Reluctant Redemption

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Stacey had a very strong desire for a cigarette at this moment. She was only in handcuffs as a last resort, and they had been kind enough to keep her hands in front of her. She was separated from the front seats by a sheet of bulletproof glass. She had made an attempt to kick one of the school's employees in the crotch, and as a result, she had been seized and restrained. She used every foul word and extreme expression she could possibly muster, and neither of the big men reacted in any way except to get her into the back seat. She glared at them, but they weren't looking back.

Her handcuffs were unlocked only long enough for her arms to be pulled quickly behind her, and then she was 'cuffed again. She tried to wrestle herself away, and one of the orderlies took her by the back of her full head of hair. She swore at him, but she became still enough for them to walk her into the Institute.

She was immediately fed a couple of fairly heavy sedatives, which she took rather willingly. She liked anything in a pill form, and recognized these from the street - although she remembered the drug's effects and not it's chemical identification. She was left in the empty room, which reminded her of the nurse's office at the high school she used to regularly attend. Still handcuffed from behind, she paced around, waiting for the high. She was glad they were sedating her. She would have kicked over everything in the room if they had not.

Twenty minutes later, she realized she'd been given a fairly heavy dose. She didn't care that her father had sent her away, all of a sudden. He'd pulled away from her emotionally from the start. She had been nothing like he had hoped for, especially because she had been born a girl. He loved her, but he didn't like her. The fact that she was always everybody's Darling from the start simply annoyed him. As a teenager, she had also annoyed her father by falling in with the wayward boys - long-haired, rock-star-poser, drug-using types - and subsequently, moving beyond them to the streets of the nearby city, where she had made a part-time home for herself. Her father - usually away on business - wouldn't have even known, had he not found a bundle of heroin in her bedroom one day. He had never felt such simultaneous rage and panic. Subsequently, he took drastic measures.

Two female orderlies came into the room and took her out of her street clothes. Because she was quite relaxed, they treated her with dignity.

"All students have the same uniform here," one of them explained. "Although, yours will differ slightly."

She was fascinated by the outfit. She now had on a short, blue and green plaid skirt, a comfortable white cotton button-down blouse (she had alogether forgotten how those felt), A navy-blue vest with the school's bright blue, ergonomic logo, and a long, thin, black tie.

"Wow," she thought, "These clothes are really NICE." There had been a time when she would have ridiculed such an outfit, but she recognized the superior quality of the materials. She loved the sheen of her necktie, especially.

"You look very nice," said the other orderly. "You will be required to maintain that."

They led her promptly down the hall, over the grey marble floor, past the display cases of women honoured in the armed services, athletics, government politics, science, and classical music (she wanted to stop and examine it all, but they kept her moving.) They guided her toward an office with a tall, aged wooden door. One of the orderlies knocked on it's old, varnished surface.

"You may enter," came a stern reply from the other side.

They escorted her in and seated her before her tutor's desk. They left promptly, closing the door behind them. There was no sympathy, no introduction. Relaxed as she was, she could sense the large nature of his presence.

"Hello, Stacey," he greeted, his brown eyes penetrating her dazed gaze. He had a medium-low voice, a five-o'clock shadow, and neatly trimmed brown hair. "I'm Mister Decker."

"Hi," she greeted non-chalantly.

"You should know, right off the bat, that I have temporary and indefinite legal custody of you," he informed her.

"What?!" she said, looking quite annoyed.

"Wipe that look off your face," he said calmly. "There will be none of that here. You don't have any choice in this matter. You are indisputably under my control."

He was six feet tall, broad-shouldered, possessed a moderate build, and had big hands. He leaned over his desk a little more.

"So," he said. "From the streets of the city. Of course, you're in all actuality from the suburbs. Had you really been from the city, you wouldn't have ended up so quickly in handcuffs."

"Don't," she said, glaring at him.

"Now, now, Little Girl," he replied calmly. "You don't tell me what to do. I tell YOU what to do."

He rose from behind his desk, the surface of which was vacant.

"First mistake," he continued, "First punishment."

He kneeled before her for a moment, then suddenly took her in his arms and carried her over to his desk, where he lay her down on her back. He reached under her skirt and pulled her little white panties down her legs. He turned her over forcibly and proceeded to spank her tender little bottom.

"NOT GOOD," he scolded, holding her down firmly at the back of her waist with his free hand. "NOT tolerated."

She took it with determination, though his strength was formidable, and his delivery effective. When her buttocks had turned bright red, he stopped and walked away for a moment.

"So you're from the street, Little Girl?" he said. "Well, I'm from the Gulf War. I'm a decorated soldier. I'm from boot camp."

She didn't dare speak.

"I've put my life in peril," he said, "just like you. But not so I could OD myself to death."

She still resisted making a retort, though the anger rose up within her.

"I did it to serve my country," he went on, "not so I could achieve womb-like serenity."

She trembled a little with anger and humiliation.

"Of course, if the road to dependency is what you really want," he continued, "It will only serve you as I provide guidance."

He unbuttoned her skirt at the waist, removing it from her for a moment. He rubbed some sunburn ointment over the surface of her backside. She was silently surprised. She was even more surprised at the fact that he went on to shower the same area with Gold-Bond medicated powder.

"You let out a BIG cry for help when you got into heroin," he told her. "That's regression at it's finest. You shall also be treated with regression, just under my control."

She was shocked to find that he had turned her over on top of a thick disposable diaper. He proceeded to give her a talcum down in front, as well. Then he quickly and firmly wrapped her up, securing the diaper tabs. He took a pair of plastic pants from the same shelf where her diapers were stacked, and pulled them up over her diaper. The little pants matched her plaid skirt perfectly.

"Good Girl," he told her. "Keep being nice and still when I change your diapers."

She lay there perfectly humiliated, all of seventeen years old. Mr. Decker was very healthy-looking, but he was easily twice her age.

"Every one of those diapers you see there on the shelf is going to be used on and by you," he told her. "I am your Master now, and I am going to re-initiate you into the world. Since you have become dangerous to yourself, you are going to need a great deal of guidance. I am, in effect, re-educating you, so that you will become constructive as opposed to destructive."

He surprised her once again by taking her up into his arms, cradling her. He swayed a bit with her and looked into her blue eyes.

"There are always reasons why a former A-student starts taking a dive and withdrawing from society," he said, his voice somewhat more gentle. "We're here to figure all that out and help you to deal better emotionally with it. And to help you achieve more academically, as well."

He let her down on her feet, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"If you're a good girl," he explained with a calm smile, "There's nothing you can't do. Nothing you cannot achieve. Nothing you cannot rise above. We are starting you off with humility, but a firm foundation will be built upon it. But only if you are obedient."

Tears started pouring down her face. Mr. Decker took her in an embrace and stroked her long, blonde, feathered hair.

"I know," he told her kindly. "I'm a psychologist, as well, Stacey. Trust me, I know. And I want you to tell me about the things that hurt so badly inside, especially if they are distracting you from the subjects I will be teaching you."

She sobbed, collapsing against his solid trunk. He didn't let on the fact that he was genuinely moved, but he did give her a friendly squeeze.

[Guest diamondback688]

very interesting...never read a story like this before...i liked it...keep going...

[the diaper mike]

more more!!!!!!!!!!!!! plz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[turtlepins]

Stacey had a very strong desire for a cigarette at this moment. She was only in handcuffs as a last resort, and they had been kind enough to keep her hands in front of her. She was separated from the front seats by a sheet of bulletproof glass. She had made an attempt to kick one of the school's employees in the crotch, and as a result, she had been seized and restrained. She used every foul word and extreme expression she could possibly muster, and neither of the big men reacted in any way except to get her into the back seat. She glared at them, but they weren't looking back.

Her handcuffs were unlocked only long enough for her arms to be pulled quickly behind her, and then she was 'cuffed again. She tried to wrestle herself away, and one of the orderlies took her by the back of her full head of hair. She swore at him, but she became still enough for them to walk her into the Institute.

She was immediately fed a couple of fairly heavy sedatives, which she took rather willingly. She liked anything in a pill form, and recognized these from the street - although she remembered the drug's effects and not it's chemical identification. She was left in the empty room, which reminded her of the nurse's office at the high school she used to regularly attend. Still handcuffed from behind, she paced around, waiting for the high. She was glad they were sedating her. She would have kicked over everything in the room if they had not.

Twenty minutes later, she realized she'd been given a fairly heavy dose. She didn't care that her father had sent her away, all of a sudden. He'd pulled away from her emotionally from the start. She had been nothing like he had hoped for, especially because she had been born a girl. He loved her, but he didn't like her. The fact that she was always everybody's Darling from the start simply annoyed him. As a teenager, she had also annoyed her father by falling in with the wayward boys - long-haired, rock-star-poser, drug-using types - and subsequently, moving beyond them to the streets of the nearby city, where she had made a part-time home for herself. Her father - usually away on business - wouldn't have even known, had he not found a bundle of heroin in her bedroom one day. He had never felt such simultaneous rage and panic. Subsequently, he took drastic measures.

Two female orderlies came into the room and took her out of her street clothes. Because she was quite relaxed, they treated her with dignity.

"All students have the same uniform here," one of them explained. "Although, yours will differ slightly."

She was fascinated by the outfit. She now had on a short, blue and green plaid skirt, a comfortable white cotton button-down blouse (she had alogether forgotten how those felt), A navy-blue vest with the school's bright blue, ergonomic logo, and a long, thin, black tie.

"Wow," she thought, "These clothes are really NICE." There had been a time when she would have ridiculed such an outfit, but she recognized the superior quality of the materials. She loved the sheen of her necktie, especially.

"You look very nice," said the other orderly. "You will be required to maintain that."

They led her promptly down the hall, over the grey marble floor, past the display cases of women honoured in the armed services, athletics, government politics, science, and classical music (she wanted to stop and examine it all, but they kept her moving.) They guided her toward an office with a tall, aged wooden door. One of the orderlies knocked on it's old, varnished surface.

"You may enter," came a stern reply from the other side.

They escorted her in and seated her before her tutor's desk. They left promptly, closing the door behind them. There was no sympathy, no introduction. Relaxed as she was, she could sense the large nature of his presence.

"Hello, Stacey," he greeted, his brown eyes penetrating her dazed gaze. He had a medium-low voice, a five-o'clock shadow, and neatly trimmed brown hair. "I'm Mister Decker."

"Hi," she greeted non-chalantly.

"You should know, right off the bat, that I have temporary and indefinite legal custody of you," he informed her.

"What?!" she said, looking quite annoyed.

"Wipe that look off your face," he said calmly. "There will be none of that here. You don't have any choice in this matter. You are indisputably under my control."

He was six feet tall, broad-shouldered, possessed a moderate build, and had big hands. He leaned over his desk a little more.

"So," he said. "From the streets of the city. Of course, you're in all actuality from the suburbs. Had you really been from the city, you wouldn't have ended up so quickly in handcuffs."

"Don't," she said, glaring at him.

"Now, now, Little Girl," he replied calmly. "You don't tell me what to do. I tell YOU what to do."

He rose from behind his desk, the surface of which was vacant.

"First mistake," he continued, "First punishment."

He kneeled before her for a moment, then suddenly took her in his arms and carried her over to his desk, where he lay her down on her back. He reached under her skirt and pulled her little white panties down her legs. He turned her over forcibly and proceeded to spank her tender little bottom.

"NOT GOOD," he scolded, holding her down firmly at the back of her waist with his free hand. "NOT tolerated."

She took it with determination, though his strength was formidable, and his delivery effective. When her buttocks had turned bright red, he stopped and walked away for a moment.

"So you're from the street, Little Girl?" he said. "Well, I'm from the Gulf War. I'm a decorated soldier. I'm from boot camp."

She didn't dare speak.

"I've put my life in peril," he said, "just like you. But not so I could OD myself to death."

She still resisted making a retort, though the anger rose up within her.

"I did it to serve my country," he went on, "not so I could achieve womb-like serenity."

She trembled a little with anger and humiliation.

"Of course, if the road to dependency is what you really want," he continued, "It will only serve you as I provide guidance."

He unbuttoned her skirt at the waist, removing it from her for a moment. He rubbed some sunburn ointment over the surface of her backside. She was silently surprised. She was even more surprised at the fact that he went on to shower the same area with Gold-Bond medicated powder.

"You let out a BIG cry for help when you got into heroin," he told her. "That's regression at it's finest. You shall also be treated with regression, just under my control."

She was shocked to find that he had turned her over on top of a thick disposable diaper. He proceeded to give her a talcum down in front, as well. Then he quickly and firmly wrapped her up, securing the diaper tabs. He took a pair of plastic pants from the same shelf where her diapers were stacked, and pulled them up over her diaper. The little pants matched her plaid skirt perfectly.

"Good Girl," he told her. "Keep being nice and still when I change your diapers."

She lay there perfectly humiliated, all of seventeen years old. Mr. Decker was very healthy-looking, but he was easily twice her age.

"Every one of those diapers you see there on the shelf is going to be used on and by you," he told her. "I am your Master now, and I am going to re-initiate you into the world. Since you have become dangerous to yourself, you are going to need a great deal of guidance. I am, in effect, re-educating you, so that you will become constructive as opposed to destructive."

He surprised her once again by taking her up into his arms, cradling her. He swayed a bit with her and looked into her blue eyes.

"There are always reasons why a former A-student starts taking a dive and withdrawing from society," he said, his voice somewhat more gentle. "We're here to figure all that out and help you to deal better emotionally with it. And to help you achieve more academically, as well."

He let her down on her feet, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"If you're a good girl," he explained with a calm smile, "There's nothing you can't do. Nothing you cannot achieve. Nothing you cannot rise above. We are starting you off with humility, but a firm foundation will be built upon it. But only if you are obedient."

Tears started pouring down her face. Mr. Decker took her in an embrace and stroked her long, blonde, feathered hair.

"I know," he told her kindly. "I'm a psychologist, as well, Stacey. Trust me, I know. And I want you to tell me about the things that hurt so badly inside, especially if they are distracting you from the subjects I will be teaching you."

She sobbed, collapsing against his solid trunk. He didn't let on the fact that he was genuinely moved, but he did give her a friendly squeeze.

Wow! Love it! More, please!

[Guest diamondback688]

for future reference Turtlepins, you dont have to quote the whole first post...

[BoTox]

She was shocked to find that he had turned her over on top of a thick disposable diaper. He proceeded to give her a talcum down in front, as well. Then he quickly and firmly wrapped her up, securing the diaper tabs. He took a pair of plastic pants from the same shelf where her diapers were stacked, and pulled them up over her diaper. The little pants matched her plaid skirt perfectly.

"Good Girl," he told her. "Keep being nice and still when I change your diapers."

She lay there perfectly humiliated, all of seventeen years old. Mr. Decker was very healthy-looking, but he was easily twice her age.

"Every one of those diapers you see there on the shelf is going to be used on and by you," he told her. "I am your Master now, and I am going to re-initiate you into the world. Since you have become dangerous to yourself, you are going to need a great deal of guidance. I am, in effect, re-educating you, so that you will become constructive as opposed to destructive."

Quite interesting. I like this theme. Very unique and please continue!

[Legls]

Very nice, I think I'll read your other story now.

[Guest tabooyou]

Stacey woke up agitated on Mr. Decker's office couch, hating everything about what she was waking up to - especially the fact that she wasn't allowed to protest any of it. She felt the moderately bulky diaper around her loins and wished she had access to a bathroom.

"Hello, Stacey," he said, getting up from behind his desk and approaching her.

She had every intention of sinking her teeth into his flesh, of grabbing his crotch too firmly, of seizing whatever she could and wielding it across his face. The minute she began thinking of alternate plans, however, she discovered rather quickly that she had been 'cuffed at her wrists and ankles. There was another chain that connected the center of both restraints.

"You've been sleeping like a baby," he told her. "So peaceful, so still. But now that you're awake, I can see you need your medicine."

Once again, she was happy to receive the sedatives with a glass of water. He fed the pills and the water to her artfully, having done it several times as an orderly in the past.

"Mr. Decker?" she said quietly.

"Yes?"

"I really want a cigarette," she admitted. "Are there any meds that help with that?"

He smiled gently through his lips.

"How many of those have you been smoking per day?" he asked.

"A half-pack," she said.

He went to his desk, unlocked a drawer, searched for a moment, and pulled out a white paper bag. He returned to her and drew back the blanket he had gently tucked her in with just hours before. He reached under her white blouse, and placed a small cushion on her just above her left hip. It went right into place like a bandage with its surrounding adhesive.

"What is that?" she asked.

"A nicotine patch," he said. "That should help calm your cravings."

He returned to his desk for a moment, typing on his laptop, writing in a planner, talking into a headset. From every indication, he seemed to be wrapping things up that he had been working on during Stacey's nap. She felt the inevitable and pronounced relaxation come over her, with the additional bonus of temporarily not craving a cigarette.

"Time to check your diapers," he informed her, "so be still. I have been trying to make you as comfortable as possible."

He put his key in each of the small padlocks and freed her completely over the course of about a minute. He took her carefully in his arms and carried her over to an adult-sized changing table, laying her down and removing her plastic pants. He unfastened the diaper tabs.

"You're not wet," he said, surprised. He didn't tell her that before she had fallen asleep, he had fed her a diuretic with a glass of water.

"I can't," she confessed. "I just can't."

He re-fastened her disposable diaper and rubbed the surface of her belly. He tenderly removed one of her little black shoes and the accompanying white sock. He massaged the sole of her foot. After a couple of minutes, he pressed his thumb into just the right spot, and she found herself involuntarily wetting herself. He knew it instantly from her discouraged and disappointed facial expression. He left her alone for a few minutes.

"I can't believe that this guy is going to change my diapers," she thought.

His expression was neutral, but his eyes were warm.

"Lift up," he said.

She lifted her bottom from her wet diaper by supporting herself at her elbows and ankles. He took it out from underneath her, and dropped it into the kitchen-sized garbage pail below. She watched as he took up a couple of baby wipes from the square, blue plastic container on the shelf.

"Remember that right now," he told her, "you are a baby girl, and that I do not let you out of my sight unless you are restrained in some way. I've seen a few people escape from places they are not supposed to leave, and it was because they were carelessly left unattended. I will not let you escape and put your life in imminent danger again."

He turned her over after bathing her with the moist towellettes, and rubbed her backside with baby lotion. He then smoothed some corn starch baby powder over her. As he turned her over, she noticed he was smiling down at her. She lifted her bottom again to let him slide a dry diaper underneath her. He wrapped her snugly into it. He stroked her hair gently against her head and neck.

"Good girl," he said, dressing her in her plastic pants. "Nice and still for Daddy."

He cradled her in his arms once again, enjoying her petite, light figure. He carried her over to the couch, where he seated her in his lap.

"Daddy is happy to look after you," he said, "and is happy to change your diapers. Mr. Decker is the one who administers regulations, tutoring, guidelines, and discipline. But on the weekends, I am your Daddy. You have your own quarters here on campus, in the house where I live. Your own room, complete with a changing table and a nice bed. You are fortunate to have been brought here on a Friday. We have the whole weekend to make you feel at home. I will cook something nice for us tonight. I can see that you really need some nourishment, in more ways than one. But you have to be a good girl, Stacey, because Mr. Decker will not hesistate to punish you - be it a spanking, taking your skirt away for a week, or a public diaper change. So, be good, and we will have a good time."

She lay her head on his chest, and he kissed her temple.

[the diaper mike]

more more plz

[Guest diamondback688]

another great bit...keep it going...

[Guest tabooyou]

Stacey's eyes became wide as her "Daddy" approached her new bed. He had placed a towel between her naked backside and the plaid flannel sheets.

"It's okay, Stacey," he said in a soothing tone of voice. "I have a steady hand. It'll be quick, and then you'll be very comfy' in your diapers."

He placed a small, metallic bowl of water on the bedtable. Her big blue eyes pleaded with him.

"Aww . . . ." he said, his voice genuinely compassionate. "Don't be scared, Honey."

He spread the shaving cream over her vulva and down either side of her vagina. She closed her eyes as he gently shaved her pubic hair off. His movements were very precise. He stopped now and again to rinse the razor in the metal bowl. Before she knew it, it was over. He cleaned her up with a couple of baby wipes.

"See?" he said. "Everything's okay. Daddy would never do anything to hurt you beyond a spanking."

Tears welled up in her eyes regardless of - and perhaps even because of - his comforting words. She cried like a baby in his arms. He held her tightly.

"Brave Little Girl," he said, praising and assuaging her at the same time. "You hardly moved at all, and I didn't even have to restrain you. Good Girl."

Something stirred within her emotionally. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she was very comfortable in his arms. Suddenly, she felt like she belonged there with him, and that she had craved him all her life. All of her shame dropped by the wayside, even with the medication wearing off. She could feel the rhythm of his deep breathing. She followed it and felt quite calm.

"Daddy's going to give you a nice, long talcum before he diapers you," he said sweetly. "Daddy really loves doing both of those things for you."

She lay there in submissive ecstacy as her buttocks were rubbed with baby oil. Her feet played around slowly in the air. He loved watching her enjoy his touch, propped up on her elbows with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging slightly ajar. She lay her head down, hugging her pillow as he powdered her. His hand smoothed it over her glowing skin before he powdered her again. He turned her over and dressed her in a soft cloth diaper, fastening the safety pins into place so that the diaper settled around her hips quite comfortably. He rubbed his hand over her freshly diapered bottom.

"I can't always put you in cloth," he said with a soft laugh, "but every once in a while, when you're very good, you will be rewarded."

[Guest diamondback688]

very well written...keep it going...

[the diaper mike]

more plz

[Guest tabooyou]

Stacey couldn't eat very much, although she had never tasted such well-prepared food in her entire life. Mr. Decker had given her some more medication after her last diaper change, so he had cut up her meat for her, and was reaching over from time to time to feed her little mouthfuls of salad and mashed potatoes. Her stomach was quite small at this point, and couldn't hold very much food. He wasn't at all surprised. He had been silently astonished at her small waist from the first time he had ever undressed her.

"Mr. Decker?" she said.

"Call me 'Daddy,'" he replied, caressing her face.

"Daddy," she continued, "Can I ask you some questions?"

"You may," he nodded, taking a sip of red wine.

"I won't be punished for them?" she asked timidly.

"Not unless you're trying my patience, Little Girl. Go ahead, ask."

"If - Mr. Decker is a psychologist," she asked carefully, "why does he call himself 'Mister?'"

"Well," he replied, playfully stealing a piece of medium-rare steak from her plate, "I have my Doctorate in psychology, and I graduated with honours, and I'm secure about all that - after all, I lived it - and there's no reason to intimidate a little girl who justs needs a Teacher and a Daddy."

"Why do you like changing my diapers?" she asked. "I mean, do you really like changing me?"

"Why do you look so relaxed and happy when I'm changing your diapers?" he asked with a grin. "Are you as relaxed and as happy as you appear to be?"

"Point taken," she said after a moment of consideration. "Why do you let me drink red wine?"

"Well, My Dear," he said, "it's because I was raised in a European household. My father was from Germany, and my mother was from Italy. It's not uncommon for children to drink red wine with dinner within those cultures, even before bedtime diaper changing. I've been having it with dinner for as long as I can remember."

"Thank you for letting me have some wine," she said.

"You're welcome," he smiled.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Little One?"

"I really want to know why a soldier would want to take care of someone like me," she told him, dreading the response.

He sighed. He then reached over and took her face in his hands, and looked into her eyes.

"Baby," he said softly, "The Army saved my ASS. If it hadn't been for the Armed Forces, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to go to college at all. I took every opportunity to excel, because my parents came here poor, and I wanted to give something back. I help support them now, as they are aging."

She continued to search his expression.

"Stacey," he went on, "It's a contract. When duty calls, you go. I went to the Middle East and fought for everything I was trying to maintain. They put my ass through college, and as a result, I got scholarships to move beyond my Bachelor's degree. And at the time, I was barely out of four-year college."

She was listening attentively.

"When it's WAR, Stacey, it's out of control. The only thing you really have is your own mind. I have had to kill people in the line of duty, so that I didn't get killed."

She was still listening.

"I need to be caring and nurturing in order to not continue that trend," he said flatly. "It's as simple as that."

He smiled, letting go of her gently, and continued to fill his stomach with both of their plates. They sat in silence for about fifteen minutes.

"Daddy is very caring and nurturing," she told him. "I love the way he cares for me."

[Guest diamondback688]

more please

[the diaper mike]

mpre plz

[Guest tabooyou]

Mr. Decker's old, grey and blue striped sweater warmed Stacey up nicely as she lay before him. She had been just a little too cold in just his t-shirt alone. The sleeves hung down past her hands, and she was pressing them gently against her lips and her jaw, breathing into the cotton to warm herself. He laughed quietly.

"Are you eating my sweater?" he teased, taking up the big container of baby powder. "I dress you in nice, big, soft, comfy' diapers, and all you can do is act like a moth."

The sheer silliness of his statement made her laugh for the first time in his presence. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"You know, Stacey," he whispered into her ear, "I don't know for certain if you really like being talcumed. Maybe you're just faking it."

She grinned, helpless to stop herself from giggling.

"I just don't know," he went on, chuckling with a mock sigh. "How can I possibly have any idea about these things? I may never know."

"I LOVE when Daddy showers me with baby powder," she said, playing along.

"What?" he said. "What was that? I didn't quite catch it."

"I need my baby powder," she said. "I love when Daddy gives me my baby powder."

She lay her head back over her pillow with great appreciation as she recieved her talcum. He then had her raise her backside, and slipped a big and extra-absorbent disposable diaper underneath her. He wrapped her up in the light blue diaper, loving the way she looked in it. He paused to admire her in it before dressing her in a pair of white plastic pants that were large enough to accomodate her bedtime diapers. He then pulled a pair of his own old flannel pajama bottoms up over her hips, not wanting her to be cold. He pulled a warm pair of wool-cotton blend socks over her feet. She gave him an endearing and sincere smile.

"Stacey," he said, "It's time for sleep. You're tired, and Daddy's tired. Be still while you are restrained."

She was impressed by the fact that the inside of the shackles being attached to her wrists and ankles were lined with velvet. She also had enough room - the chains being a few feet long - to move around a bit in bed. She could definitely lay on her side, which was how she liked to sleep.

[Guest diamondback688]

another very good bit....keep it going...more plz...

[the diaper mike]

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[Guest tabooyou]

He was right there to unshackle her at seven the next morning, but she just nestled her head into her pillow a little more deeply, and hugged the one next to her. In spite of himself, he smiled, gingerly re-fastened a shackle around her ankle, and let her sleep a little while longer while he went to make some coffee.

Several minutes later, he checked in on her again, and she was still laying there peacefully in the same position. Her eyes were open now. He looked at her in his somewhat worn clothes and silently decided that they were hers now, and that there were more he would be happy to give her to keep her warm at night.

"Good Morning, Stacey," he greeted.

She sat up right away, reaching for him. He smiled warmly and went to her.

"How'd you sleep, Little Girl?" he asked, climbing on the bed and hugging her.

"Like a rock," she replied, "as far as I can tell."

"Yes," he told her, "you did. Even through your three o'clock diaper change. You were very peaceful."

"Really?" she said.

"Yes," he said. "Speaking of which, it's time for me to check you."

He unshackled her ankle and carried her to the padded table. He pulled her plaid pajama bottoms down and removed her plastic pants. The diaper tabs were undone quickly.

"You know, Stacey," he said, taking her wet diaper off, "I let you sleep a little late today, because I realize you are probably not used to awakening this early. But from now on, you will get up when I wake you. If you resist me, you will be spanked as soon as you have been wiped."

She had raised her bottom in order to be cleaned up with baby wipes, and felt a little more vulnerable as he did so.

"Just giving you fair warning," he said. "You've been quite the good girl, so far. I expect you to keep being a good girl."

He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"You have your own bathroom in here," he said. "which you haven't seen yet, because Daddy has been taking care of your needs. But now, you may have a shower. There's shampoo, shower gel, deodorant and everything else in there that'll make you feel more at home here. I even have some more discreet diapers for you, so that we can go out hiking later - and maybe someplace else, think about where you might like to go - and we'll have a nice breakfast together after you get ready. Maybe you'll even let Daddy brush your beautiful hair."

He sat her up and removed her socks. She hugged him for a moment before eagerly heading for the shower stall.

[the diaper mike]

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[Guest tabooyou]

Once again, Mr. Decker ate the rest of Stacey's food, though he was glad to see that she had eaten a little more than she had the night before. His mother had taught him to cook all kinds of different dishes when his father wasn't around. He was secretly very happy to have someone around to cook for. Though her intake capacity per portion was limited, he could tell that Stacey really liked the food he had prepared for them.

Because she had become quite thin - loitering on the street and in depraved apartments - the smaller undergarments he had for her fit nicely under her jeans. Her father had sent along some of her clothes, including a pair of quality hiking shoes she had barely used. Mr. Decker prepared her bottom on the diaper changing table just as before, and then stood her up and dressed her.

He reached under her t-shirt and affixed a new nicotine patch to her lower belly. He gave her a reduced amount of sedatives. Another one of his old sweaters was bestowed upon her. She felt grateful as he kneeled before her for a moment and tied the sleeves around her waist.

As they got out of his moderately small van, he handcuffed her at the wrist, and attached the other cuff to his own wrist.

"We'll be back here in a couple, maybe a few hours," he told her, "so I can change your diapers. The windows are tinted, as you can see."

They walked a few of the easier trails. He knew she wasn't ready for much else. As they got deeper into the woods, she became fascinated by the increasing natural landscape. He was charmed, and allowed her to lead him to the different things she found to be beautiful. She ran her fingertips over bright green patches of moss, brought her lips together and inhaled the inviting aroma of honeysuckle, and gazed up at the bright yellow leaves that had become refulgent with Autumn sunshine. From time to time he would give her hand a little squeeze, leading her along the paths. He was glad she was enjoying herself, but also wanted her to get some exercise.

After about ninety minutes or so, they came upon an old bridge that had a stone wall on either side. He took her carefully by the waist and lifted her, seating her on top of one of the aged walls. The flat, wide, even surface allowed her a decent amount of sitting space.

"Time for a little rest, now," he said, untying the sweater from around her waist. "Lie down, Little Girl. Don't worry - we're pretty far away from anyone - and I can always just lean over you closely, like I'm looking into the water."

He lay the sweater under her head as she lay herself down carefully. She was quite cooperative as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He took off his old olive-green backpack, exposing her as she raised her hips for a diaper check. He talcumed her quickly on top of her dry diaper, and dressed her again. He brought her up to a sitting position. She smiled as he rested his hands on her shoulders.

"So," he said, "Have you thought about where else you might like to go today?"

"Not really," she said, looking down shyly.

"The rest of the week will be quite strict," he informed her. "Tomorrow will also be a day of rest, but I will be preparing you for a week of classes during the course of the day. We get to do whatever you would like to - within reason - today."

His hands massaged her neck gently as his brown eyes searched her facial expression.

"We can go wherever you like," he said kindly. "As long as it's good, clean fun, so to speak. You've been a very good girl, Stacey. You deserve it."

"I don't know," she said, looking discouraged.

Her eyes weren't meeting his, but he could see something in them that was beyond her years. He thought deeply for a moment as he continued to rub her neck.

"Is it the handcuffs?" he asked softly. "Your diapers, maybe?"

"No," she said. "You're my Daddy, and you have legal custody of me. I don't mind the handcuffs or my diapers."

His jaw dropped a little. He selected his queries carefully.

"Would you like to go to the Zoo, Little Girl?" he asked.

She shook her head, avoiding his eyes.

"The Amusement Park?" he asked. "'The most dangerous roller coaster in the world . . . .'"

She shook her head again.

"Wanna' see a movie?" he asked. "An action or a horror film?"

"No," she sighed.

"Okay," he replied gently. "That's okay."

He could tell she needed comforting, and took her in his arms. She leaned happily on his shoulder. Her breathing became deep and relaxed.

"Have you ever been to any of those places?" he asked.

"All of them," she replied.

"I see," he said. "And you didn't like them."

"Those are the places my father took me to ignore me," she plainly admitted. "He'd just take off, telling me where and when to meet him later."

"Uh-huh," he said.

He kissed her cheek, fighting back against his tears. Fortunately, he was pretty good at this.

[the diaper mike]

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[Guest diamondback688]

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