Tisha

Chapter 12 It was miserable night. Belle woke at 6am but was still groggy. This was not her idea of a normal Saturday morning, at all. She twisted and turned in bed trying to get comfortable. Her diaper was soaked and the leg gatherings were cutting into her from the way she had slept. The diaper was cold, stiff and stale, so she decided to just get up and move around a bit to loosen things up. She hadn't gotten much sleep. She woke up twice to pee and it took her forever to fall back asleep. She had actually tried staying in bed but there was no way her body would let her pee laying down so she had to get up and move around to let it happen. She was thankful that it was the weekend but couldn't take her mind of the spanking she was due to receive later. They called it a spanking, but in her mind it was a paddling or a beating. 'Let's call it what it is', she thought'. She let another stream of morning pee enter her diaper and then thought about trying to lay down for a bit longer, but said 'fuck it' and decided to get her day started by making coffee. She carefully waddled into the kitchen. The diaper was now really irritating her legs. She tried her hardest to adjust the diaper concealed beneath the cover but it was hopeless. She'd just have to sit as still as possible until her morning change. She immediately felt disgusted when she remembered Nick would be the one changing her. Her plan was to get in and out of there without any issues. She drank her coffee and checked the clock. She still had plenty of time before her changing window and decided it was time to try to poop. She still wasn't prepared for what she was about to do but knew she'd have to face it sooner or later. But of all days, to go #2 knowing she'd have to live through the experience of Nick seeing her like that, cleaning it, smelling it. She couldn't bare to think of it would be like. Based on what Nick had implied it would be in her best interest to try and go before arriving. Her mind was racing. The best way she figured to do this was sit on the toilet as she normally would. Coffee in the morning usually got things moving for her pretty fast, but she had been constipated now for 4 days and was starting to feel really full and bloated. She knew it was just a matter of time. She sat down and took a deep breath. Everything else about the day vanished for a few minutes while she concentrated on the degrading act she was now forced to do. She couldn't believe this was happening. Why she kept telling herself this she didn't know. She thought of Katy saying the same thing. 'What would she say if she knew what I was doing right now?' She sat for the next several minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to push. Her goal was time this as close as she could to her appointment to minimize having to sit in her own shit. Her nerves were getting to her. Thinking about doing this, and trying to go, and worried about Nick was too much. Her insides was stopped up and she knew this was a no-go for now. "FUUUUCK", she screamed out loud. It actually felt good to scream. She gave up. Hopefully between now and 8:30 something would happen. She didn't care if she was standing in line or not, if she felt the urge to go she would. She brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and got halfway presentable. Maybe Nick would take some pity on her if she tried flirting with him or something. She wore sweatpants but put on a tank top that showed off her flat tummy and toned arms. She knew it probably didn't matter given that she'd be naked in front of him anyway but what the hell. She grabbed her phone before heading out and saw she had 1 missed message. "Belle, I'm sorry too. If it is ok with you let's talk later ok? I know you are scared. I'll be thinking about you today and no matter what happens call or text if you need anything. I'm going to make some calls and see if there is anyone I can talk to at the court. If there's any chance to at least prevent the spanking I'm gonna try." Belle couldn't believe it. Was it possible Katy could somehow pull this off? Did she know someone who could stop this or delay it? She didn't want to get her hopes up but she was anyway. She didn't have time to reply right now. She struggled to her car. She really need this diaper off her. She knew her legs must be rubbed raw by now based on the burning sensation. She was about to open her door and was stopped by a familiar voice. "I see we learned how to park our car huh?" Belle turned and saw the cop that started this whole mess. She froze, not knowing how to act. 'What was he doing here?', she thought. "Umm yes Sir, all better now. I'm actually just late for my appointment.", she tried to muster some politeness but wanted nothing more than to tell this cop off. "And I see our manners have improved as well young lady.", he smirked. He was trying to provoke her, but she wasn't going to let it work. "Oh yes Sir. Thank you.", she said through her clenched teeth. "Best get down to the center now, that Saturday morning line can get long!" Belle gave him a look and he stared back with a slight grin on his face. 'Did he know?', she wondered? He at least knew where she was headed. This worried her and as she drove away, she saw him staring at her from her rear view mirror. When she pulled up to where she normally parked the area was full, so she drove around a bit until something finally opened up. She made it to the building and just as the cop had said the line was long this morning. It wrapped around the building. This was going to take awhile. While she waited in the cold, she thought she'd reply to Katy. "Good morning Katy. I'm in line at the building. Gonna be a long wait this morning. I had a really rough night and couldn't sleep much. How are you?", Belle tried to pick up their conversation where they left off while ignoring her outburst and Katy's skepticism . "Very happy to hear from you. Sorry about last night. I hope I wasn't to blame!" Belle replied, "No, not at all, I'm just very uncomfortable. So.. umm.. do you think its possible? What you said? You could help me?" "Belle, I'm going to make a couple calls to some friends. Please don't get your hopes up though. I'll do my best but no promises." "I understand. Thanks for trying. I wanted to ask you something else too.", Belle typed nervously. "Anything." "Do you think you could take me tonight, and then drive me home? I just don't want to be alone when I walk out of there. Is that too weird? Would that be ok?" "I'll pick you up in front of your building. What time?" Belle and Katy figured out the details and continued texting for the next 45 minutes while the line crawled to get inside the building. Belle wondered how many people in this line were in here situation. None? All? She looked at everyone else and they all appeared normal, no fidgeting etc. She felt singled out in all this mess. But she figured anyone else wouldn't be advertising their situation if it was at all similar to hers. She told Katy she had to turn her phone off and that she'd text her later. She felt so relieved that Katy agreed to go with her tonight. It brought her a little comfort. She made her way inside with 10 minutes to spare in her changing window and got checked in. 'Thank god thank god', she thought to herself. She didn't know what she would have done if she missed her change. Once inside things moved quickly. She didn't spend much time in the waiting room before Nick called her name and escorted her to one of the empty rooms. She decided to try and chat with him, doing the usual pleasantries and asking him how he was. She only received one word answers and instructions on what to do next. The place was busy this morning and he appeared rushed. She took off her jacket after enter the room, exposing the cute little top she had on. She did her best to accentuate her features but the Nurse just looked at her with contempt. "What are you doing? Get undressed, right now." Belle removed the clothing which she could and laid down with her interlaced her fingers behind her head. Her pert breasts stood out and spread her legs a bit to get comfortable. She closed her eyes and just waited for the Nurse to get started. "Belle, if you can stay still like that and behave, I think we can skip the restraints this morning. Deal?" "Deal.", Belle quickly agreed figuring she had one him over, even if just a little bit. Nurse Nick worked on getting the cover removed from the bulging diaper and Belle breathed a sigh of relief. Next, the diapers were cut from her leaving a strong smell of her urine in the air. She wanted to look at her crotch to see what damage there may be to her flesh but fought the urge to sit up. She knew Nick's mask didn't helped conceal the embarrassing odor. If that smell was able to get through the masks so easily then anything else could too. She really did try to do her part during the pandemic which made having to go through this experience all the more aggravating. There were a lot of other people who broke the rules and getting away with it. It felt so unfair. "Oh my Belle. Looks like these diapers did a number on you. I'll see if I can help with this after I get you cleaned up.". When Nick exposed the Belle's diaper area, he could see dark red, almost purple lines circling her legs from where they had met the diaper. He wiped her her clean and she was grateful. As promised, Nick produce some lotion and rubbed it into Belle's tender thighs to help with the sores. His hands were basically up in her crotch the whole time but she didn't care. The soreness was dissipating and she was glad to have some relief. He continued and applied more directly to her private area and rear end. Belle felt his fingers slide through her but crack and sensitive areas and she felt a bit flustered. She had not had any release or pleasure down there in days and any sort of touch felt good. A sense of shame arose for feeling this way and she turned her head to the side. It was over in a few seconds, however, allowing nothing to really build up. All the better she thought than to feel teased and toyed with and have no release. She didn't know how she was going to get through 2 weeks being prevented from that part of her life. "Belle, I need you to pull your legs up to your chest. Pretend you are like a crab on its back. You can hold them there if you need to." Belle reluctantly brought her legs up toward he chest and her bottom raised off the table a bit. She grabbed her legs behind each knee to steady herself. Flexibility was not an issue for her. She knew her butthole, as well as everything else was clearly visible in this position because she cool feel the cool air against it. She felt the diaper being slipped under her and she started to put her legs back down. "I didn't say you could put your legs down yet!", Nurse Nick snapped at her and gave her a hard slap on her right thigh where it met her butt. "Keep your legs there until I tell you other wise.", Belle complied out of fear of another sting and her face had turned red from the anger she felt right now. She was kept in this position for several minutes while Nick was getting something from across the room. She kept her mouth shut. Nick appeared again and she looked up from between her spread legs and saw him standing there looking down at her ominously. She felt so vulnerable in this position. He could do anything to her and nobody would know. She wanted to cry. "Belle, I told you yesterday I really wanted you to go #2 by now. I'm getting concerned now that it has been almost 4 days. So we are just gonna help the process a long a bit. Now just a big deep breath and exhale form." "What? What does that mean? Really, I'm fine. This happens to me sometimes.", Belle asked fervently. He instructed her again to breath in and out. As she blew out her breath she felt his finger go up her butt. It slipped in easily from all of the lotion and he sort of wiggled it in as far as he could until the rest of his hand pushed against her behind. He quickly removing his gloved finger from her and it burned her a little. She had never had anything up there in her life and the thought of that had always grossed her out. It all happened so quickly she didn't have time to react in the moment. "OWWWW. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP STOP STOOOP.", Belle yelled at him. It was mostly reactionary because she wasn't ready for it and didn't know what his intentions were. She expected the worst at every turn in this nightmare. He calmly lowered her legs and butt down onto the diaper. "Belle, calm down. It's over. I just gave you something to help you go. You are going to feel so much better once you finally have a bowel movement. I promise." She realized she had just been given a suppository. She didn't really know how they worked but figured she'd find out soon enough. She was sort of relieved there wasn't something sexual going on but it was still humiliating as hell having this stranger probe her like that. "Is it going to hurt? What you gave me?", Belle could already feel a slight tingle in her rear end from whatever he put up there. "Well, everyone reacts differently, but most people don't notice anything out of the ordinary or experience some very mild cramping. The medicine usually takes affect any where from 2 to 4 hours but I'd stay close to home today just in case." Her concerns were eased a bit as he brought the diaper up between her legs. Something felt different to her immediately. The material between her legs felt thicker. "Is that a different diaper?", Belle asked. "I put a different booster in here for today, just in case. It has a big more padding and little more absorbent." Belle thought it was way more than a little padding. "Can't I just have the uhh.. normal one?", Belle asked. The answer she received was him continuing to tape the diaper snuggly around her. He came back with a fresh diaper cover and worked it up her legs. She was sure there was no way the cover would fit over this new diaper. Nick did struggle a bit and eventually fit the garment into place concealing the diaper beneath. He told her to take another deep breath and blow it all out. This gave him some extra room as Belle's body constricted to pull the waist band up and over her hips before locking it in place. She was allowed to sit up and get dressed. She stood up and felt the diaper cover pulling down on her hips, pinning the thicker diaper even tighter to her that before. Her breathing felt labored as well now, fighting the constrictive garment. She didn't understand the point of this. "Umm Nurse Nick, is there a reason these have to be so tight. I mean, this is hurting already.", Belle rubbed at the band indicating to Nick was she was talking about. "Well they are a bit snug.", he replied as he examined the fit. Belle thought for brief moment he may help her, but he saw him looking at her chart. "Everything here is in order with what was prescribed by your Dr. and Nurse Beth. Sorry, but I don't really have a choice in what I put on you. You can always talk to your Dr. about it when you see her next. But I should remind you to never touch your diaper area. Any signs of tampering or trying to defeat he security measures will result in an increased sentence." She was well aware of this fact and felt he was being condescending. "And talking about prescriptions, I see you are due for a spanking this evening?" "Yes?", Belle replied, hoping beyond hope that Katy could come through to prevent it somehow. "Alright then, well I'll make sure I'm available for that since you are already comfortable with me." Belle couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was not comfortable with that at all, not in the slightest. As if he was doing her some sort of favor for fucks sake. She thought he'd probably be looking forward to it all day. She simply wanted out of there for now and replied with, "Oh oh, thank you Nick." "No problem at all. We'll see you later then.", he put a hand on her shoulder and gave a squeeze before walking out. For some reason the way he touched her just then felt more intrusive than anything else he had done this morning. She muttered, 'asshole' quietly to herself before finishing dressing and heading back to her car.

Chapter 11 It was dark and cold out by the time Belle finally made it home. Her hair was still damp from working out and the cold air hurt as it hit her face. She made it inside and threw her things on the counter. Her plan was to shower, find something to eat and go to bed and forget about this day. She stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the floor in her bathroom. She reached into the shower and turned on the water letting it warm up. She saw herself in the mirror again and paused briefly. "It's not forever. You are going to get through this.", She told herself. As she stepped into the shower her phone dinged and she quickly glanced at the notification. Katy had replied. "Hey Belle, good to hear from you. Any time you want to talk just call me. Even tonight is OK!" She felt very nervous reading the reply but didn't know why. Even though shew was alone she somehow felt exposed standing there in nothing but the diaper locked onto her. "Thanks Katy.", was all she replied, hesitant to say much more. She set her phone down and hopped into the shower. She enjoyed the hot water running over her, and just as before the diaper cover stayed dry and sealed to her skin. Once out, she slipped on a plain t-shirt which almost came down to the top of her diaper and she headed into the kitchen. She made herself quick meal, brushed her teeth and headed to bed. Even though the diaper was still very uncomfortable, she was getting used to walking around now. She felt a little silly just going about her evening dressed like this but she decided to just go with it. She slipped into bed. The diaper trapped a lot of heat, and she hoped the lack of pants would help throughout the night. Just as she was trying to get comfortable her phone rang. She thought perhaps it was a family member. She was a bit short on friends the last few months as the lockdowns have kept everyone isolated and she had been working so hard. She made a note to work on her relationships after this was all over. She grabbed her phone but didn't recognize the number immediately but then realized it was Katy calling. It was still relatively early but she thought it was a bit presumptuous that Katy would be calling like this. "Hello?" "Hey Belle, this is Katy... I hope it is ok that I called. I just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing." "Oh well I'm OK. It's been a very long day, I just got into bed actually.", Belle responded. "Would you care to talk for a bit? It's really no problem." Belle realized this was the first bit of kindness she had experienced in quite some time and Katy did have a way of making her feel very comfortable, even though she had just met her. Belle and Katy chatted for the next half hour or so. Belle confided in Katy the horrific day she just she just experienced and how it was topped off with the new Nurse Nick violating her and changing her diaper. He probably didn't see it like that but there was no other way to describe it from her point of view. Katy was speechless. She had some ideas about what was going, and had heard various rumors, but nothing could have prepared her for what she had just heard. She wondered it Belle was embellishing her story somewhat. "Oh my god! Belle I am so sorry this has happened to you." "It's ok its not your fault. And sorry I kind of just unloaded on you like that. I have just felt so alone lately, and now this unbelievable thing has happened to me. It really helps to be able to talk to you about it.", Belle said. Katy had taken a page of notes and had planned on reviewing them after her call. She did feel very bad for Belle, regardless if her story was 100% true or not. But she also was collecting information in hopes of exposing what was going on. She did not hide this fact from Belle. "Belle, any time. You know I'd love to be able to represent you if you are willing, but if not we can still just talk OK?" Belle considered it for a moment and there was a moment of silence between them. "Belle, are you still there?" "Yes I'm here, just thinking. At first, I wanted no part in your lawsuit or whatever you are doing, but after tonight, having been tied down and treated like that, by a man no less, I feel like I should fight back. I'm so angry right now Katy, but I'm also very scared. You can't know what it's like. The diaper is a constant reminder of my punishment. I can't clean myself, itch myself, or touch myself for Christ's sake. My basic bodily functions are not under my control. I have to ask permission to even workout. And I don't event want to think about tomorrow." "Why what's going on tomorrow?", Katy was quit to interrogate. Belle explained that she was scheduled to receive another spanking tomorrow at 6PM and that she was literally terrified. The first experience was not something she wanted to ever repeat again and even though she hadn't seen her own bottom since then, she knew it hadn't healed to 100% yet. She had just kept pushing the impending time further out of her mind but with each passing hour she thought about it more and more. Katy could hear the trepidation in Belle's voice as she talked about it. "Belle, I have to ask you something and I hope you don't take this the wrong way. But is everything you are telling me for real? I mean, it's an amazing story. I just..." Belle cut Katy off, "Katy!..., what? What the actual fuck?! How can you ask me that. Who would make something like this up? God. Just another person who doesn't believe me. Goodnight, I'm tired now and going to sleep." Katy had no chance to respond before the sound of her phone indicated the call was over. She felt instant regret at questioning Belle's story and didn't know what to do now. Belle looked at her phone for several minutes, typing out a hurried message, then looking at her email. She put her phone on silent, set her alarm, turned over and assumed her favorite sleeping position and cried herself to sleep. --- Katy sat on her couch, thinking through the conversation she just had, reviewing her notes, but knew she had messed up. Several minutes later, her cell phone buzzed and she began reading a text from Belle. She was relieved to see anything from Belle. She began to read... "Katy, I'm sorry for blowing up at you like that. You didn't deserve it. Thinking about it, I don't think I'd believe me either. And I felt that way when it happened, and still do every day. I just took out my anger on you. I really hope you can forgive me. You are the only person who has shown me any kindness and then I treat you like that. I understand if you don't want to talk to me again after this. I'm forwarding you an email. This should help convince you. You can use it however you want. 'night." Katy checked her email and saw that Belle had forwarded her the welcome letter and rules surrounding her 'treatment program'. She scoffed that it was being referred to like this. She read through the entire email twice and finally came to realize everything Belle had told her was true. This made her feel even worse for Belle and sad how she had just treated her on the phone. This was the first actual piece of hard evidence she had regarding these programs and it was a gold mine, but it had come at the expense of alienating a possible new friend. Katy studied for the next hour or so, sipping on some wine. Her mind was swimming with the information she was absorbing. Her thoughts turned to Belle. She knew there was a young woman, not but only a few houses down from her, who was diapered against her will. She hoped that Belle was sleeping peacefully.

Chapter 10: "You.. you are the nurse?", Belle stuttered. "I think I'd be more comfortable with a female nurse if you don't mind.", Belle tried to make her desire clear without being rude. "Sure Belle, that is no problem. Nurse Beth will be available Monday morning if you'd like to come back then." Nick raised his eyebrows indicating he was waiting for her to answer. Belle was speechless and wondered if he was really serious. She considered the option for a few seconds and realized that wasn't a realistic option. A single afternoon in a soaked diaper was hell and there was no way she could wait a whole weekend. She slowly shook her head in defeat. "Good girl. Why don't you get undressed while I review Nurse Beth's notes." It wasn't a request. Belle slowly got undressed and tried to ignore the "good girl" remark. She didn't want to be exposed in front of this man. She didn't want him to change her very wet diaper. She didn't want any of this. She wanted to run out of there that very second. "OK Belle, I see see from Beth's notes here you can be a bit of handful. I don't want any trouble you from you ok?" "Handful? Just what does that mean?", Belle found herself defensively blurting out. "Belle, calm down, please." Belle resented this guy telling her to be calm, like she couldn't control herself. 'Typical Male Arrogance', she thought. "Yes Sir." She kept her mouth shut and finished taking off her clothes. She was now bare breasted in front of the this man in only her diaper. She tried not to think about it and laid back with her arms covering her chest. He successfully removed the diaper cover and Belle breathed of a sigh of relief as the clammy diaper loosened from her loins. The nurse began to cut the tapes on the diaper and Belle just closed her eyes as her privates were now on full display. This was now officially the most embarrassing moment of her life, replacing the events of this morning, which has replaced the previous days events. She felt Nurse Nick cleaning her down there and tried not to flinch at his touch. When he was done she felt the sensation of being clean again and it brought her a moment of comfort. "Ok Belle, we are done for now." "What? What do you mean we're done?", Belle asked. "It says here you have a gym time. So you need to get dressed for that. When you are done, I'll escort you back here and get you all diapered up." Belle had completely forgotten about working out. She had lost all interest at this point and decided she would just reschedule. "That's OK Nurse Nick, I really think I just want to go home now." "Belle, I'm sorry but gym time is a commodity and you scheduled it. Trying to back out now is very disrespectful to all those people who couldn't get in. So in other words, you are either going to work out now or forfeit any future gym visits. I'll also need to let Nurse Beth know about this and believe me, you don't want me to do that." Belle quickly changed her mind and Nick instructed her to get changed and follow him. Belle reached into her bag and pulled out her favorite little pair of running shorts, sports bra, cover up shirt and shoes. She quickly got dressed and as she took a few steps she realized it was the first time in 2 days she hadn't been in that damned diaper and it felt amazing. She knew not to get used to it though. She was led down the hallway and into a small but well equipped gym. "You have 1 hour.", she heard voice from behind her say. The door shut and she found the a treadmill and fired it up. In no time she found her self running at full stride and she increased the speed. The faster she ran, the more she forgot about her problems. She was running away from it all. She pushed herself harder than she ever had before. Sweat was dripping down her back, and hitting the belt of the treadmill below. Her legs were burning and she was breathing heavily. The hour passed quickly for her. She brought the treadmill to a stop and stepped off the back. When her feet hit the ground she fell to her knees and hands and she broke down into tears. Time was standing still in this moment and the last 2 days came pouring out of her. She didn't realize this had been building up inside of her and now it was exploding like a volcano. She wiped her eyes and nose. "Are you OK?" She looked up from the floor and saw Nurse Nick at the door. "Oh... oh yeah... yeah I'm ok. I'm just going through a lot right now, ya know?", she tried for some sympathy as she responded. "Are you able to compose yourself Miss Larson? I have a schedule to keep." 'God', Belle thought to herself. 'Is there a not a single person around here that has an ounce of compassion?' She briefly thought of Katy in the moment. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Belle said as she pulled herself up from the floor. She followed Nick back to the exam room and got on table. Nick wasted no time in securing her wrists to the table in preparation for her diaper change. As she was forced down she felt her sweaty back against the material of the table. The grossness of that was quickly replaced by Nicks fingers slipping into the waistband of her running shorts. For some reason, having Nick peal the shorts off her and down her legs seemed more humiliating than what was about to happen. Having someone else undress her made her feel small and powerless. Nick placed the sweaty shorts with Belle's other things and then began cleaning her mid section. For the next few minutes Belle felt violated as this man's hands worked between her legs, wiping her, cleaning her, touching her everywhere. She heard his voice, "Belle, I've cleaned your diaper area and applied lotion. You can take a shower to clean the rest of yourself off when you get home." Belle didn't say anything and just kept her eyes shut until what came next. "Now Belle, it says here in the notes you haven't done a #2 yet? What's up?" Belle was shocked that he would ask her that and though the Nick's attitude seemed force like he was trying to be cool around her. "Uhh I don't know, I guess I'm a little backed up right now. It happens sometimes and I'm probably just nervous to be honest. I think my body is sorta still in shock at all this. I'll be ok." "Hmmm. Ok, well let's hope we have some progress by tomorrow morning, OK?" Belle didn't know what he meant by that and couldn't believe she was having this conversation. She didn't know why she hadn't gone in a few days but could only figure the stress of all of this had her twisted up to no end. With the diaper securely fasted to her, Nick applied the diaper cover and sealed it on to her as expertly as Nurse Beth had. She took a deep breath as Nick locked it tightly around her hips. "There we go Belle. You are all done. You can finished getting dressed and you are free to go. And do try and remember what I said about going #2 OK? It will be much easier on you if you can go before tomorrow morning." She didn't have a chance to answer before he was out the door and she was left alone. She also wanted to get home, shower, crawl into bed and cry herself to sleep. After getting dressed she made it made it back to her car. She checked her messages; nothing new. She though she would at least have an email or Facebook notification from someone she knew but instead felt very alone. She dug out Katy's card from her purse and typed the number into her phone to start a text message. -- 'Hi Katy, it's Belle. Mind if I take you up on your offer to talk?' She contemplated the wording several times, making edits as to not sound like a weirdo. She hesitated briefly before finally hitting send.

Thanks AdultInnocence, and everyone else who has commented too.. There is some backstory in the works regarding but don't want to reveal anything just yet and I'm not 100% sure yet the direction I want to take some things. In the end some things just need to be left to the readers imagination. I think the other commenter said why isn't anyone wearing a mask? I did include a few scenes with masks, so the implication is that precautions are being taken when necessary and I don't need to call it out in every interaction. Also, without any human interactions there wouldn't be any story Another aspect to the story is how authorities may take too many liberties with their new found sense of power and poor Belle gets caught up in the mix of things and becomes a victim even though she thinks she is adhering to the rules. As we've seen Nurse Beth doesn't seem like the most friendly person in the world. Sometimes innocent people aren't always treated fairly and maybe this is just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Maybe we'll find out!!! Also, this is really my first attempt at any writing so I thank you for the feedback. I have received very positive feedback and messages so far, mainly "where is the NEXT CHAPTER!!?!?" which is nice to hear. But in the end it is just story to have fun with and might not be everyone's cup of coffee. I think if someone is getting hung up on some specific detail such as why a certain scene might not conform to reality or cover a certain detail, you can probably find something in just about any story you don't like. I appreciate the feedback everyone has given so far and am continuing to learn. But my main goal was to write a story that people can have some fun with for a little bit of escape from actual reality!

Chapter 9 "Huh? Uhh NO.", Belle tried to act as if it was a weird question. They looked at each other and it was obvious they both knew she was lying. Belle wasn't a good actor. An awkward moment of silence passed and Belle spoke again. "It's not like I want to. I sorta got into some trouble... Look Katy, thanks for saying hi, really, but this isn't one of my finer moments right now." Katy saw that Belle was on the verge of breaking down, having to admit this. "Belle, don't be embarrassed ok? Do you want to tell me what happened?" Belle gave her the 2 minute version of her story up until this point. Katy just listened, nodding the whole time. She was the first person that seemed to show any sympathy or validity in Belle's version of the events. When Belle was done with her explanation Katy simply looked at her and responded. "I believe you." Belle want to throw her arms around Katy and thank her but remembered she was suppose to keep a distance from people. "You do?!" "I think what they are doing in there is wrong and I want to help put a stop to it." "Riiiight. Well how are you going to do that?", Belle replied in a skeptical tone. "Well I happen to be a civil rights attorney. That's why I was here today. I was visiting a client. Based on the story you told me, I think you might have a case here worth fighting. It probably wouldn't help you out of your current situation, but you might be able to sue for some emotional damage. But the real reason is we would help others by getting the state to stop with this type of therapy. I think all the power the state has acquired during this pandemic has gone WAY to far." "Oh... uh, I don't know Katy. I'm not sure I want to be the poster child for the anti-diaper movement. I'm already embarrassed just talking to you about it. Besides, I think I juts want to serve my time and get this over with as quickly as possible. I don't want any more trouble." "I understand, but promise me you won't make a decision right away. You've only been doing this for one day. Just think about it OK? There are a lot of people we could help. Look, even if you don't want to fight this, here's my card if you ever just want to talk. I mean, we are neighbors." Belle took the card, "Thanks Katy. Hey I really gotta get back to work now. It was nice meeting you." "You too Belle. And I'm serious, don't hesitate to call me. It's been pretty boring lately ya know?" Belle nodded and waved bye and then proceeded home. She kept thinking about what Katy had to say, and her offer. Both of her offers. She wasn't sure about this legal thing, but it might be nice to have someone she could talk to about this. 'She was the only other person outside of the nurse and doctor that really knew her condition.', Belle thought to herself. Before going home, she drove a few block to get a Starbucks, or 'SB' as she called it. She could get favorite latte through the drive through. She felt a little funny going through these motions, ordering, paying at the window while wearing this thick diaper but she had a long two weeks ahead of her. She wasn't going to let this ruin her life. --- Belle spent the rest of her morning in front of her computer. Between conference calls, and more conference calls, followed by emails and then more conference calls, time seemed to fly by. She liked working hard like this. It took her mind off of everything else. She was able grab a late lunch in between calls while she continued to work. It wasn't until around 3:00pm when she felt the need to pee again. On cue, her heart started racing. "Whelp here we go again." She blurted out. She held it. Just a few more hours until her evening change. Between her diet soda at lunch, and her coffee intake, she was about to burst. She was about to get up and go to the bathroom like she had done last night, but then reconsidered. She realized she was being stupid so she just sat back in her office chair relaxed. She flooded her diaper again. Once more, the warmth filled her seat as the diaper did its job. Relieved of the urge to go and able to concentrate again, she went back to work for a few minutes. She found herself thinking this was rather convenient. Not having to get up from her desk and her work did offer and advantage! She shook her head and snapped herself out of it for thinking such a thing. For the next hour she fidgeted in her chair. Between the dampness, and the swollen diaper between her legs it was hard to concentrate. But she found a way. She peed once more before stopping work around 6pm. She had to work extra, and probably more later to make up for her missing time each morning. But she figured it was at least something to do. She had long since changed out of her business attire and had only been wearing the diaper and a t-shirt around the house. It seems more comfortable like that today for some reason. The one thing she had been looking forward to all day was getting to work out tonight. She hoped they had a decent treadmill she could run on. Her changing window started at 7pm and she wanted to be there right on time. She packed a bag and headed for her car. When she reached the facility she tried to park in the same are she had before and was able to get close. She got in line and was thankful it wasn't so long today. She was at the door in no time and checked in. She was directed to the same row of chairs as before and took a seat. She had thrown on an old pair of sweat pants which did a wonderful job of concealing the diaper. She saw no reason to be presentable today given she planned on working out. She was a bit stressed from having missed a day yesterday but decided to give herself a break. When the door opened, someone came out and called her name. She didn't recognize the older woman. "I'm Belle.", she announced. "I was expecting Nurse Beth?" The woman half acknowledged her and pointed her down the hall and into an open room. "The nurse will be with your shortly. Keep quiet in here and wait patiently." There must have been something about an older individual giving orders that exudes a sense of authority. Belle did as she was told and the woman walked out. She waited for what seemed like forever and began to grow impatient. She had been sitting on the side of the exam table and after awhile decided to sort of lay down and wait. She was looking up at the ceiling when she heard the door open. 'Finally', she thought. She started to say, "Hi Nurse Be..", and as she sat up she cut herself off. A man walked in wearing scrubs. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties and Belle thought, somewhat attractive. Her initial reaction was to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. She had a surprised look on her face and stared at this man as if he was in the wrong room. "Hi, you must Belle? I'm Nick and serve as Nurse Beth's backup on nights and weekends, pleasure to meet ya."

Yes, I've just been swamped lately and had to take a break from it! Hope you are enjoying it. Thanks, Ahh yeah, well it takes a while to write, then proofing it take a bit, by then I'm just ready to push submit! Hope you are enjoying though. Chapter 9 is coming but slow

Chapter 8 Belle looked at the line in front of her and there was gap to move up when she realized what the girl was trying to tell her. "Oh, yeah that's ok I just wasn't paying attention. Sorry.", Belle was so embarrassed. Did the other girl know what she was just doing? God this was so awful. She moved forward up the line and turned away. She knew she still had to go some more but nothing was coming out now. 'Great she thought to herself, just great. I'm going to be changed and have to pee again.' Determined not to let that happen she eventually found the time while waiting in line to make some progress. She peed as much as she could and felt satisfied with her first attempt at doing that outside of normal privacy she enjoyed. When she entered the doorway, a male staff member greeted her and checked her name off the list. "Miss Larson, looks like your first time according to my records. It is good you are early, I always recommended getting here extra early because sometimes the line gets long with all of our patients and visitors and I see you are under, how should I say, a bit of time constraint." He looked at her diaper area and it was obvious from her paperwork he knew what was going on. She wanted him to quit staring and let her pass. "Have a seat in that far row over there there until the nurse comes out to get you. There is no talking and no cell phones permitted here.", the attendant pointed to an empty row of chairs along the back wall. "Ok, do you mind if I just stand while I wait?", Belle politely asked, not wanting to sit in a freshly soaked diaper any more than she had to. The attendant snapped back, "I told you what to do, now are you going to sit here or do we have a problem?" "No, no sir, no problems here.", She quickly darted over to one of the chairs. Belle took a seat and felt the wetness of the diaper squish between her thighs. These were not the most comfortable chairs she thought. Sitting like this caused more pressure on her bladder and she thought felt a little more pee escape." She waited for awhile and someone else entered the room. It was the same girl that was behind her in line. She entered the room unattended and walked to the other side of the room like she belonged there. Belle got caught looking at her and the girl smiled back from across the room and gave a her little wave. Belle waved back awkwardly. They shared a brief connection until she was snapped out of it by hearing hear name called. "Miss Larson? Miss Larson!", she heard in a loud angry tone. Belle looked up and saw Nurse Beth trying to get her attention. She quickly got up and said, "Yes. I'm here. Sorry nurse Beth." The nurse just shook her head and took Beth down a hall way into an available room. "Set your stuff over there and get all the way undressed, I am already behind today and you don't seem to be paying attention." Nurse Beth appeared to be in a less than stellar mood so Belle didn't want to get on her bad side. "Yes Nurse." She quickly got undressed. She took off her blouse, bra, and skirt, and her heels and folding everything neatly before setting it aside. Once again, she stood naked in front of the nurse. Well as naked as should could be. She let her hands fall to her sides and didn't even bother trying to cover her breasts this time. She had lost the will to care at this point. The nurse took notice and gave a little smile as if she had won some battle that Belle wasn't interested in playing. "Ok Miss Larson, lay back on the table so I can get you restrained and we'll get that diaper off off you." Belle huffed when hearing she'd be tied down again. She did as she was told. "Was that a huff I just heard? I'm sorry Miss Larson, but these are the rules here, and besides this is only your first day here. You haven't done anything to gain my trust or respect for you yet, but at least your manners have improved a bit today." Belle's hands were brought over hear had and secured to the corners of the exam table like before. She wanted to itch her nose all of a sudden but was denied. The nurse was gathering supplies, "Well Miss Laron how was your first night diapered? Ready to get changed out of those I bet?" "Yes nurse. It was a long night and it was hard to sleep wearing it.", Belle tried her best to answer her honestly. "Ok." The nurse gave a snap reply implying she didn't really care but was only making small talk. "I'm assuming you didn't #2 yet?" "Uh... No!" God how embarrassing Belle thought. How could she even ask her something like that. "Ok, well it is important you maintain a regular schedule down here.", the nurse said as she poked at Belle's stomach. It kind of hurt when she poked her like that. "If you are not going regularly we will give you something to make you go.", she gave Belle a raised eyebrow which indicated this was more of a threat than an offer of help. The nurse pulled out some sort of tool and waved it above seems of the bands that locked the diaper cover. It made a humming noise and after about 30 seconds she could feel it start to loosen. Beth let out an audible sigh of relief at being free from the material that was digging into her hips and waist. She could feel the diaper cover being pulled down her her legs and off her feet. The feeling of having that thing off of her after 12 hours was glorious, even though she was still wearing a wet diaper. Nurse Beth noticed Belle's change in demeanor, and responded, "Now Belle, don't get too comfortable. I've got a fresh pair with your name on them." The nurse asked Belle how many times she peed and Belle begrudgingly told her what had happened so far. The nurse took a few notes and then gave a healthy squeeze to Belle's crotch causing her to jump. Beth looked at the wetness indicator built into the diaper. It was about 20% based on her experience, even though she knew they could hold more than the stated capacity. Rather than fighting the strong tapes, the nurse used medical scissors to cut the diaper to save time. As soon as she cut the tapes at one side, the tension released and it sort of popped open like spring. Belle felt a wave of fresh air across her diaper area but she immediately smelled the staleness of her urine mixed with her sweat and grossness of the last 12 hours. The nurse pulled the front of the diaper down and Belle was fully exposed. She lifted her little butt off the table as the nurse pulled the diaper out from under her. "You sure you went twice, these don't even seem that wet? You should know I don't want you coming in here for pointless changes. These can hold a lot so I don't want to take these off you and find them barely used, understand?" The nurse held up the front of the diaper to showed Belle the indicator, "This better be at least up to here tonight when you come for your change little girl." "Yes Nurse Beth.", Belle replied in a slow monotonous tone. 'Little girl?! Little girl!?', Belle was becoming highly annoyed and she was furious at the notion she hadn't used these diapers. She had wet them twice! They were already strapped on very tightly and the diaper had swelled to the point of hurting. She thought there was no way she could pee that much before tonight. Her emotions were getting the better of her again. She thought she had this under control but it was just too much too fast. She held back tears of anger and embarrassment when this woman, barely older than she was, had just removed a soaked diaper from her. "Phew, what have you been drinking?" Belle knew the nurse was trying to piss her off and cause a reaction but didn't take the bait. "Ok let's get you cleaned up." The nurse went to work on Belle and quickly but thoroughly cleaned her entire diaper area. The nurse wasn't shy as her hands were everywhere. Belle felt violated but also enjoyed feeling clean down there again. The nurse left and returned with something else. This must be the lotion and antibacterial cream referenced in the intro letter. The nurse applied it and rubbed it in. She started on Belle's front first and when she was touched there Belle almost let out a little moan. She thought about how strange it was that this woman was allowed to touch her down there, but she was not. It was humiliating to even think about it. Belle felt the nurses fingers slide up her rear end, between her cheeks and she jerked upwards off the table. She had never been touched there. The nurse didn't care and kept applying the product forcefully as Belle squirmed. It was over quickly and nurse had produce a new diaper and booster identical to the first. "Ok Belle, lift up we are almost done." Belle complied and within moments the thick diaper was tightly taped back on her. This was her life now. The nurse opened a cabinet and returned a fresh diaper cover. The was a little medical tag hanging off of it and the nurse tore it away and showed it to Belle. "See I told you it had your name on it.", the nurse gave a smile and then proceeded to work the garment up Belle's legs and over the diaper like before. Belle hoped that maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be put on so tight but her hopes were dashed as the nurse secured it to her no different than before. "Comfy?", the nurse teasingly said with a smile. Belle was now convinced this woman was some sort of sadist who just wanted her to suffer unnecessarily. For whatever discomfort she was feeling, she was happy to be cleaned up down there. She knew she could never get used to that dirty feeling. She could only watch from the table as the nurse went to put her tools away and wash her hands, and then she was finally released from the table and was allowed to sit up. "Get dressed and remain her until the doctor comes.", the nurse ordered. She dressed and waited patiently. It must have been at least 25 minutes before the doctor came in. They proceeded to the Doctor's office like before where they had another long talking session. The 60 minutes session seemed to fly by as the Doctor and Belle had a deep conversation about the various aspects of her personality, problems, work etc. Belle actually enjoyed this part of the therapy and felt great comfort in the company of the doctor. The odd thing about the conversation was that the diapers and the spankings and all the physical stuff never came up. Belle had intended to discuss some of her complaints with the way she was being treated but never got the chance. Before she knew the doctor was giving her an embrace and showing her back down the hall and through the doors. She had been so overwhelmed by their discussion she had forgotten about everything else for that hour. But as the doctor left and the doors closed behind her it all came racing back. She had to get on with the rest of her day. She left the facility and headed towards her car. She was about to get in when she though she heard someone yelling at her. "Hey! Hi again.", it was the girl from the line. Belle became embarrassed again, not wanting to face her after what had happened. "I just wanted to say hi. You looked a bit out of sorts in there. Are you ok?" Belle quickly replied, just wanting to get out there. "Thanks but I'm fine really." "Wait... hold up, I think you live on the same street as me. Well, actually I know you do. I see you running all the time, I'm Katy." A bright attractive smile was beaming back at her. They weren't wearing their masks now so they could actually communicate like real people. Belle now felt rude, having tried to hurry away and avoid the conversation. "Look, I'm sorry I was abrupt, I've just had a long couple days. My name is Belle.", she forced a smiled back. "Nice to meet you Belle. Yeah so I promise I'm not stalking you or anything, I just work in my office from home and every morning like clockwork I see you go by my window on your run. I saw you today so thought I'd introduce myself." Belle was feeling very self conscience at this moment. Talking to this woman, wearing what she was wearing. 'There was no way should could know right?' "Oh, thanks, I'm kind of a homebody, plus with the lockdown and all its hard to meet people and get out ya know?" Katy agreed and changed the subject, "So I hope this isn't awkward or weird for you but you wearing a diaper, right?" Belle turned to look at this woman wide-eyed but no words came out.

Chapter 7: Belle eventually found the strength to get out of her chair. She took her dishes to the kitchen, and threw away her uneaten dinner. She felt a little light headed after the glass of wine but it was a welcome distraction from everything else. Feeling good that she understood the rules of her 'program' she decided to get a shower to wash off the grossness that this day had left on her. She grabbed a towel and got as naked as she could. As she stepped into the shower she glanced at herself in the mirror. Oddly, she just let out a little laugh, as one would when they found something mildly amusing. She figured she could see that image of herself a 1000 more times and she would still not believe it was her. When inside the hot shower she was worried water would leak down into the cover. That would be all she needed for an end to this day. She let the water gently run across the waistband that tightly encircled her waist and it did what it was designed to. Satisfied, she moved under the stream of water and let it wash over her hair and down her body. It was the first bit of normalcy she had had all day. After washing her hair and body she stayed under the hot water for a bit longer, trying to let the day wash away as well. She turned the water off and reached for her towels, wrapping one around her body and used the other to wrap around her wet hair. Standing in front of the mirror again she saw her normal self wrapped up in her towel. There was no indication that a thick diaper was fastened to her. She enjoyed this few minutes of not having to see it while she brushed her teeth and got ready to climb in to bed. Walking into her room, she started to open the top drawer of her dresser to grab some panties out of habit. She laughed this off as her normal routines were on hold for now. She usually just slept in a t-shirt and pair of panties. That was most comfortable for her. She didn't exactly know what to wear to bed now, so she just put a t-shirt on and snuggled into her bed. As she laid on her back she could feel the thickness of the diaper between her legs. She had to spread her legs several feet apart before she felt comfortable enough to relax. She turned off the light and grabbed her phone. She wanted to download the app and set up a workout request for tomorrow. After getting the app installed, it was a breeze to request a workout time. She knew she wouldn't be able to run in the morning so she requested a workout at the end of the day during her changing window. Those thoughts of what she would feel like by then crept back into her mind and she dwelled on it for a bit. She had to think of something else for now. She explored the app a bit and got familiar with it before setting her alarm and setting the phone down on the nightstand. She was now alone in the dark, with only her thoughts to keep her company. Besides being diapered, she thought about the day and what lie ahead tomorrow. Various calls and meetings. Her mind was wandering a bit, and that feeling of loneliness came back to her as it had most nights. She longed for some warm human contact during a time when everyone was supposed to stay apart. She let herself fantasize a bit as she let her hands wander down her chest and then trace down her tummy. Her hands kept going until they reach the diaper cover. She was stopped in her tracks. It had just occurred to her that any form of self gratification had also been blocked. She hadn't considered this. She couldn't last for 2 weeks like this. Every aspect of this situation just kept getting worse. She tried to touch herself through the cover and the diaper, attempting to get any form of stimulation. It was useless. She just kept remember what the doctor said. She would have to give up control. Another tear streamed down her cheek hitting her pillow. She abandoned the effort and closed her eyes. She hoped it wouldn't be long before she drifted to sleep. Her mind was racing though. She looked over at her phone and noticed 15 minutes had passed. She tossed and turned in bed. She was normally a side sleeper and tried several positions to make that work but eventually gave up and returned to her back. She pulled the covers up and tried to lay still and concentrate on her breathing. This was a trick she used sometimes to fall asleep. That had finally done the trick and she drifted off to sleep. She actually was able to get several hours before waking up. She had twisted in the night and ended up half rolled onto her front. She noticed her left leg was straight and she had brought her right leg up towards her chest, causing her butt to sort of stick up in the air. She had actually discovered a semi comfortable position. She turned over to check the time. 4:13am. She didn't usually wake up in the middle of the night. But she also had never had to sleep wearing a diaper. But there was another feeling... she had to pee. She knew this was inevitable but didn't plan on having to do it so soon. She also didn't want to have to sleep all night in a wet diaper. Her plan was to wake up, do her business and go get changed. It must have been the wine. She knew then she was really going to have to watch what she ate and drank over the next two weeks to avoid as much unpleasantness as she could. She fought the urge to pee for now and just tried to go back to sleep. She told herself she could hold out until morning. She returned to the position she awoke in and shut her eyes. Her mind wouldn't shut down, and her need to pee kept increasing. She noticed her breathing had increased and her heart was pounding now. At this point she knew what was about to happen and there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop it. She got out of bed, and stood in the middle of her room. She didn't know why she was standing there. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she had started to pace around. She didn't know how she was supposed to do this. Was there a proper way to pee in a diaper she wondered? What would be the least stressful for her. Her strategic mind weighed all the options for this indignity that about her to happen to her. She was nervous now, and didn't want to have to do this. She wasn't ready yet. But ready or not, it was out of her control. She went to the bathroom and sat on toilet like she normally would. A familiar position. As her diapered but came in contact with the seat, her bladder released immediately. She had been holding it too long and it was starting to hurt. She felt the first trickle come out of her. She expected to hear the sound of peeing but she heard nothing. Her senses were on overdrive noticing and feeling everything. A moment later the trickle turned into a proper flow and she felt relief from her full bladder starting to empty. The warmth had spread through the diaper. She was surprised at the feeling and how warm it was. As she continued to pee she could feel the diaper swelling a bit to accommodate her liquids. She could actually feel the diaper grow between her legs as it expanded in what little space was available for it. It was finally over. She stood up and flushed the toilet. "What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself, shaking her head. When she stood she could notice it. It was like a warm wet sponge had latched onto her and wouldn't let go. The wetness was all over and had creeped into the sides, back between her legs, and up towards her butt crack. It felt so gross. The liquid had filled the diaper too quickly, pooling up. She didn't allow enough time for the diaper to absorb it all. A point to remember next time. After a moment she could feel the diaper doing its job as her pee was consumed by the material of the diaper. She didn't want to move at first. She didn't want to feel anything related to what she just did. But eventually she had to return to bed. As she walked to her room she could feel the wetness between her legs and didn't know how in the world she could sleep like this. She climbed back into bed, assumed her position and let her head it the pillow. She felt disgusted and ashamed laying there. Eventually she found sleep. Although only a couple more hours. She woke before her alarm, which she usually did. It was 5:45. Her first thought was to get coffee going, then get ready for work. But she was quickly reminded of her current state. She felt the cool dampness of the diaper touching her in the all the wrong places. It was clammy and stale. She had been under the covers all night and her diaper had become hot and sticky. It didn't breath well and she thought this was probably intentional to contain any smells because surprising she couldn't smell her own urine. As she rolled out of bed she could feel the diaper had stiffened from settling during the night. She moved around to loosen things up. It itched and she tried to do what she could from the outside to scratch. She moved to the kitchen, slowly, and put coffee on. She knew it would make her pee again but didn't care. She needed her coffee. She had to get ready for work, have a conversation with her boss, and get ready to go see the nurse and doctor. She hadn't even been at this one day but it seemed like a month. She went through her motions as best she could and got dressed. She put on skirt and blouse for her zoom call with her boss. The skirt, while slim, pretty much concealed her diaper. Perhaps if one knew what they were looking for they could tell, but to her it just looked like she had a bigger butt. She sipped her coffee while waiting to connect with her boss. The call actually went well and her boss was very accommodating. As long as this didn't impact her work, her boss didn't care when she worked. That was a relief. She assured her boss she would keep her updated every step of the way on all of her projects and wouldn't let her down. With that out of the way she answered some emails, took a short conference call, poured another cup of coffee, made herself and English muffin and worked until 8:00am. She was pleased with the amount of work she got done but had to make it to her appointment. She decided to just wear what she had on as since it did hide everything, plus she liked the feel of looking like an adult in her professional clothes. She threw on her coat and grabbed her car keys, not wanting to repeat the long walk again and headed out. By the time she found a parking spot across the street it was 8:20. Technically she had all the way until 8:45 to check in but she wanted to be early for her first day. She didn't want any more surprises. She walked over to the side entry of the building and walked around the corner. She started walking toward the door and immediately saw a line of people up down the side of the building. They were all standing about 6 feet apart on the little marks that had been spaced out along the ground. There were probably 10 people in front of her. An attendant was coming up and down the line taking names and logging time of entry. 'You have to be freaking kidding me.", she thought. She walked to the end of the line and waited out in the cold for her time to go inside and 'get changed'. She wondered if everyone in line was in the same situation as she was. She tried to look at the various people lined up in front of her. They seemed like a mix of normal people and didn't notice anything strange. She didn't recognize herself in this group and seemed out of place. She didn't think she belonged here. She didn't want to talk to anyone. Her plan was to mind her own business and get through the morning and get back home and find some sort of routine in all this. She had moved up a few spots in line but it was moving slowly. She leaned against the wall for a bit. The 2 cups of coffee had moved through her. On one hand she wasn't really interested in wetting herself again, but on the other she wanted to get everything out system of here before her change. She had already tried to think through the best way to manage the timing going forward. It was her analytical mind. She closed her eyes and just concentrated on relaxing. Last night it came so naturally sitting on the toilet like she normally did, but now, not so much. For starters, she was in public, about to relieve herself. She didn't even know if this was appropriate but figured that if they had locked her in these diapers, she was going to use them on her schedule, not theirs. Secondly she was standing up. This would be the first time in her life she was going to pee standing up. It was just different and foreign to her. She really wanted to squat down but wasn't about to do that in front of these people. Eventually the need to go, and trying to relax overcame any hesitation and it started to happen. The warm flow came and she took a deep breath and exhaled. The diaper started to swell again and she tried shifting around a bit to make some room. Belle had this really immature and naughty feeling come over her from what she was doing right now. She didn't know why she was feeling like that. This wasn't her decision. She continued to pee when she suddenly heard someone from behind her. "Excuse me, the line moved!" Belle jumped in shock. She had been in her own little world there for a few moments. The flow immediately stopped. She looked up at the voice coming from 6 feet behind her. It was a young woman around her age but it was hard to tell as everyone was wearing masks. It was the only other person who looked like her she had seen so far. All of a sudden she didn't feel so alone. Belle replied, "Huh? What?" She was annoyed that someone dare disturb her during this time but quickly saw that the was the one at fault by not paying attention. The other girl gave what looked to be a warm smile from behind her mask and motioned her forward. "The line. It's moving. Sorry I didn't mean to scare you!"

Is that a good hahaha or bad hahah? Good I hope!

Chapter 6. Belle managed to make it home. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, exhausted. She was glad to be out of the cold. Her mind and body were mush. She ached all over from the therapy she received today. She didn't consider it therapy but downright abuse. She limped into the living room and threw her keys down onto the table before making her way to the couch. Before she could think about her next step she just needed to sit down for a bit and decompress. When she plopped onto the couch, it already felt different. She wasn't sitting on her couch, she was sitting on her diaper which was sitting on the couch. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute in the dark room. She just needed a little peace and quiet time but that was interrupted by the ever present pressure surround her loins. She spread he legs to get a bit more comfortable. Even though it was cold, the long walk home was a struggle and she had worked up a sweat. She could feel the perspiration and moistness trapped beneath the diaper and she felt really gross. Like needing to change after a long run. She hoped things would dry up down there if she took it easy for a bit. She didn't really have another option. After about 10 minutes of just sitting still, glad to at least be in the confines of her own home, she decided she needed to get on with her nightly routine. Tomorrow was Friday and she still had to make it through a day of work. Before she could think about tomorrow though she needed to get out of these clothes, find something to eat and review the material the doctor sent her home with. She got to her feet and made it to her bedroom. She could already feel a bit of tenderness on the inside of her thighs where the thick diaper had rubbed at her on her walk home. She took her sweatshirt and t-shirt off followed by her shoes, socks and running pants. She was left standing in just her sports bra and diaper and she went in front of the mirror so she could see herself for the first time. She raised her hands up and sort of spun around, looking at herself from different angles. She still couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was no mistaking she was in a very thick diaper. The shorts did nothing to hide that fact as they nicely conformed to the shape of the diaper and held everything snuggly in place. She looked at her protruding butt and knew there was a very red behind somewhere underneath all that padding. She wanted to see it and rub something on it but was denied even that simple act. Next she traced her fingers along the edges of the waist band. It rested above her hips and pulled down on the them firmly. There was no give. She let her hands fall over the smooth surface of the material, inspecting it. She knew better than to try and mess with it. Nurse Beth would know. She let her hands fall to her sides and she looked at herself one last time. She was expressionless. The young successful woman who was standing in this mirror this morning had been replaced by... she searched for the right word. She looked at the diaper that was locked onto her and she could only call herself a prisoner. A prisoner in her own home, in her own body and mind. Every ounce of control and dignity had been removed from her. This is exactly what Dr. Spencer said would happen and Belle didn't believe her, but that is what she was staring at. She snapped herself out of this self pity for now. It wouldn't help anything. She put on the loose fitting sweatpants she should have worn earlier, washed her face, brushed her teeth and went to the kitchen. She was too tired to make or ordering anything so she settled for whatever leftovers she had. She didn't care. She took her food and a large glass of wine to her desk and sat down to look for the email the Doctor said would be sent to her. She found it at the top of her inbox. In order to get started she had to click the link which required her to create an account on the state's department of health website. She entered the access code from the email, verified her information and clicked signup. She rolled her eyes when they site said for her to check her email to verify, and begrudgingly clicked it and logged back in. A popup screen appeared that said welcome to the Behavioral Correction Therapy program Belle Larson. Belle read through the pointless welcome text that had been provided. It was overly nice and annoying. Below that there was a getting started link that took her through a wizard style set of screens. Section ONE listed her diagnosis and prescribed therapy. She realized this point she didn't really have any idea what tomorrow would bring, let alone 2 more weeks of this. The website read: SECTION ONE - OVERVIEW Your Doctor: Dr. Jessica Spencer Assigned Nurse: Beth P. Minimum Sentence: 2 weeks. Diagnosis: Patient presented with hostility towards authority, indifference to those around her, and failure to comply with state and local ordinance required during the pandemic. ---- Belle stopped and pounded table, almost spilling her wine. This was complete bullshit and didn't want this on her record. She would talk to the Doctor about this. She read on: --- Treatment Plan: - Counseling sessions (2X per week, see section 3 for setting up your schedule) - Regression Therapy: - Diaper Therapy - Yes - Patient allowed self changes - No - Restraint Garment (diaper cover) - Yes - Spankings - 2 sessions per week. --- What!!? Belle didn't know whether to scream or cry again right there. She didn't know how she could make it through another spanking like that. Especially with how her ass currently felt. She became very nervous upon reading this. How was she even going to be able to concentrate on work or anything knowing this was looming out there again. --- SECTION 2 - FAQs We know you may have many questions about the treatment you are receiving. The following are frequently asked questions which pertain to your specific treatment plan. Questions below are ordered by most asked for your convenience. Any other questions you have should be directed to your Doctor or assigned Nurse. You will find their contact information below. Please refer to the FAQ before contacting the staff. -Thank you for your cooperation. 1. Will I be allowed to use toilet? No. Bathroom privileges are not available to patients in your specific program. Your diapers will be used for all urination and bowel movements for the course of your treatment. There are NO exceptions. Your diaper is designed for maximum absorbency and can contain multiple eliminations. However, in the rare occurrence of a 'leak' your restraining garment covering your diaper is designed to create a seal ensuring no body waste is exposed to you or others. 2. How do I get my diaper changed? Report to the same building and location where you had your orientation during you assigned changing windows. 3. What are changing windows? You have been assigned specific changing times as part of your treatment. Your specific changing times are listed below in Section 3. Note: You must check in during these times or you will not be allowed a change until your next window. We are sorry for any inconvenience but due to the pandemic and program enrollment, we have limited staff for changes. It is your responsibility to be on time. Note: If your changing window overlaps or is near your other therapy sessions, you will be changed first. If you changing overlaps a spanking session, you will be cleaned first, then will receive your spanking session, then diapered. 4. Can I get changed more often? That state provides for 2 changes per day due to increased demand and limited staff. Additional changings can be scheduled at your own expense. The fee for this is $250.00. Please note: We may not always be able to fulfill requests for additional changes. 5. How do I request an additional change? Please download and install our app from one of the links below for your mobile device. You can create a changing request via your login. Changing requests will not be accepted if within 4 hours of your next changing window. Please note: Due to limited staffing, not all changing requests will be approved. 6. How do I shower while wearing a diaper and restraining garment? Your restraining garment should be fitted tight against your skin and will not allow any fluids in or out. The material is water proof and you can take a shower as you normally would. Simply wipe the water off the restraining garment when you are doing showering. 7. I'm worried about rashes, chafing and staying clean. What should I do? Your assigned nurse will clean your diaper area thoroughly during each changing session. Antibiotic wipes and ointment will be applied to your diaper area to help prevent infection or rash. Lotions such as Vaseline and diaper cream will also be used if needed. Your staff will monitor you carefully to help avoid any problems. We recommend establishing a daily routine for your bathroom habits that align with your assigned changing windows to avoid spending unnecessary time in a soiled diaper. We recommend limiting your movement (i.e. walking, running etc.) to avoid chafing but we understand this might not always be possible. Unfortunately chafing and redness is a common problem with diaper wearing. Please talk to your doctor if you have any questions. 8. How should I get exercise while diapered? We highly encourage an exercise routine in general. Participants may choose to workout at their assigned facility, while not diapered, for a fee. All workouts will be monitored and at no time will you be allowed to leave the workout area without an escort. Workout routines and times must be coordinates with your doctor and will be scheduled to coincide with your changing. Please Note: Space is limited so please schedule your requests as soon as possible. You can use our app to request a workout. 9. My therapy schedule interferers with my work schedule. What should I do? Your employer has been notified that you have been sentenced to court ordered therapy. Details of your therapy have not been shared to protect your confidentiality in accordance with HIPAA privacy laws. During the pandemic is unlawful for any employer to terminate an employee if they are receiving therapy, however your employer does have the right to change your role, work ours, require you to make up work etc. It is recommended you set up a meeting with your supervisor to discuss how this might impact your work. SECTION 3 - Your Schedule Counseling Times: MWF 9:00am - 10:00pm. Changing Windows: 1) 8:30am to 8:45am daily 2) 7:00pm to 8:00pm daily. Changes allowed per day: 2 Spankings: Thursdays and Saturdays 6:00pm - 7:00pm Your Nurse and Doctor can be contacted via the following method: Please use the app to send secure messages to your staff with any questions. All messages and chats are logged. Remember to be respectful and polite when dealing with healthcare workers during this time. Thank you. This concludes your introduction to the program. We hope you have found this information to be informative and helpful. If you have any more questions please contact your assigned staff. This introduction is always available from the main menu or found on the home screen of your app login. We hope you stay safe! Don't forget to wear a mask if you leave the house! Thank you, Your Behavioral Correction Therapy Team -Inspirational quote of the day.. 'You can make a difference. Hope Wins!' ****************************** **Click here to close pop up** ****************************** ---- Belle had eaten only a couple bites of her food. She didn't have an apatite after reading section 2, question 1. Her wine glass was empty however. She had held out hope that there was some scenario where she wouldn't have to actually use the diapers for their intended purpose but it was wishful thinking. It always had been. She slowly moved the mouse down to close the pop up. She had probably read most of this introduction 3 times to make sure she had actually read what she thought she had, and that she understood all the rules. It seemed complicated, but mainly because it was new. It wasn't her routine. She felt numb right now, almost outside of herself. She had just learned she'd be forced to pee and poop in this diaper and without immediate access to changes, and on top of that she'd be receiving more spankings. She wasn't sure at first at what she felt. It was something. She closed the lid on her laptop slowly and just sat there staring out the windows as cars went by. She felt so alone right now. The unfamiliar emotion she was experience was fear.

It's possible we haven't seen the last of Nurse Beth.

Chapter 5. Belle tried to sit up but was stopped abruptly by the cuffs holding her wrists. She had a goofy, but inquisitive look on her face as she spoke out. "Wh... heh.. What does that mean? 'Wearing diapers.' Like, actual diapers?". She sorta half laughed as she asked this question. The absurdity of what she just heard someone didn't fit within the logical workings of her thinking. The doctor calmly replied, "Yes Belle, we are just going to prep you first and then Nurse Beth here will get you fitted." Belle didn't know what to do. She had about 50 questions to ask. But before she could speak the two women lined up on each side of her and grabbed one of Belle's legs behind the knee and brought them up towards her chest. Belle felt her tushy, then small of her back lift off the table and the women spread her legs apart. They had her in basically a diaper position like you would do with a baby. She tried forcefully close her legs together, in order to protect whatever dignity she had left but was unable to fight their strength. She didn't think there could be anything more degrading than the severe spanking she had received until this moment. She felt like an object as the doctor and nurse held her down. She was about to say something but instead just closed her eyes. She felt something cold touch her thighs. The nurse was wiping her down with what a wet wipe. Nurse Beth was not shy about cleaning Belle's private area. She paid attention to every last area. It actually felt nice to her to be clean after her time strapped down to the table, but she was disgusted with herself for even have such a thought. She tried to consider these woman professionals just doing there job. Just get through this and get out of here. When the Nurse was done cleaning Belle, she took some lotion and applied to the girl's behind. "Belle, your butt is pretty red. This lotion will help OK?" She couldn't make out who was talking but figured it was the doctor. She always called her Belle instead of Miss Larson. "Ummm oh kay..." It was applied generously and it actually did help. It was the first relief she had gotten from the spanking since it had ended. She was actually grateful for it and breathed out in a sigh of relief. She didn't even care at this point that she was so exposed or that these women were touching her. Belle didn't really expect the nurse to continue rubbing the lotion in around the rest of her private areas though. Belle was holding her breath during these few very awkward moments. She had babysat enough throughout her life to exactly what this was for. She just never though it would be done to her by some strangers. Her legs were being lowered and her mid section and butt found the table again but it felt different. She knew she laying on the diaper that in about 30 seconds it would probably be taped up on her. "Dr. Spencer, are you sure this is really necessary, I mean I think the talking earlier really helped me. This seems rather excessive don't you think?" Belle tried to speak with some authority, somehow trying to appeal to the doctor on her level of education and understanding. She did not receive any response except to feel the very thick disposable diaper being pull up between her thighs. She noticed she had to sort of spread her legs to accommodate the thickness. The nurse pulled the front of the diaper up to Belle's waist and tapped it tightly in place. "Miss Larson, now don't worry these are the thickest diapers we have and the most comfortable. We've also put a booster in here as well for you.", the nurse chimed with this irrelevant information. The doctor came close and into Belle's view. She rested her hand on Belle's thickly diapered crotch and gave it a couple pats. "Ok Belle, you are all done for today. The nurse is going to just finish up with you and leave you with instructions on what to do next OK?" Belle nodded, "Yes Dr. Spencer, and thank you." Belle was playing nice. She could feel she was minutes from being out of this place and on her way home. She didn't care what kind of rules or instructions she was about to receive. Her first step after getting home was going to be to slip this diaper off, get some dinner and go to sleep. She would deal with everything else tomorrow. The nurse unfastened Belle's wrists from the cuffs. Belle immediately brought her wrists into view. They were red and bruised. She rubbed them. "Belle, when you get home put some lotion on those, they will look better in a few days. That should teach you not to fight us here." Belle didn't give her the satisfaction of a response. There was no way she could have avoided what was done to her and she was fairly sure this nurse had it out for her. Belle then sat up and she could feel the diaper wrapped around her. Hugging her tightly. Sitting there with her legs hanging off the table, the pressure of the thick diaper pressing on her actually hurt when she testing bringing her knees together. She looked ridiculous. Looking down, she saw the thick white diaper disappear between her legs. She didn't understand the point of this at all. The nurse stood her up and Belle could feel the wait of the diaper for the first time. She tried to take a few steps and felt foolish have to spread her legs out a bit. Too much of that and her would definitely chafe the inside of her thighs. The nurse came over with another garment and had Belle step into them. Belle was pretty sure she knew what they were. Pants to prevent leaks. She asked the nurse, "What's really the point of this? To embarrass me, make me look like a baby? The diaper is embarrassing enough. I don't need the plastic pants too." "Well Miss Larson, leaks sometimes do happen so we want you protected." "Leaks? Beth, It's not like I'm going to need to use these. I don't have any issues like that. I don't wet the bed like an infant or anything, seriously..", Belle was annoyed that at how the nurse was talking to her. She was already made to feel like a child with earlier but now she was just getting pissed. She was just tired and had had enough. It had been a long day and the weirdest evening of her life. She let the nurse do her thing. The Nurse worked the garment up Belle's thin legs. She was required to bring her legs uncomfortably close together briefly to get them on. The nurse had to struggle to get it up and over the diaper. It was tight and caused the diaper underneath to press into her even more. Belle looked down and examined these pants. It wasn't what she was used to. They were a sturdy, canvas like material, but flexible, confirming to the diaper. When the nurse pulled them up high she gasped when everything became tighter. "What are these? I don't understand." The Nurse continued to ignore her and spun her around. The top of the short hand a bit thicker wide band that came up over her hips. Before she could protest, the Nurse has cinched it tight around her waist, making a seal. Belle just watched, mainly curious, to make sure she understood what was happening here. The leg holes in these "shorts" also got attention. The was a similar band of material that was tightened on her upper thighs. The nurse had applied this thing so quickly it was obvious she had done this before. The nurse stepped away to admire her work. Everything was fitted how she wanted. She looked up at Belle. "Comfy?" Belle squirmed, "Uhhh NO! These are way to tight. I need to loosen them a little." Belle reached down to adjust the belt and fumbled for a moment. The waist and thigh belts were just smooth and there was no apparent clasp or buckle. She couldn't figure them out. "Miss Larson, they don't loosen. Not until they come off anyway.", the Nurse looked at her with a little smile. "What does that mean? Show me how to loosen these right now god damnit!" "Miss Laron, do not raise your voice to me, ever again. I told you earlier you were going to regret calling me a bitch. After your little outburst earlier the doctor and I, well mainly me, decided you need a little extra behavior modification. Typically we'd send you home with some instructions and give you a bit of freedom and latitude with your bathroom privileges, but we don't trust you. So what I mean, Miss Larson, is that those pants and diapers don't come off. As in you literally can not take them off. You'll find they are quite secure and can't be broken or cut. If you try to tamper with them at all you will be punished severely during your next change. I'll see to that." Belle was fuming. She never felt rage and anger come over her like she was feeling now. She wanted to charge at this woman and knock her down, force her to help her. She played that out in her head for a few seconds and knew that would be stupid. Her face was red and she was getting a headache from clenching her teeth. Her heart rate had doubled, and she was about to lose control again. She was going to scream and remembered the warning she just received about raising her voice. She took a breath. "Wait, what 'change'. What are you talking about." The nurse could see the anger and redness in Belle and took a little sympathy on her for a moment. "Miss Larson, this packet lays out all the rules for the next 2 weeks. When you get home you need to read it and make sure you follow everything we have laid out for you. A copy of it also in your email. All I am going to tell you for now is you have a long 2 weeks ahead of you. It could have been different, but you are getting what you deserve. I work too hard, only to have entitled spoiled brats like you come through here and call me a bitch. When I see you tomorrow I hope your attitude has improved." Belle wanted to hurt this woman. She was on the edge. She took the packet out of her hand and tried a different approach. "Tomorrow? Tomorrow? What am I supposed to do until then? Nurse Beth, please I'm sorry for what I said. Can you reconsider this. This can't be for real. Please Beth, if you knew me and who I was, I'm like you, a hard working woman. I'm responsible. I am." The nurse gave her a pitiful condescending look. This wasn't going to work on her. "Miss Larson, I'm sorry, but we are done for tonight. This is the way it is going to be. No more talking. Get dressed. Someone will come escort you out in 5 minutes." The nurse walked out and Belle ran after her but the door was locked. Panic was now setting it. There has to be a way out of this, she knew it. She looked down at herself. She was encased. She inspected the shorts. They were practically sealed on to her. She was unable to even get a finger between the material of the diaper cover and her skin. Same with the leg openings. Nothing was going in or out of these 'shorts'. She felt the belt surrounding her waist. It was smooth. There was no obvious way to adjust it at all. She pulled at it with all her strength, tried to twist and break it but it was of no use. Whatever this was made out of was impenetrable. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH", she just screamed. She didn't care. She needed to let out some emotion. Anything. It didn't help her headache at all. She was so exhausted by this point she didn't even know what time it was. She realized her phone was in the bin, along with her clothes. She started to get dressed and now wished she would have followed the instructions and worn something loose fitting clothes. She a point to remember that. She pull her running pants up her legs and could barely get them over the diaper and diaper cover. There was no way to hide what was going on underneath her pants. She slid her sweatshirt on and it covered only about half of her butt. She took her underwear from the bin and looked at them. Until this point, her situation hadn't really sunk in fully. She wasn't going to be wearing underwear. She didn't have a choice. It wasn't up to her. She wasn't in control She looked down at her ballooning midsection and said to herself out loud... "I'm gonna have to use these..." It wasn't like she wasn't aware this was the Nurse's and Doctor's plan but she hadn't really, really thought about it yet. She let the scenario play out in her mind. She was disgusted and thought she might actually throw up thinking about what was going to happen to her. She grabbed the wall and steadied herself when she became weak in the knees. She needed to talk to the Doctor or the Nurse right now. She couldn't go through with this. She got her phone, put on her socks and shoes and put her wadded up panties in her pocket and waited for the Nurse to come back. When the door opened it was a man. A security guard. Belle jumped. She wasn't expecting someone else. Let alone a man. He gave her an awkward look, because she was behaving awkwardly, but she took it personally. "Are you Belle Larson?" She nodded. "Grab all your belongings and come this way." He led her to a side door and opened it. She recognized the street going along the side of the building. The wind had picked up and the temperature had dropped a lot since she arrived. A gush of cold air blew in her face and shocked her. "This is where you will come for your appointments Miss Larson. Don't come to the front door like last time. Everything you need to know is in your packet there." The guard was in a hurry and sort of gently pushed her outside the door and it shut. She wanted to open it but it was a smooth door, no door handle or anything as it only opened from the inside. She had no chance to even try to find the Nurse or Doctor. It was dark out, she looked at her phone. It was 8:30. She had been in there 3 hours. It seemed like 3 days. She turned around and looked up and down the street. Cars were zipping by, people going about their business. She was cold and now regretted not driving here. She figured her walk home would take her 30 minutes. She started walking and every step was uncomfortable. She was as lead thanking it was nighttime and no one would see her. The thick diaper hugged her mercilessly and pressed on her crotch and thighs as she waddled along slowly. Her ass was still sore and she knew it probably would be for days. This sucked. She felt like she had been walking forever until she finally reached her street. She turned the corner and started crying. She didn't know if it was relief, tiredness or just raw emotional trauma finally letting loose. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She had been through enough for today. She paused briefly before resuming the last leg of her journey. She could see the steps to her apartment in the distance and started to move again.

Chapter 4: Belle heard Nurse Beth walking around and doing something but couldn't find her. "Nurse Beth, you don't have to do this. This is crazy. Seriously I don't need this, it's a mistake. I don't belong here." There was no answer as Belle heard the woman gather some things and then come up to her side. She rested her hand on Belle's bare behind which caused a flinch. She let her hand rest there as she explained. "Miss Larson, I do have to do this. For one it's my job, and most importantly the doctor prescribed this treatment for you so it must be in your best interest. Is is no different than taking some medication that was prescribed. It is going to help you. I know you don't believe it but it will. You are out of control." "I am NOT out of the control. Now take your hand off me. This can NOT even be legal. I'm going to sue you personally for this if you don't let me go right now." Belle thought she would change her approach from pleading to threatening. She was trying anything she could think of at this point to end this. "Miss Larson, you are out of control. Just listen to yourself. And I assure you this is perfectly legal. I'm sure you are well aware that state has passed laws for compliance with the lockdown. You also signed and agreed to this when you arrived. Every possible treatment that could be prescribed was listed on your intake form. Now I don't want to hear any more stalling from you." Belle thought back to when she got here. That seemed like a day ago but she did remember signing several things. "Ok but wait, just wait a minute.... I... " In a rushed voice. She was asking the Nurse Beth to wait but she didn't have a plan on wait to say next. She was out of ideas. "At least loosen these please. This is hurting me." She wiggled as much as she could in an effort to demonstrate her predicament. Nurse Beth watched her squirm and was a bit jealous of the toned physique on display in front of her. "Sorry Miss Larson, no can do. If you would stop trying to move around you would be more comfortable. Besides, the straps are going to be the least of your worries very soon." She gave a couple light pats on Belle's small firm behind indicating what she was referring to. --- Not a word was said for the next 10 seconds or so. It seemed like an eternity. Belle was attempting to remain still in this very uncomfortable position, taking deep breaths. She didn't care any more. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. She just told herself that it wouldn't be that bad, and then she'll be out of here and at home soon. She just wanted to go home. She was just repeating that to herself over and over pushing everything else out of her mind. Well that was at least the idea. A paddle landed right across her cheeks, and she clenched them together and sucked in a deep breath. This was really happening. God this can not be happening. It was mostly the shock of it that scared her rather than any pain. In fact it wasn't really that painful at all. Because of that her heartrate dropped a couple beats. Maybe this is mostly for show she thought. Or maybe I'm just tougher than anyone else that has been through here. Besides they can't really be allowed to physically hit someone like this. It didn't make sense. Yes, she was worried about nothing this whole time. Of course, this is just part of the therapy and mainly psychological. The paddle landed again, in the same spot and this time she noticed the sound of it had changed. Her ears registered a sharp crack she didn't think she heard before but the actual blow was still bearable. 'Was that harder?' she thought to herself. She didn't think so. "Ok, I can do this. I'm doing this. I've got this." She breathed out and the paddled landed again, roughly the same area. "Ok that felt warmer but I'm still OK." She was dialoguing this in her head and she didn't know why. Some sort of defense mechanism. Swats 4 and 5 came together. Something was different now. Her butt was warm and the last swat definitely stung. "Still in control, still in control", she kept telling herself. The only one in control was Nurse Beth. She started the spanking as she normally does. Everyone reacts different but this was the first time a patient had said or done nothing after 5. She expected a reaction, a grunt, more pleas, something. It was her duty to break Belle. In the end they all break. She continued at this pace and pressure for 5 more reps with the paddle. She worked the entire area in front of her, covering Belle's entire behind with atleast a couple swats on each area to let her feel it a bit. "Doing ok Belle?" She didn't expect the question. She nodded. "Yes Nurse Beth, is it over?" "Aww you are sweet sweet girl you know that? It will be soon I promise. Just a few more." In reality she had been strapped down there for about 10 minutes, with all of the swats happening in the last 2." The Nurse decided she was done with her warmup and delivered a real swat to the perfect behind staring up at her. The sound of it echoed in the room and Beth waited. She saw Belle's butt cheeks clench tight as she knew they would and then it happened. The reaction she was waiting for. "AHHH!", she said in surprise. The sting was intense but quick. It didn't last long but Belle had decided she did not want another. That had hurt. Before she could catch her breath... another, and another. Belle told herself she could take it, but there was now a seed of doubt starting to form. Her hold body tensed and she pulled. She didn't know what hurt more right now, the cuffs digging into her wrists and ankles or the spanking she was receiving. She thought about it. God, she was getting a SPANKING. This was the most humiliating moment of her life. She just wanted to go home. When the next few blows came down on her, the fire on her butt was all that existed. She clenched her fists. The Nurse did not quit and kept delivering. There was no break between swats now and it was getting a point of intensity she though she was going to lose control. She was covered in sweat and her hair had fallen onto her face. This continued and she tried to remain in control but the last swat had pushed her over the edge. Her breathing was now involuntarily. Quick and rushed. She couldn't catch her breath before her ass was lit afire again and again. She pushed her forehead into the cushion and realized she had spit and drooled onto it. Her face was messy and a combination of embarrassment and rage overcame her. SMACK. Belle grunted. SMACK. Belled tensed up and shook. SMACK. And Belle finally let out an uncontrolled scream. It could be heard through the door and down the hall. This was not an infrequent occurrence by any means in this facility. Belle yelled for it to "STOOOOOOOOP, PLEEEEEEASE... STOOOOOP", but it didn't stop. The Nurse was monitoring the progress with great care and knew exactly how far she could take this. She was well practiced and Belle had not broke yet. Words could no longer be made it out. They had turned in the gibberish howling. The Nurse turned the spanking intensity from an 8 to a 10 and and continued. Belle's howling gave way to crying. This is what Beth was after. It continued. She landed the padding square and watch it bounce. Belle's entire behind was red now. Several were deep red but nothing beyond. The Nurse knew what she was doing. It continued until Belle started wailing uncontrollably. It would have sounded awful to anyone not accustomed to it. Her body had just taken over and her mind was on defense. She broke. Tears were streaming down her face, her nose was running and she thought she might have felt a little pee escape her body. "Oh God", she thought. She held it to a tiny amount hoping the nurse wouldn't see what had happened. She wanted to touch her face but that was impossible. She wanted to touch her butt but that was impossible. As she breathed out each breath came with a little audible whimper. She was now aware of herself again. Her crying and the sounds she was making. That was because the spanking had stopped and it had taken a moment to realize it. "Shhhh shhhh Miss Larson it is over I promise." Nurse Beth came over with a warm rag and wiped Belle's face and move her hair to one side. The Nurse took the rag between Belle's legs and wiped up the urine underneath her. It was a little more than she thought. Belle jerked when she was touched down there. "Shhhh Miss Larson, it's ok, this happens sometimes. You did great but it's over now." "It is? I can go home?", Beth asked in a childlike tone. Her demeanor had changed and it showed. "It's over. You'll be going home soon Belle I promise. The Doctor and I will be back to check on you in a little bit. Just stay here and be quiet for now ok?" "Wait don't leave me." The nurse turned out the lights and left Belle tightly restrained to the table. ---- It was pitch black. After crying for the next 10 minutes, Belle was starting to regain some composure. The fire had subsided but the stinging remained. It was still intense and she would give anything right now to rub her behind. The rest of her body was incredibly sore from being stretched out like this. She wanted off this damned table now. Being left like this after what she just went through started to make her mad and it was degrading. This wave of emotions was something new to her. She was usually a cool customer who controlled herself. She was angry, embarrassed and ashamed. She still couldn't believe what just happened and thought many times she would wake up from a nightmare. She was exhausted and spent. All her energy was gone and she wondered if she could even stand up. She actually nodded off a few times laying there naked in the dark but that all changed when the lights came and the Nurse and doctor came back in. "Ok Belle, looks like Nurse Beth did quite the number on your little behind there!", the doctor was trying to make a joke of this? When Belle didn't answer Dr. Spencer said her name expecting her to actually answer. "Yes Doctor. May I get up now please?" The two women ignore Belle and left her laying there. She wanted to scream at them but knew better. They were reviewing their notes and discussing something. Finally the nurse came over and released Belle's ankles from the heavy leather. When her feet were freed her body seemed to contract like a rubber band when the pressure on her joints had relaxed. Nurse Beth went to Belle's hands but instead of taking the cuffs off she just unclipped them from the table. "Slowly Miss Larson. Move slowly", Belled moved her arms. Her joints felt like they were going to snap and she slowly worked them back to their limber state. She looked at her ankles and saw deep red circle marks from where the cuffs were cutting into her skin. Those would show for awhile. She assume her wrists would look the same but would have to wait for some reason. She was sat up and she could still feel a little wetness underneath her. Between her crying, and drooling, snot, sweat and urine the table was probably disgusting. Belle wanted to start crying again at the thought of it. Nurse Beth slowly stood her up and helped her keep her balance. She was weak. After ensuring her safety the nurse wiped the table down expertly and placed Belle on her back. When her butt touched the table it stung. She wanted to get a look at the damage but would have to wait. Belle just let the Nurse handle her. She was in no mood or condition to fight any more. She felt her hands go up over her head and the heavy cuffs were clipped back down. "Nooo please no more." "Just your hands this time Miss Larson. The hard part is over." It dawned on her she was still naked and exposed. There was no way she could cover her chest but she brought her knees up to sort of hide herself the best she could. She laid there for a bit, feeling cold. She figured her body was worn out from the ordeal. The doctor finally came over to talk to her. Belle didn't want to talk to or see Nurse Beth. The doctor made her more comfortable. Her legs were pushed down and she laid there flat, looking up at the doctor. "Ok Belle, the Nurse told me how your spanking went. How do you feel." Belle didn't want to talk about her feelings right now. "Angry and confused and ashamed I lost control. I really want to go home." "That is perfectly normal. In fact, losing control is what we are after. You don't always have to be the one in control you know. I think that is part of your problem Belle. You want to control everyone and everything around you. Well in these times you understand that isn't possible. You have to obey the rules and go along. You can't just continue to live like you have, thumbing your nose at authority, being disrespectful. You need to realize you are lucky to have things so good. There are a lot of people suffering out there and you take what you have for granted. Belle was listening but didn't agree with any of this assessment. She knew who she was and who she wasn't. She was gonna keep her mouth shut and get through this and get on with her life. "Now Belle, we have just one more thing to discuss before you leave." Belle stared at her not knowing if she was supposed to say something or not. All she could think was she would this woman would get on with it whatever it was. These long drown out pauses and lectures were getting on her nerves. She played the doctor's game though. "Ok, what is it we need to discuss Dr. Spencer?", she tried not to sound flippant but wasn't sure she did. "Well we are going to continue with removing your control. The regression therapy has another component to it we are going to try with you as well. What we want to do is take away one other area of control that you have had a long time." Belle just looked up at the doctor, without having any clue what the hell she was talking about. The way she was talking was as if she was trying to let Belle down easy about the information she was about to deliver. "Well Belle, when you were an infant you didn't really have control over your body. You didn't have a choice when to go to the bathroom, when you got cleaned up or even changed right? It's one of the earliest moments in our life that have a huge impact on us going forward and how that was handled. So what we do here is something similar. We are going to control that part of your daily routine for awhile. The idea is to remove your sense of independence in that area and make you 100% dependent on someone else. This will teach you that you that you can't always be the one in control. Make sense?" Belle wondered if she was being intentionally vague here or whether she was too dense to figure out what was going on. Her mind was still processing the experience she just had. The spanking she just received as an adult woman. She couldn't even allow herself to call it what it was. And yet she was now being asked to process something new already. It was way too much. "Well actually, no. I don't really understand Dr. Spencer. How are you going to take away control over my own body?" Belle was really searching for this answer because that this point she didn't know what was possible from this woman. With a matter of fact tone and an upbeat smile the Doctor replied, "It's actually fairly straight forward. For the next two weeks you are going to be wearing diapers."

Thanks, I didn't notice that preview button before. It would be nice to be able to compose here and click Save without publishing. I think the best way I found was to type in notepad, paste in here, then format. Kind of a pain but better than nothing. I just don't like having this content in multiple places.

Hi everyone, is there a way to write and save your work on here before actually publishing? I've been writing in an external editor then copying and pasting and the formatting seems to always get screwed up. Any advice here would be appreciated. thx, Tisha

Ouch, chapter 3 was longer than 2 which was longer than 1. Bad news is I haven't started on Chapter 4 yet :( But I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far!

Chapter 3 Belle felt her bare rear end on the plasticky style cushion of the exam table. She kept her arms crossed over her chest to hide herself and sort of hunched over too. Nurse Beth approached her and treated her in a cold impersonal sort of manner, as if she was on a schedule she had to keep. She did a routine checkup on Belle, eyes, ears, nose, throat etc. Belle still didn’t know why this was necessary but figured it was just common procedure. “Relax Belle.” the nurse said as she positioned Belle’s hands to her side exposing her chest. The nurse listened to her heart and lungs. Belle did relax and just went with it. This would be over shortly and she wouldn’t have to see this person again most likely. “Ok Belle, all done. We just have to make sure you are in good health and it appears you are a very healthy and fit girl.” “Ohhh ummm thank you, may I get dressed now?” The nurse handed Belle the dark blue scrubs that she had brought in. They fit her perfectly. “No underwear?” With a strange little smile, Nurse Beth replied, “Nope, you won’t be needing them. Now get dressed and I will take you to meet your counselor.” Belle quickly donned the clothes to hide her nakedness and was relieved. She felt weird with no underwear. She started to question it when she was shoved out into the hallway with her bare feet hitting the cold tiles and she was finally hurried through another door. This room was much nicer and appeared to be a doctor’s formal office. “Sit here until the Dr. comes in. No funny business.” Before she could object or ask any questions the nurse was gone and the door had shut. She sat down on the couch and waited. At this point Belle knew something wasn’t normal about this place but she remained calm and patient. Moments later a woman walked in and introduced herself as Dr. Spencer. She put the classy judge from yesterday to shame. She had on a trim business suit that spoke professionalism. Belle started to wonder if they found these women just to intimidate her. The doctor. put her papers down on her desk across the room, sat down on the couch across from Belle, crossed her legs, took out her notebook and started. “Miss Larson, I’m Dr. Spencer, a licensed Psychiatrist for the state. I’m going to get you the help you need. Welcome to day 1 of your Behavioral Correction Training. So why are you here?” Belle was taken aback by the direct question. She had her own questions and didn’t get to ask them. She spent the next 10 minutes replaying the last 48 hours to the Dr. who scribbled in her notebook. She finally got a chance to explain her story to someone she thought would understand. “Thank you Miss Larson, that is some story. I’ve also read the case notes from the officer you were rude to, and I’ve reviewed your questionnaire as well as the video feed from your court proceeding. It appears to me that you have a problem respecting the very people who are out here trying to keep everyone safe. I have seen so many cases from your generation… young, privileged, a sense of entitlement and really no desire to be a team player or act like an adult. Belle didn’t really know what to say to this. She worked really hard for what she had and didn’t feel like she was entitled or spoiled at all. She loathed those types of people and now she was being accused as one. Everyone seemed to be judging her the wrong way and no matter what her argument or reply it was just dismissed outright. This all seemed so unfair to her. “Now as you know you have been sentenced to 2 weeks of Therapy but it is within 100% of my discretion to set your treatment, and its duration based on your progress. So it is in your best interest to take this treatment seriously and follow all of my instructions.” Belle didn’t like the sound of that but nodded in agreement anyway. “I’d like to try a form of regression therapy with you Belle. Have you ever heard of that?” “No doctor. but I’m willing to try it.” “Wonderful! You see there are certain areas of our childhood that we can revisit that can help you focus and grow from. Sort of like starting again from a good foundation. “So we are going to talk about my childhood. I guess that’s ok.” “That’s one aspect to it. We’ll focus on that for now though.” - - - For the next hour Belle and Dr. Spencer had a deep conversation about her past, how she was raised, struggles she was going through currently. They covered the whole gamut. At times Belle thought she was actually getting something from this. She wasn’t the type of person who ever took this type of thing seriously but she was enjoying being able to talk to someone else about her issues. By the end of their session Belle had completely opened up, surprising the Dr. “Belle, our time is up for this session but I think you’ve made great progress.” Surprisingly, Belle went over and gave the doctor a hug and thanked her for her help today. “Aww thank you Belle that was very sweet of you. Do you have any other questions for me?” “No doctor, thank you. I look forward to our next discussion. This therapy stuff isn’t so bad after all. But I guess I do have a question before I go. The physical exam earlier and having to wear these scrubs. I don’t understand what the point of that was? “Ahh yes I’m sorry about the confusion. Well you won’t be going home just yet. As I mentioned before, our talking sessions are just one part of the regression therapy. There are also some physical components as well, that when combined with your mental health seem to make the biggest improvements.” Belle was totally relaxed around Dr. Spencer after their discussion and she completely trusted her. She didn’t know what to expect but still felt safe. She offered a delayed short response.. “Oh… OK.” The Doctor led Belle back down the hallway to the original exam room where she had started. She really didn’t want to go back in there. She just looked at the door and then back at the Doctor. Dr. Spencer just smiled and rested her hand on Belle’s shoulder to offer some reassurance before opening the door and giving her a gentle push on her back to move through. Belle entered the room and she saw that her favorite nurse, Beth, was in there doing something at the exam table. She looked around and everything pretty much looked the same. Beth moved away from what she was doing and Belle became fixated on the table. She saw a web of straps and cuffs had now adorned. It looked like something out of a horror movie or mental institution. Her initial reaction was she felt sorry for whoever would be subjected to that. After staring for several seconds she felt rather foolish realizing she was probably the intended subject. She turned to Dr. Spencer who she thought she could trust, with an inquisitive look. “Uhh what is going on here?” “Relax Belle, everything is OK I promise. We are just gonna lay you down on the table here and get you safely secured. It will all be over soon.” Belle backed away even though there was no place to go. It was just instinct. The way the doctor was talking to her was as if this was just completely normal. She took a few steps back and bumped into the wall. “Please… hang on a second, please just wait. I mean… I was good right? I told you everything. I really don’t need those. I mean, that isn’t really necessary is it?.” She quivered and pleaded as she looked at the waiting restraints and the nurse approached her. “Wait… wait a sec.. I can’t do this… I can’t do this! Dr. Spencer please! Why? “Belle, now just calm down for us, you are getting all worked up for no reason. We have rules here remember? You don’t want me to increase your sentence right?” Belle somehow managed to focus on this last part and calmed herself. “No doctor, I just don’t understand what is happening. Please…” she tried once more and almost teared up. The nurse came closer, “Ok Miss Larson, I do need you to remove your clothing again. You’ll be able to change back into the clothes you came with soon.” Belle looked at the doctor, then back at the nurse and relented. Somehow knowing she would be back in her normal clothes and out of this place soon helped. She stood naked now before these 2 intimidating women, attempting to cover herself. She decided that whatever was going to happen to her was out of her control and she should accept it. The alternative was a longer sentence and possibly worse. The nurse reached out for Belle’s hand, took a firm grip, and guided her to the table. Belle started to lay down but the nurse had positioned her to lay face down on the table which seemed strange. It was all strange. She felt her chest and tummy touch down against the cold material of the cushioned surface. Before she knew what was happening each of the women took one of her hands and married it to one of the thick leather cuffs at the corner of the table above her head. The leather was soft and smooth but tight on her small wrists. It all happened so quickly. The same process was repeated with her feet. She felt her body being pulled down the table. “Oops, sorry Belle, you are a bit shorter than we measured you for. Give us just a sec, we need to adjust you.” They pulled her ankles towards the cuff and fastened them causing her body to go taught and she felt the edge of the cuffs pull at her wrists, sending tension down through her shoulders. She let out a little grunt but it was either not heard or ignored. She was guessing the latter.” She tried to turn her head from side to side to see what was happening but did not have much range of movement before parts of her started to ache from this position. She put her forehead into the cushion and just concentrated on her breathing. She wondered how she looked from their perspective standing behind her. Her legs were spread and she could feel cool air between them. There was nothing hidden at this point and nothing she could do about it except wait. The doctor came to the front of the table and kneeled down to meet her eye line and she strained to look up and forward. “Ok Belle, I have to see another patient but I’ll be back in about an hour to finish up your session today OK?” The doctor didn’t give her a chance to answer but continued. “As I explained earlier there is a physical aspect to your therapy here. You did soooooooo great in our session earlier and I’m so proud of you. But now the nurse is just going to administer a quick spanking and then you will be almost all done for today.” The doctor got up leaving from her view and gave one of Belle’s hands a reassuring squeeze. Belle heard the words and sounds that just came from Dr. Spencer’s mouth but they were still registering. They were delivered in such a nonchalant manner and so matter of fact it had messed with her senses. The doctor's hand slipped away and Belle found her trapped fingers searching for the touch. After a moment, Belle’s brain processed what she had just heard and reacted. “Wait.. WHAT!? What the fuck are you are not serious!?”, Belle was yelling. The Doctor cut off the outburst. “BELLE!, we do not tolerate that language here.” Belle’ breathing started intensifying, she thought she was going to hyperventilate and anger and fear took over, then the nurse Beth chimed in as well. “Miss Larson, I suggest you remain calm.” “Let me up now you bitch. You can’t spank me! This is nuts... what in the actual F. HELP!.” Belle tried to thrash around but could move much. She violently screamed and shook her midsection as much as she could left and right which caused the cuffs to dig into her wrists and ankles. “Miss Larson, one more outburst and you won’t be returning home tonight is that understood?” The rage going through her right now prevented her from hearing anything so nurse Beth repeated it again… “Do you understand? This is your last warning.” The young woman strapped down to the table in this strange place began to calm and let out a barely audible reply… “I understand.” “Good girl.” The nurse turned to the Doctor, “I think Belle and I can handle things from here if you want to get to your next appointment. Belle will be here ready for you when you return.” “Thank you nurse. I’ll see you in about an hour.” The doctor took one last look at Belle on the table and then promptly exited the room and shut the door. “Well little girl, it’s just you and me now. I think you now understand why we have to restrain our patients. You all just get so emotional. Dr. Spencer thought you were different and would cooperate but I knew there was something stubborn about you from the get go. Oh, and also, you are going to pay for that little ‘bitch’ comment, I promise you that. Now let’s get started shall we?”

Thanks! It is really my first attempt at writing something. I'm actually about to post chapter 3 soon, just some last minute edits and proofing! Thank you so much for the comment.

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Chapter 2 Belle started to read but was quickly reminded by her vibrating phone that she had another conference call coming up. The email from the court would have to wait for now but it was hard to concentrate on anything else. When she finally got a break for lunch, she found some quick leftovers and took the opportunity to review the email After absorbing the information she wasn’t really left with any new information. The email was cryptic and vague and only referred to this same ‘therapy’ that the judge had referred to. She thought about this for a bit. “Maybe this could actually be good for me. I can work on myself, my mental health and this could be the change I need.” She decided to look at whatever this was in a positive way. The only other instructions were to fill out some forms online in preparation for her first session which was tomorrow after work. She clicked on the forms. She glanced at it and it reminded her of those unnecessarily long forms you fill out when going to the doctor. They already have all this information about you but you have to fill it out the same form 3 more times anyway. She decided to tackle this project later and spent the rest of her day focused on work. --- Beth looked up and it was getting dark outside. It had been getting darker earlier lately. She changed out of her business attire and put on some sweatpants and t-shirt and wanted to relax. She poured herself a glass of wine while she decided on dinner. She ordered something healthy and thought she should really start cooking more. While she waited she figured she should get started on the forms. The first couple of pages were pretty standard, background info, address, health insurance etc. She clicked next and was presented with a questionnaire. Age (uhhg she just answered that 3 times): 24 Living Status: She circled “Lives Alone”) Body Type: She circled Petite & Athletic. “Why on earth would they need this information?” The questions continued like this. Bordering on what she thought was inappropriate and irrelevant. It wanted her height and wait, detailed measurements, sleeping and eating patterns, and on and on. She reluctantly filled them out, wanting to stay positive, but also not wanting any more trouble. She gave all of her answers once over and finally clicked submit. The next screen appeared and it stated. ‘You are hereby ordered and instructed to report for Behavioral Correction Therapy tomorrow at the following address at 5:30 pm.’ Belle didn’t like the way this was worded. “Ordered? Ordered!?” She took note that the address was actually only a couple of blocks from her house. She continued to read. ‘Please arrive 15 minutes early and bring your ID. It is suggested you wear loose fitting, comfortable attire. Appointments generally take between 2 to 3 hours. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow Miss Larson.’ Now Belle was becoming more and more curious about what this was all about. With all of the intrusive questions, and now suggestions on what she should wear for this ‘therapy’, she decided to look online to see what she could find. She spent the next hour searching the internet for anything she could find. There were plenty of links and posts about it, but no matter which one she clicked on they were either vague or had been deleted or removed. The official web page about the program listed no details, other than this was a trial program being used in certain areas of the country as an alternative to jail or prison time due to the pandemic. “Well that doesn’t help!”, Belle said out loud. She couldn’t believe she had found herself in this situation. Her car had been towed, she had fines, arguing with a cop and now court appointed therapy. She could even go to jail! She reflected on everything that had happened in the last 24 hours and did admit she bore some of the responsibility. She had heard of state and city officials taking very strict measures to get people to comply with the lockdowns but never thought she would be the type of person who would need to be reminded to do her part. She wanted to cry. She finished her dinner and poured another glass of wine. She looked at the clock and knew that in 24 hours she would be at her ‘appointment’. She thought that sounded better than saying ‘court ordered therapy’. She flopped down on her couch and watched some TV trying to take her mind off of her loneliness and the trouble she found herself in. She woke up around midnight finding herself still on the couch. She had too much wine for a weeknight. She brushed her teeth and shuffled to bed pulling her warm comforter up to her chin. She was still a bit tipsy from the wine and her fingers found their way to the waistband of her sweatpants letting her hand slip into them. With the pandemic lasting longer than anyone thought, it wasn’t very helpful for the dating scene or her love life. She knew it would be like this forever but over the weeks and months she was becoming more and more frustrated with that part of her life and lack of any physical touch. She had to make due herself these days. But for tonight she was too tired and told herself the weekend was coming up and she would have it all to herself for whatever she wanted to do and no one would stop her. She rolled over and put her hands under her pillow and face and fell asleep. --- Thursday was fairly routine, save for the hangover. She did manage to get her run in, a little slower than usual but she managed it. Work came and went and her boss didn’t seem to be bothered with her erratic schedule the previous day. She tried to keep her mind occupied on work as the minutes ticked by. The end of the day was approaching so she got ready to go. She decided to walk to her appointment which took about 15 minutes, a little further than she thought. She walked up to the building. She had driven by here plenty of times but never knew what the place was. It was gated with a guard and she figured it was just an office complex. As she approached the guard station a uniformed man stopped her and she told him she had an appointment. He pointed her in the direction of the building she was looking for and informed her it was another half mile, once inside the gates. “That far? I thought I had plenty of time!” She would have to run the rest of the way to make it 15 minutes early. “Thanks!” She yelled as she ran off and the guard just shook his head and went back to his post. Her legs were still a bit sore from this morning’s run and she was hustling to make it. Luckily she had put on her running shoes, some leggings and a sweatshirt before heading out. She made it to the front door with a few minutes to spare and collected herself before putting on her mask and walking in. She had worked up a sweat and could swear that was more than half a mile. She walked in and it basically looked like a hospital complex waiting room. A warm environment, professional. The chairs had all been spaced apart for distancing. Only a few were filled with people. She walked to the reception area and said her name. “Oh Miss Larson, our court appointee.” She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking at her. They weren’t. She had Belle sign a series of papers that she didn’t read. She just wanted to get this over with. “Thank you, these all look in order. Have a seat in that row of chairs please. Someone will be out to take you in shortly.” Belle did as she was told. It wasn’t but a minute later a friendly looking girl she thought to be about her age, maybe a bit older, came out and called her name. She was wearing white scrubs, indicating she had some authority here. Belle walked up and said hi to the much taller girl. She noticed her name tag said ‘Beth’. “Follow me Miss Larson.” The double doors opened and as she went through she found she had left the warmer environment of the waiting area to a colder, more clinical feel. They walked into a plain room. Beth pulled a plastic bin off of a shelf and set it on the table. “Miss Larson, put everything you brought with you today in this container. Your purse, phone, clothes and underwear. It will be returned to you when you leave. “I have to get undressed? I thought this was just therapy?” “May I call you Belle? Belle, you are here by court order and until you leave you are in the custody of the county health department and we have procedures to follow. I’ll be performing an exam and taking your vitals for your safety before you see your counselor. Now undress and I’ll be back shortly.” Beth seemed annoyed that she had to explain any of this. “Wait! What kind of exam? What is going on?” “Belle, everything will be explained but I don’t have time for 20 questions right now. If you’d like I can bring someone else in here with me to help you get undressed if you prefer?” “No umm no thank you. I’ll just put everything in this bin.” Belle quickly complied realizing she wasn't really in control of her current situation. Belle turned around a bit shy that Beth had not left the room yet and fiddled with her sweatshirt. Beth looked at her and noticed the outline of Belles toned legs and backside in her running pants. “Belle, you were instructed to wear loose fitting clothing to this appointment. I’d hardly call that loose.” “Umm what? Oh, I thought it just said to wear comfortable clothes. Is this not ok?” Belle was now taken aback that she had committed another error. Beth just sort of smiled and shook her head and walked out of the room. Belle looked around, trying to stall but thought she better get on with this process. She took off her sweatshirt and shirt, removed her sports bra and the cold air of the room hit her skin. She took off her shoes and peeled her pants off and slipped her underwear off, folded everything neatly and put it in the bin along with her wallet, phone, and bracelet. She was completely naked and almost shivering from how cold the room was. The door opened and Beth walked in carrying what looked like blue scrubs which Belle hoped were for her. She instinctively covered herself in front of this girl she didn’t know. Beth took the bin of Belle’s belongings and put it on the shelf and logged it into the computer. She sat the clothes she was wearing down on a table against the wall, rather than handing them to Belle. She went to the exam table in the center of the room and patted the cushioned surface twice which indicated Belle should hop up. She did. She felt incredibly embarrassed and vulnerable at this moment but wasn’t really scared. More annoyed at this situation where she was being treated like a common criminal.

Chapter 1 Belle looked at her phone and realized she couldn’t hit the snooze button again. It was 6:00 am and her first conference call was in 2 hours. Working from home had let her sleep in a bit more lately but she found herself going to bed later and later as she began to adjust to this new routine. She hadn’t been sleeping well. The isolation over the many months was starting to really affect her. She needed to be around people and looking at her co-workers through a zoom call all day just wasn’t the same. She didn’t think much of most of her colleagues. They were lazy and taking advantage of the new work from home policies. She worked very hard, pretty much outpacing everyone else at her work. It was the one of two things she could focus and control right now when everything else seemed to be spinning. She knew there were many people in the same situation as her. The pandemic has forced changes on everyone and she wasn’t coping very well. Some nights even crying herself to sleep. She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and her feet noticed the cold tile floor. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled from tossing and turning all night. She washed her face off, then exchanged her underwear for her running gear. Running and staying in shape was the other thing she could control. Luckily for her she didn’t need a gym, which were all closed anyway. She pulled on her leggings and long sleeve thermal and turned around to look in the mirror. She admired her toned legs and shapely backside in the mirror. She took pride in her appearance and always dressed up for work, even though she was working from home. She laced up her shoes and grabbed her gear and stepped out of her apartment. She could see her breath in the air this morning. She ran every day, rain or shine. As she took off she noticed her car was still parked out front. Since they clean the streets on Tuesday’s she knew she had to move it before 7:00. “Damn.” She said to herself. She didn’t want to go back inside and figured she’d just move it when she got back. It’s not like they are gonna be here right at 7 anyway. She started her tracker on her app and took off. She got lost in her run and her feet hit the pavement to the beat of her music. She’d been going an hour and was close to the 7 miles when she rounded the corner to her street for the final stretch. The crisp morning gave way to healthy sweat and she finally stopped and walked to cool down. As she approached her apartment she saw it. A cop car and a tow truck. “No no no…” Her heart rate doubled after having just cooled down and she ran up to the cop and found that it was her car they were about to tow. “This your car miss?” “Yes yes, I’m so sorry, let me grab my keys I’ll move it right now. I’m so…” “Miss, let me stop you right there. Your car is already hooked up, there is nothing I can do. You are aware there is a zero tolerance for blocking the cleaning? With everyone working from home we can’t make exceptions. You aren’t special so you need to do your part.” She took offence to this lecture and saw him looking at her as well. “Look, I’m not interested in a lecture. I do my part. I have been isolated for months and I do my part…” “Miss, I suggest you calm yourself. I don’t appreciate your attitude. I’m trying to do my job here and you are out playing. You entitled kids really are something. One more word from you and this ticket will be the least of your concerns.” He wrote up the report on his tablet, and she saw him checking several things. He confirmed her name and email address from the motor vehicle registration. “A ticket is being emailed to you with instructions. You can go, and have a nice day.” He motioned for her to leave in a condescending way and she proceeded to walk up the steps to her front door. She turned and saw him staring again. She went inside, slammed the door and went to pull up the ticket. She was shocked when saw $500 fine, $150 to get her car out of impound. Continuing to read the notes on the ticket, the officer had noted she was argumentative, arrogant and not wearing a mask!. Finally, the last section was either ‘Pay Now Available?’ This was marked no and crossed out and below was instructions for a court date done virtually via the link provided. It was set for 10 tomorrow morning. “What the f? I was out for a run! What a prick. Great. Just F’ing great.” She couldn’t think about this now. She had to get ready for work. She stripped out of her sweaty clothes and got a shower and got ready for work, barely making her conference call. The day proceeded as normal, but without a car she had to rely on some Doordash for some lunch. She wasn’t able to concentrate very much. She was mad at the cop, and mad at herself for letting that happen. Outside of work and exercise, the rest of her life was becoming a mess. Bills were piling up, the apartment wasn’t as clean as she’d like and her mental health had definitely deteriorated during all this. She needed a change but knew that wouldn’t be coming for most likely several months if you believed what the news had to say. She laid in the bed that night, again unable to sleep. She kept worrying about this virtual court tomorrow. She already had to change her conference calls around after explaining to her boss what had happened. That was already embarrassing enough. Now she likely was going to get another lecture from some judge. She managed to get a few hours of sleep but still got up, changed into her running gear and hit the streets. She made breakfast, put on slacks and a dress jacket for ‘court’ and finally clicked the link. There was a queue system that said she was 2 away and to remain in front of her computer until called. She waited 30 minutes and it still said 2 away. At this point her bladder had all the coffee it could handle and she had to go. She figured she could sneak away and get back in time. She took care of her business and ran back to her laptop. The screen had changed. “Miss Larson? This will be your final warning…” “I’m here I’m here…I had to use the bathroom after having to wait on here forever. The appointment said 10am!” She didn’t expect a female judge. The woman staring back at her on the screen was elegant and classy. And was all business. She was instantly intimidated. “Miss Larson, I spoke to the officer who issued the ticket, and with your behavior here today I am not impressed. We have a whole world that is trying to work together in a time of hardship, and you apparently have decided you can thumb your nose at the rules and not cooperate with the rest of it. Typically I am inclined to give people a 2nd chance, maybe you just had a bad day, but it doesn’t appear to be the case.” Belle tried to speak up but the Judge cut her off. “I am sentencing you to 2 weeks of behavioral correction therapy. You’ll be able to serve this sentence from your home under strict guidelines and oversight from one of our counselors. My hope for you is at the end of your program you will learn some empathy for your fellow citizens and treat our officers and judges and service people with more respect. Instructions will be emailed to you after this call.” With that the judge hit her desk with a gavel and said “Next Case” and the video feed shut off. A few seconds later Belle heard a ding indicating a new email had arrived. It was from the court. She clicked and started to read.