The leash around her neck suddenly pulled taut and threatening to strangle her. “I’ll get Mr. Roberts.” Ryan said as he started to get up. “No.” Anna reached out and grabbed hold of Ryan’s ankle, “Please… Just stay here with me.” Ryan crouched back down and returned to stroking Anna’s back. Neither of them said anything. The only sound was Ryan’s sobs and Anna’s occasional winces. She was grateful that despite Ryan’s doubts he had remained steadfast, even if it was because he believed, probably correctly, that if he gave up the information they would all be locked up in a Finishing School regardless. Of course, Anna couldn’t remain on the floor forever. After a few precious minutes of peace, the guards returned. “Holy shit…” One of them said when he looked down at Anna. “Christ, they really did a number on her.” The other replied. Ryan had stood up and turned around as if expecting the two helpers of Mr. Roberts to jump him. Probably not an unreasonable concern considering what had just happened, Anna thought. She stayed silent. “Ryan, go back to the main room.” The first guard ordered. “But…” Ryan started as he gestured to Anna’s bruised backside. “Now.” The guard instructed, “Unless you want us to give your dear wife round two.” Ryan was torn for a second but when Anna gave him a little nod, he reluctantly left the room. Anna might ordinarily have been concerned to be trapped in a small space with two clearly hostile men, but after what she had just endured, she found it hard to be particularly worried about anything. “What do we do with this one?” The first guard said. He raised a foot and tapped Anna’s ass. The small contact was enough to make her scream out in pain. “Take her to the infirmary.” The other guard said. “Me!? She’s got piss all over her!” The guard said with disgust, “You do it!” “I’ve been here longer; you do what I say.” The other guard let out a harsh laugh that sounded even more like a bark in the small room, “Or maybe I speak to Mr. Roberts, and you can join Ryan as the second guy in here…” “Asshole.” The second guard grumbled as he knelt down next to Anna. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mmgxeqf9cb783824 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2380012

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When I first read this I thought it was socks for guys to put their stuff in if they have dribbles. I have used a sock folded in half and put over my stuff to help with wicking in cheap diapers before. When I first started wearing things would get hung on the leg holes or leg guards the sock helped with that too.

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