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53. My New Approach When I woke up in the morning, I stretched out and smiled. I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time, and I was looking forward to the day ahead. My head was still full of dreams, and there wasn’t a thing that could have spoiled that moment. Although there was something that could make it better, like stretching out and feeling a warm body beside me. Seconds later I was teasing Ffrances into wakefulness, so she could share my joy at the new day, and it wasn’t long before she showed me that she still had all the power in our dynamic. A half hour later, I could easily have gone back to sleep. There was no spear of sunlight invading through the gap in the curtains, no hint that the sky was fading from black to grey outside, but I knew that sooner or later my alarm was going to tell me I needed to start the day. As a compromise, I rolled onto my side and put an arm around Ffrances again. “You know, you should be getting breakfast ready, shouldn’t you?” “I’ve got a few minutes before my alarm, I think,” I answered. “You turned it off already. Ten minutes ago. Don’t remember?” I turned my head, and saw that my alarm clock was on the floor somewhere. An overenthusiastic flailing arm could have been responsible for that, now I thought about it. Sometimes I was very good at tuning out distractions. So I pulled myself out of bed, checked the time, and then set it back in its usual place. “My mind must have been on other things,” I said. “Now, you wanted some rest, didn’t you? I’ll bring you up some breakfast in bed after I got Tess sorted. I assume she’ll be up by now.” “I heard her voice a moment ago.” Ffrances’s hearing was a little better than mine, so I didn’t mind the second hand information. “A little yelp of surprise, I think. But breakfast in bed would be very good. Can’t remember the last time I had a day off work that wasn’t filled with the minutiae of residents’ association meetings, bills, and other nonsense.” “You should stay here more often. That stuff can’t reach you here.” I didn’t quite catch her mumbled response as I headed downstairs, but I guessed that it was the usual happy indecision. As much as we wanted to live together, she was still nervous about it, and had been putting off a real decision for a whole year now. Tess seemed as cheerful as usual, and she looked like a real child when she was fidgeting in the kitchen chair. I called her ‘baby’ and she didn’t even fight it. I knew a part of that would be from the hypnotic suggestions; wetting her diaper was a childish thing in her mind, so she would have less objection to being treated like a child. But I liked to think that a lot of her reaction was influenced by the number of variations of this scene we had played out over the last three or four weeks. By now, even when she wasn’t anywhere near her child headspace, calling her a baby would only get a perfunctory objection. She was getting used to it, and that would make it so much easier to take her one step further. I still didn’t know what effect my new suggestions were having; if they were working as intended, or if her subconscious was just discarding the suggestions that didn’t seem to fit. I knew that I needed to find the truth, but I didn’t want to push it by trying too many things too fast. But I could ask a few questions, even if it wasn’t quite the truth. I told Tess that I was going to set off for work late today, and would have time for cleaning the house first. I asked if I would need to do her room; whoever emptied the bins would usually do the whole house at once, so that was one occasion she didn’t mind me going in her room. She blushed and stammered before admitting that she’d had an accident again. But her diaper was in the bathroom bin today, not her own. That was a change in routine, and suggested that her subconscious mind was taking the suggestions exactly how I had hoped it would. “I said the trigger last night, didn’t I?” I probed, wondering if she would be able to admit what had happened. But she just blushed and said that maybe it hadn’t worked.  Like I’d told her before, it wouldn’t be one hundred percent. That helped me to judge her responses a little better; she remembered being told not to have an accident in her sleep, but had forgotten the instruction to wet after she woke up. But I still couldn’t be certain which had actually happened. I had enough experience with hypnosis now to understand that your mind isn’t like a computer following a set of commands; the results might not be exactly what you expect, but they’re usually in the right area. More clues pointed in the same direction. I suggested that if the hypnosis didn’t work, perhaps she should see a doctor, and she said no. And then she asked if I could ask Ffrances to talk to her about something. Something she didn’t want to let me know. I could imagine what that might be; perhaps she was somehow blaming the hypnosis for her early morning accident, and wanted reassurance. Before she left the house, my mind was already whirring, wondering how I could find a way to reassure her without her needing to admit what had happened. I needed her to think it was helping her, because those suggestions wouldn’t last forever. Tess needed to be okay with Ffrances trancing her again, at least until she’d accepted her life as a little. Before I could think much more about it, Tess had one more thing to make me worry. She wanted to go out again with the thug who’d been trying to corrupt her. She promised me that it was just his birthday party, a whole bunch of friends going out to see a movie, but she didn’t even tell me what movie it was going to be. It was hard to trust her, when she kept on defending the guy like she really knew what was going through his mind. But still, there was little I could do. I couldn’t keep her home from school, not without a good reason. I couldn’t control her communication with the outside world, and I was well aware that being too protective would bring me a huge weight of criticism from people who didn’t understand the thought process of older boys. I tried to sound supportive today, as if I trusted this boy now. I just told her to be cautious, to call me if she had any problems, and that she was going to have an accident if the guy tried to kiss or otherwise molest her. “Thanks,” she said. “But you’re not my mum. And Spike isn’t like that, he’s a good friend. Okay?” She gave a wave, and was still smiling as she walked through the door. I could only wait, and hope that my precautions wouldn’t be necessary. Once Tess was out of the house, I put a tray together for Ffrances. I could start work late today, and I fully intended to spend the morning pampering my girlfriend. I could take a few minutes to clean up now that I’d told Tess I would; or if Ffrances wanted my attention for a little longer, she could take care of chores while I was at work. I carried the tray upstairs, and was surprised to hear a faint voice when I got to the top. Ffrances was just putting her phone down as I stepped in, and I could tell from her expression that she wasn’t impressed with what she had just heard. “Tess seems to be enjoying herself,” I told her, hoping to cheer her up a little. “Trying to pretend she’s a big girl, but can’t stop grinning. She said she wants to talk to you later, I’m not sure if the trigger needs reinforcement, or if she wants to add something.” “Okay, I’ll ask her. But I can’t do anything unless she can tell me what she wants. She knows that, right?” “Yeah. So, who called?” “Work. There’s… a bit of a crisis. Not something I can talk about, but… they need me in today. And it’s going to be late, so I can’t make my famous paella for you.” “Okay. But you have to enjoy your breakfast. Okay? French toast, sticky waffles, bacon, fried peppers, and your favourite coffee.” “You really know the way to a girl’s heart,” she smiled, and I knew that a small change of plans wouldn’t be a big deal for either of us. I put the tray down across her lap, and watching her eat was all the fun I could have asked for. She never let anything get to her, and the time we spent together meant the world to me. A heavy work schedule could be dealt with when I got to work, and I could wait until Tess called me to see how today’s experiment had gone. For now I was in heaven.

Yeah… I was just trying to keep most of that out of this version; so the reader might be in the dark as much as Tess is. For most of it, the triggers she don't remember aren't mentioned at all; the same as they are on Gabby's side. I guess one exception can fit in well enough, though.   54. Silver Linings Tess was sitting on the bus, paying no attention to anything but her phone, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She knew it wasn’t Tami, because he’d said the day before that he was going to be away for a few days dealing with family trouble. She contemplated ignoring the interruption, as she didn’t know anyone else who lived on this side of Raybridge, and she needed to ask Spike if he’d made a decision yet about the cinema trip that evening. But that would still have been rude, and she knew that making more friends was a good idea for anyone in her situation. She wasn’t expecting to see Spike right there, when she was in the middle of tapping out a message to him on her phone. But there he was, in the flesh. She quickly turned the device off and slipped it back into her pocket. “Fancy seeing you here!” “I know. It’s almost like we’re going to the same school, isn’t it?” “You know what I meant. This bus is the wrong direction from your house.” “Not if I woke up at five this morning and there was already family drama to deal with.” “The bad kind?” She couldn’t actually picture anything that might qualify as drama for the Torrance household, but she was sure that if she could imagine anything it would have been bad. “Could be worse. Well, pretty bad, but not for me. Nik tripped and hurt himself. You can guess what Duke suggested to take the pain away… I figured somebody needed to be the responsible one, and the pool of sober someones was me. So half an hour later I’m checking my little brother into the hospital, and they’re asking the usual questions. You know?” “Not really. I’ve been in hospital like once in my life, and my parents must have done all the paperwork. Previous conditions and everything?” “Safeguarding. Like, they want to know how it happened, why there wasn’t a responsible adult to take him, why his dad isn’t there with him. That kind of stuff, anyway. Anyway, he’s staying in so the doctors can keep an eye on him. Saw Adam there, and he offered me a coffee. Helped me get my head back in a better place. So… I figured it’s best to wait with Nik, reassure him there’s not going to be any trouble, and get the bus from Pine Ridge. So…” Spike stumbled a bit as the bus pulled off, but quickly dropped into the seat next to Tess, making the move look almost intentional. “How about you? Good morning?” “Is the cinema trip cancelled? Did they say how long Nik’s going to…” “He might get to go home tonight, might want him to stay in until tomorrow. If he’s in hospital overnight I’ll stay with him. But until then, the day goes as planned. No sense going home until I need to. You want to come?” “Yeah. We barely see each other out of school now,” Tess answered, smiling hugely. Being able to spend time with Spike, regardless of what they were doing or why, somehow made her life feel complete. It almost pushed her worries from that morning out of her mind, and she didn’t need to think about why she would be so eager to see more of one of her friends. Spike hadn’t decided where they were going yet, but he was determined to make a fun evening of it. They would go out for dinner somewhere after school, maybe to the Pasta Buffet in Upper Ashfields, and then on to one of the small cinemas there. He hadn’t decided what to watch either; but thought it would be better to decide once everyone who wanted to come was there. Tess had to agree with that. She didn’t mind what they were watching, or what they were eating. The important thing to her was being with Spike on his special day, and perhaps getting to know some of his other friends as well. “How many people are you expecting?” she asked. “A handful. I know a lot of people, but not many I’d call close friends. I mentioned it on Clatter, so anyone wants to show up they can. Jeb and Tami will probably come. Your friend Chloe’s pushing me to go watch that Tags movie, I think she wants an excuse to see it again.” “It’s worth seeing more than once. I’d love to give it another shot, see how much more I pick up this time.” “It’s a twist movie, then? You didn’t mention you were going to see it.” “Not really. It’s… Ffrances is a huge fan of the comics it’s based on, and she’s lent me a few to read, so I know a lot more about the world now. I bet that makes a huge difference. But I’ll be happy with anything you want to see. Your birthday, after all. I bet everybody has their own preferences, so you can’t think about what they all want to see..” “Mindy said she wants to go to some Tyler Walthamstone flick. I told her I’d consider it, but if she wants to come she better start showing some respect first.” “Isn’t she, like, the supreme commander of the popular mean girl squad in your year? Why does she care about your party? I mean… there’s nowhere I’d rather be, but she seems like she’d only want to put you down.” “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “She’s been reasonably polite to me, if a little shallow. It’s just my friends who get maximum disdain. Maybe she’s a slave to hormones or something, it’s all I can think of. I won’t sink to her level, but if she wants to get me to respect her, she needs to be nice to the people I actually care about. It would be good for her to learn that lesson sooner rather than later. Just… not tonight, I don’t want the evening to be hijacked by more of her self-absorbed demands.” Tess knew it was probably uncharitable of her, but she didn’t have much sympathy for Mindy Ciertowczki. After seeing her talking to Spike, the girl had been nothing but spiteful to Tess. If attributed to misplaced jealousy, at least her behaviour made some kind of sense. But that still didn’t excuse it. She hoped that Mindy would come to see that she would get a lot further by learning to be a good friend, but she was cynical enough to know that it wasn’t likely. “I think we’ll have more fun that way,” she said. “I’m sure there will be more people than you expect.” “It’s not the number of people that matters. It’s the right people. And I count myself lucky to have met all the right people. So whether it’s a half dozen friends sharing stories of the dumb things our teachers have said, my whole English class showing up en masse after last period, or if it’s just me and you, I’m sure I’ll have a wonderful time.” The bus had just arrived outside the school, so Spike was already rising to his feet. Tess followed a single step behind, muttering a general statement of agreement, until her brain caught up with her ears and she realised what he had just said, “Just me and you.” Did that mean he considered it a possibility? That he half expected all of his other friends to let him down? Or could it mean that he was hoping for a moment alone, like the date she had always been too nervous to ask for? She didn’t want to say anything like that, but if he was thinking the same… how could she ever know what was a possibility, or what was just wishful thinking? All through school that day, she looked forward to the evening. But she couldn’t have said even to herself which outcome she was hoping for.

I got caught masturbating and was caned across my hands and backside.  This just made my hands feel very sensitive and made masturbation even more enjoyable and compulsive.

Let’s see how much and how fast he will be able to grow up! Looking forward to seeing more!

I like it a lot, yeah! It’s very kinky for us and one of my “punishments.” The whole point of it (for us) is that I pretend I don’t like it, as it’s a chastity device. She’ll even instruct me to tighten it up using gorilla tape. Lol But I do really love how it feels.  I can sleep fine either way, it really depends on mood more than anything.