Sallas

[Elfy]

Anna is a very unfortunate young woman. Orphaned at a young age in a country that believes women are inferior and infantilizes them she is adopted and has to grow up in a society she knows is unfair.

Today is a big day. It is her graduation from high school but it also much, much more.

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This story is long and has been quite the project. It's been worked on for 18 months!

I just want to make it very clear going in that I do not condone women being treated unequally in any way. I do not condone any group being treated unfairly. This story is set in a dystopian world that isn't meant to reflect on any existing country.

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Sallas

By Elfy

Anna woke up with a feeling of dread. As she sat up in bed she felt her diaper crinkle wetly and as her eyes adjusted to being awake she saw her childish princess pink bedroom coming into focus. From the princess posters on the wall to the unicorn bedsheets everything was designed to be as feminine and childish as possible. It would’ve been great for a child but for eighteen-year-old Anna it was a reminder of her miserable situation.

It was a big day for Anna but one she was not looking forward to in the slightest. In fact she had every reason to believe it would be the worst day of her life. She relaxed her bladder and wet her already damp diaper. She had desperately tried to maintain her bladder and bowel control which was very much unlike most girls her age. She was eighteen-years-old and today would be the day of both her graduation and marriage along with thousands of other women across the country.

Anna swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was thankful at least that her adoptive parents hadn’t put up the side of the crib, when they did that it meant she was trapped until someone let her out which was beyond humiliating no matter how many times it happened. Her light nightgown went down just past her knees but the embarrassing underwear underneath showed through. She opened the cabinet at the bottom of her bedside table and pulled out one of the only reminders she had of what felt like a completely different life.

The photo album that Anna pulled out was well-worn from how often it was handled and flicked through. She opened the book to a random page and saw a photo of her family from eight years ago, the smiling girl in the picture was unrecognisable to Anna now. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the events that had led to this place.

Anna’s parents and sister had travelled to Sallas on business eight years ago. Sallas was, and is, a very wealthy and powerful country that was also horrendously misogynistic. Women were little more than children in the views of the men that ran the country. As such women didn’t work and had very little rights, many weren’t even potty trained until their marriages which were often arranged by their fathers.

“Why did you bring me here…” Anna whispered under her breath as she ran her finger over the photo.

Anna’s father had business to conduct and had brought the rest of the family for a vacation. Although the society was misogynistic women that weren’t from Sallas were usually treated equally and at the resort the family were going to stay at they would be fine. Anna couldn’t remember much of the vacation at this point but she remembered the day the whole family went for a drive into the countryside, she remembered the truck coming the other way and the next thing she knew she was in the hospital.

Anna was the only survivor. She was too young to memorize contact details and after a cursory check for family back in her home country Anna was sent to an orphanage. She was adopted shortly afterwards and had been living with this family ever since. The photos were all she had left. Not much else had survived the crash. It didn’t take long at all to realise that life in Sallas was very different from home.

“Anna!” The booming voice of Harold Abbott, Anna’s adoptive father, seemed to make the floor shake, “Get your butt down here!”

Anna sighed as she put her photo album away. As soon as Anna had been put in care she had had to learn the customs of Sallas. She still had nightmares over the tantrum, punishment and diapering on her first day in the care home. Even for a ten-year-old it was a huge culture shock and she had never accepted the position all other girls took as inevitable for them.

Anna remembered trying to tell the other girls that none of this was normal. She remembered trying to explain to them that outside of Sallas girls weren’t treated like this. Most of them looked at her as if she was an alien whilst a few openly mocked her desire for equality.

Back in Anna’s former country she had loved going to school. She had enjoyed all her lessons especially science and math, but these weren’t options for a woman in Sallas. The last eight years of her schooling had been about making sure she knew her place, about making her a good wife. It felt like her time at school was let about teaching her things and more about building a brochure that could be presented to men who were interested in her. She hated every minute of it and frequently got into trouble, she just couldn’t accept this state of affairs.

Anna knew better than to make her father wait. Harold certainly didn’t share Anna’s progressive views on women and it felt like Anna had spent half her time in this house being punished for one reason or another. Anna stood up and felt her diaper sag slightly. She pulled her nightie off and replaced it with a loose fitting pair of pants and a shirt.

As Anna walked downstairs she could heard her adoptive mother, Michelle, bustling around in the kitchen. Like a good housewife she was preparing breakfast for everyone. Anna walked into the kitchen and slumped into the chair opposite her father. Harold was leaning back in his seat and reading the newspaper. She felt so many emotions for what was to come that day but they were nearly all negative.

“You know I don’t like when you do that.” Harold grunted as Michelle put a plate of toast down in front of Anna.

“Huh?” Anna looked up from her food.

“Pants are for men.” Harold said as he lowered his newspaper.

“I’m just wearing it here.” Anna said quietly, “I’m not going to wear them outside.”

“You better not.” Harold warned, “You don’t want to be sent to Finishing School…”

Anna shivered. For once she agreed with her father. The “Finishing Schools” were basically brainwashing camps. Women and girls who didn’t toe the line were sent to these secretive places and were never the same when they came back. No one really knew what happened inside those walls and it was a good reminder to Anna what could happen any time the men in her life wanted. Anna’s small teenage acts of defiance would stop as soon as that scary place was mentioned.

“Is your dress ready? Your gown? Oh you must be so excited! Can I get you a drink?” Michelle buzzed around Anna like a bee.

Anna felt bad for her mother who had always grown up in these oppressive conditions but she felt even worse for herself. She had an arranged marriage planned for just after her graduation. What should’ve been the happiest day of her life felt like little more than being signed over from one master to another. She only vaguely knew the person to whom she was betrothed, he had been in her grade at school but boys and girls didn’t often interact thanks to their vastly different curriculums.

“Yes, I spoke to Ryan’s father this morning.” Harold said as he drank some of his coffee, “He’s very excited.”

“I bet he is.” Anna muttered quietly, “He’s basically getting a free slave.”

“You’ll be delighted when you see him.” Harold continued as if he didn’t hear Anna, “He seems like a very nice young man. Super ambitious too. He’s going to take over his Dad’s business one day. ”

Anna had seen pictures of Ryan. He was taller than she was and was admittedly good looking even if his smile came off as a little insincere. She didn’t know too much else about him except his father was very wealthy and Ryan would be getting fast tracked up the company ladder once he had finished college. It was hard to believe that these were the only things she knew about the man she would be marrying in just a few hours’ time.

For men business and power meant everything. In the rigid gender defined society of Sallas a man’s worth could be defined by how much was in his bank account and how many people he had underneath him. All men aspired to climb the corporate ladder as far as possible.

“Oh, of course, before you start!” Michelle hurried over again. Anna saw something in her hand and immediately grimaced.

“Oh, mom… come on.” Anna complained though she knew it was pointless.

“You’ll have to get used to it.” Harold grunted as he flicked his eyes over to look at Anna, “I’ve been too lax with you.”

As a bib fluttered down over Anna’s head and she rolled her eyes. The white cloth designed to keep her clothes clean was completely unnecessary. She couldn’t help but shake her head with an ironic smirk. Lax was not a word she would use to describe Harold’s style of parenting, though in truth she knew most girls wouldn’t have got off so lightly with some of the things she had done growing up.

Anna looked at the food without appetite. She pushed the plate away from her and looked up at her father. It was an embarrassment to her that every morning she had to wait for Harold to decide to change her diaper so she could get ready for the day. There was something she needed to do before her change though. She hated doing this with people present but it wasn’t like she had a choice.

Anna put her hands to the seat underneath her and lifted her butt off the seat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in the same way she had done thousands of times before. With her cheeks blushing red she pushed down with her straining tummy muscles. It was like an explosion in her diaper as soft lumps were pushed out of her in quick succession.

The poop quickly piled up in the seat of her diaper. It’s slimy warmth a familiar if unwelcome feeling for the eighteen-year-old. She kept her ass off the wooden surface of the seat as Harold looked up from his newspaper. He checked his watch and sighed with annoyance before folding the newspaper up.

“I suppose you’ll want that sorted out before we leave.” Harold said as he lifted himself up, “Come on. I look forward to not having to do this anymore.”

Anna bit her lip before her mouth got her in trouble again. Bred for generations to be unquestioning, most women in Sallas didn’t give their men much trouble, Anna didn’t have that same unquestioning obedience. She stood up and started to follow her adoptive father out of the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder to see her mother standing by her seat and watching her go. Michelle had a troubling look on her face.

“Of course you’ll be coming back here after the wedding.” Harold continued as they went up the stairs, “Ryan will need to go to college and he won’t need you there.”

Anna knew all this. She knew the plan was to be married to Ryan and then whilst he goes off to college she would stay at home cooking and cleaning. Her further education would be an intensive course on being a good housewife. Then she would be sent off with a man she barely knew to turn into a good little Sallasian woman.

Anna followed her father back to her bedroom and walked over to the changing table for a process that had happened countless times in the past. She pulled down her pants without a modicum of shame. She then turned so her back was to the changing table and put her hands on the edge. She jumped and lifted herself up. When she landed on the table in a sitting position she winced, the mess in her diaper was compacted between her butt and the table spreading it all over her skin. That was a feeling she would never get used to.

Anna laid back and looked up to the ceiling as Harold gathered a fresh diaper, some baby wipes and baby powder. There was little care in the way he pulled at the tapes on the front of her disposable. This was just a necessary task for the patriarch of the family, something that all men were obligated to do, an unpleasant but unavoidable chore.

As Anna felt the cool wet wipes rubbing on her skin she felt a sudden feeling of panic flood her system. There was something in the casual way this was happening that made her shiver, the reality of this being her whole life hit her like a brick.

“Please don’t make me marry him…” Anna whimpered as she felt herself tremble.

“Anna, we’ve been through this.” Harold replied impatiently.

“I want to go back!” Anna yelled now. She felt tears fill her eyes though she tried to rapidly blink them away. She cursed herself for not being stronger, “Just send me back! I’d rather be homeless back home than live here!”

Harold had just finished wiping her clean and now Anna knew she had made a mistake. The used diaper was balled up and dropped in the pail at the end of the padded table. Instead of putting her straight into a fresh disposable Harold instead roughly pulled Anna off the table and went over to the bed.

“No!” Anna cried out, “I hate this place! I hate you!”

Harold said nothing. Anna was pulled by her wrist and as her father sat on the edge of the bed, she was pulled forwards and across his lap. Anywhere else in the world an eighteen-year-old girl getting a spanking would be exceptionally unusual, in Sallas it was very common. Anna kicked her legs out to try to escape but Harold was very practiced with this and his leg tucked around Anna’s to prevent movement.

The first spank was enough of a shock to the system that Anna yelped like a puppy with its tail trodden on. Harold didn’t hold back when punishing the women in the house and Anna could do little but pray for mercy as he spanked her rear end repeatedly.

“You. Do. As. Your. Told!” Each of Harold’s word was spat out angrily and was punctuated by a spank to Anna’s butt.

Anna sobbed as she felt the stinging and heat of her punishment warming her buttocks. Combined with the humiliation she just felt awful. She shook her head from side to side as if saying no to a question.

“Your. Insolence. Will. Get. You. In. Trouble!” Harold continued.

Anna obviously couldn’t see her butt but she was sure it was bright red by now and probably even had her father’s handprint on it. She wailed loudly like a toddler being punished. She hated crying, nothing made her feel more like the child the men of that cursed country treated has as like crying. She took great hiccupping breaths in between each smack of her bottom which made her exclaim.

“You. Will. Treat. Men. With. Respect!” Harold had to shout over the increasingly loud crying.

“I will! I will!” Anna desperately cried out. In that moment she was completely earnest but she would’ve agreed to anything if it stopped the punishment.

The final spank hit harder than the rest but Anna knew it was over as the hand lingered on her skin. After a couple of seconds she was stood up and facing Harold. He looked disappointed with her.

“Do you realise how good I’ve been to you?” Harold asked crossly, “Many men would have had you sent to the Finishing Schools for less than you’ve done over the years.”

Anna looked at the floor and sniffed loudly. Her tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked. This was often how punishments ended. Harold would remind her of everything he had done for her. How he had taken her in and given her a place to live and found her a good husband. Anna was supposed to be grateful just because he hadn’t sent her to be brainwashed. Sometimes Anna wondered if it would’ve been better to get re-educated, at least then she might not be so miserable with her place in life.

“Do you realise the damage you could’ve done to me and my career?” Harold asked, “Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?”

Anna remained silent. It was hard to let the man believe he was the victim in all of this but he didn’t expect nor want to be contradicted. The truth was that Anna could’ve done significant damage to Harold’s position in society. In the competitive, exclusively male world any perceived weakness could be fatal to any aspirations. To allow a rebellious woman in the house was to risk other men thinking you were weak or even sympathetic to them, it was hard to know which would be worse for the man in question.

“Get yourself cleaned up, dressed and put some make-up on.” Harold finally said after a protracted silence broken only by Anna’s tearful sniffling, “It’s your big day.”

[Elfy]

It's going to be a long day.

Anna is stuck in Sallas which has taken the ideas of misogyny and patriarchy and turned the volume up to eleven. Today is going to be a very trying day and after breakfast with her family she is to go to school for both her graduation and her wedding...

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Anna felt like she was being driven to the gallows as she sat quietly in the back of the car. She was dressed in her graduation gown, a long shockingly pink robe which went all the way down to her feet. She had her flat mortarboard hat in her hands in her lap. She was looking out the window feeling a combination of extreme anxiety and sadness. She knew her life was only going to get harder and more miserable from here.

Every time the car went over a bump in the road Anna winced. Her bruised butt wouldn’t allow her to forget her punishment that morning. Anna couldn’t help but think about what life could’ve been, she couldn’t help but imagine a reality where her family had never come to Sallas and she was graduating with all her friends and family looking on. She had to stop, it hurt too much knowing what she had and lost. She certainly never thought she’d be graduating and getting married with a severely bruised ass.

Anna had her bag next to her with her wedding dress in it. She couldn’t bear to look at it, she had worn it once when her father had bought it but even then had avoided looking in the mirror. She wondered if she could somehow escape still. Maybe when the car stopped at a red light she could burst out of the car and run away. It was a nice thought but completely impractical, the child locks for the rear doors were engaged and she had nowhere to go even if she could get out.

In the front passenger seat Michelle was keeping up a constant stream of inane chat even if the only responses she got was her husband grunting. Anna felt a fullness in her bladder and immediately relaxed, the warmth flooded around the bottom of the diaper and actually soothed her bruised butt a little bit.

“You’re a lucky girl!” Michelle turned in her seat with the forced smile that was permanently etched on her face, “Ryan’s going to be very wealthy and powerful one day. Have you thanked your father for making this happen?”

Anna stared daggers at Michelle. She wondered if that was what her future looked like. Complete acceptance of a terrible situation, doting on a man and trying to convince herself that she was lucky or had a good life. As much as she felt sorry for her adoptive mother she also felt intense resentment towards her.

“There’s no need to thank me.” Harold said as if he had done Anna a huge favour.

As the car approached the school Anna could see more and more people walking in. She felt her nerves jumping up another notch as the large building loomed in front of them. Her urge to run away grew alongside the dread that had settled in her stomach like a large rock. The car pulled up in the parking lot and when Anna stepped out of the car she could sense the strange excitement and tension in the air.

Anna followed Harold and Michelle as they left the car and went towards the main building. The temptation to run was overwhelming but Anna knew that doing so would mean being sent away. She looked around at the other young women hoping to see others experiencing the same horror that she was. Since the other young women had all grown up with the horribly restrictive rules Anna found most of them meekly following their families. She looked down on them until she realised she was doing the same thing.

“Harold, dear, I might need a change before the ceremony starts.” Michelle’s voice was quiet but she betrayed no hint of embarrassment at her request.

“Of course.” Harold sighed, “Anna, we’ll see you in there. Here keep this in your mouth.”

“Dad!” Anna started saying in annoyance.

Harold glared at her and Anna sighed. She reached out and took the pacifier her father was offering and reluctantly popped it between her lips. It wasn’t uncommon for her to have her mouth full in public like this, her father tended to give her the soother whenever he thought she might make a scene.

“We’ll see you in there.” Harold repeated.

Anna nodded her head. She didn’t miss the look her father gave her, it was telling her that she better be in there and she would be very sorry if she upset the cart. She watched as her dad took her mother by the hand and led her away. Anna was left alone in the lobby. There were people everywhere, both male and female, many were talking to each other but Anna remained alone. She had never had much in the way of friendship since none of the other girls wanted to be associated with such a “trouble maker.”

Anna looked around and saw Ryan in the far corner with his parents and talking to some friends. How strange it was that the person who would become her husband in such a short amount of time was standing right there. She felt nothing for the man, she barely knew him other than an acquaintance at school. She would’ve been surprised if she had said more than two dozen words to him over their whole time together in school. It was surreal to think she was going to spend her life with him. She tried not to assume the worst but she wondered just how bad he would be to her. In the best case scenario he would just be dismissive and condescending but in the worst case, well, Anna wasn’t keen on thinking about that for too long.

Anna thought that Ryan looked a little out of place. He seemed ill at ease next to the other men in his friendship group. Physically he was average sized and even kind of handsome in an over polished kind of way, it was as if every hair and on his head had been meticulously placed. It was too much, like every inch of him had been designed by committee. What really stood out though was the way he stood. Anna noted that his stance was why he was giving off such an awkward aura, his body language just screamed that he was uncomfortable.

Ryan looked over towards Anna. She quickly averted her eyes and realised she had actually been sucking on the pacifier for comfort. She hated giving any sign that her treatment was legitimate and immediately stopped the soother from bobbing between her lips. She turned to face the two entrances on the far wall. There were going to be two separate ceremonies in two different rooms at the same time, one for the men and the other for women. Anna wondered away from the place she was standing to see the room she was graduating in. She saw that they were allowing people to go in so she decided to just step into the mostly empty auditorium.

The stage was set and there were some people up there fiddling with the microphone and electronics. Anna took a seat at the back of the room and sighed. Above her, on the balcony, was a large seated area where family and friends could sit and watch, her parents would be up there soon. In the relative tranquillity of the large hall she found her thoughts drifting back to how much she loathed her situation. The urge to run yet again threatened to overtake her.

“Testing… Testing…” The voice crackling through the microphone startled Anna out of her thoughts. The feedback screeching afterwards made her cover her ears.

There must have been some announcement that the ceremonies were about to begin because the crowds started to come in. Anna saw that most of her fellow graduates looked excited or happy and she couldn’t understand it at all. She empathised with the few who came in looking as glum as she felt, those were surely the ones who had seen through the patriarchal crap. Everyone filed in with their pink robes and took their seats. Anna felt like an animal at the slaughterhouse waiting for her turn to be killed. She sighed with resignation as a young woman took to the stage to applause.

“Ladies, today is the first day or the rest of your lives.” The speaker announced. Anna didn’t know who she was and she didn’t care. She barely listened as she slumped in her seat, “All your years of education and training have made you all women ready to serve the men of Sallas. Many of you will be starting your life with your new husbands today, for others you will soon find your man but to all of you I say: your devotion to your domestic duties will allow your men to do their work that much better and make this country that much greater!”

The hall broke into applause again. Anna looked around at all the other women as if they were traitors. She couldn’t believe how much they were buying into this stuff. When Anna was younger she had convinced herself that the current order couldn’t exist forever and that as she got older things would change but it seemed like the subjugation of women was as strong as ever. Many of the graduates around her had pacifiers just like hers and in moments of silence there was a strange background noise of sucking.

Anna sunk further into her cheap plastic seat as she listened to the speaker drone on and on about how important it would be to be good housewives. Anna knew that if she was back in her original country she would be looking forward to college or work, now she was going to be all but literally chained to the house. Perhaps it would be a literal chain, there were really few rules about what men could and couldn’t do with their women.

“It is our school’s hope that none of you will need to be sent for re-education. That all of you will embrace your roles and do your duties.” The speaker’s words were presented cheerfully but Anna heard the threat hidden beneath them. She felt a shiver go down her spine. Do what you’re told or else.

After the speaker finished and there was another round of applause one of the graduates went to the podium. The valedictorian went into her own speech and Anna tuned out again. The woman on the stage beamed with pride whilst Anna silently scorned her. The valedictorian had nothing to be proud of, they were simply the best at being a servant.

“And now we will start handing out your diplomas.” The first speaker had again taken the podium, “We will call you up in alphabetical order.”

Anna Abbott was the second person to be called up. She stood up as everyone applauded and walked to the stage. Underneath the bright lights that flooded the raised platform Anna shook hands with the smiling woman and took the diploma which she already knew meant nothing at all. It was a certificate to say she could cook and clean. As she walked off the stage and the next person went up Anna looked up and saw her parents waving. She blanked them as she returned to her seat.

The ceremony took an age and Anna spent the whole time with her arms crossed in front of her just waiting for it all to be over. When the final person took their certificate and returned to their seat Anna joined the others in standing up, as everyone threw their caps into the air Anna joined in just so she didn’t stand out. A woman who stood out was not a good thing in Sallas.

“Congratulations girls!” It was the Principal of the school on the stage now, “For those of you getting married we have a room for you to get changed into whilst we alter the room.”

Anna felt her stomach drop. This was the moment she was dreading. She saw a teacher waving over the girls who needed to get changed and she reluctantly joined the line. As she walked into the changing room she released her bladder and flooded her diaper without breaking her stride. She shuddered as the warm liquid ran between her legs and soaked into the padding.

The room was very basic. Anna hadn’t seen this door open before but she assumed it was the place that stored all the chairs and other bits and pieces the school kept for its ceremonies. It had been emptied now with just a bunch of plastic chairs and portable lockers that had been rented from some place. In the centre of the room was a large folding table that had a gym mat on it.

“How romantic…” Anna muttered darkly as she walked in and went to one of the plastic chairs at the back of the room. She spat her pacifier out and shoved it into her bag.

The bags the women had kept with them were now opened to reveal the dresses they would wear for their “special day.” Anna felt herself tearing up and it certainly wasn’t from happiness. The childish dream of a fancy princess wedding couldn’t be further from Anna’s reality. This mass ceremony was no designed to be romantic or an expression of love, it was little more than a business transaction.

The girls behind Anna were all chattering excitedly. Like Anna most of them barely knew the people they were about to tie themselves to forever but they didn’t seem put off at all. The brainwashing of these poor women from early life was often so strong that they considered this an ideal outcome. If Anna hadn’t been so horribly depressed by her own situation she would’ve felt sorry for them.

“Hurry up, girls!” A female teacher opened the door to call in, “Your men are waiting!”

[Elfy]

Anna learns what a marriage ceremony looks like in Sallas before meeting her new in-laws.

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As the other women exclaimed excitedly Anna pulled up the front of her graduating robe to see if she needed a change. Anna, like most girls, wasn’t allowed to change herself unless it was an emergency. There was a teacher standing next to the table and already she had a queue of girls forming for their changes. Anna decided she could wait, this was all embarrassing enough without being exposed to everyone present.

Anna pulled off her gown with her back to the rest of the room. She hurriedly pulled the wedding dress out of her bag and put it on without any real effort to make it look nice. She looked in the mirror with dead eyes. The dress was very basic but then she had basically refused to take part in picking one out. It looked to Anna like it was the cheapest dress her father could find.

Anna was rather rudely elbowed aside by a small group of young women positioning themselves in front of the mirror. She looked on with disgust as they touched up their make-up and adjusted their dresses. Anna was almost envious of the people she saw as brainless drones, at least they weren’t having to suffer like she was; at least they didn’t know better.

“You. Yes, you. Are you ready? Come on.” The woman that was stood just outside the door had stuck her head in and was looking straight at Anna.

“Me?” Anna asked as she pointed to herself.

“Yes, come on.” The woman waved for Anna to come over.

Anna was struck dumb by the suddenness of everything. She obviously knew her time as a single woman was short but to have it ended so suddenly and brutally left Anna feeling cold. She opened and closed her mouth a few times as the woman watched on impatiently. Anna got the impression that if she didn’t move soon she would be forcibly dragged out of the room.

Anna’s knees felt wobbly and she wondered if she might collapse at any moment but she walked across the room anyway. She couldn’t believe the room had been made ready for the ceremonies so quickly and although she knew this was coming it now felt like all her wishful fantasies had been closed off. She felt like she was having an out of body experience as she stepped past the woman and out into the main hall.

“Oh, hold on, you need this.” The woman said impatiently.

Anna turned to see the woman rummaging in her pockets for something. When she pulled out a large pacifier and held it out Anna felt her face flush with heat. Anna was confused but as she looked over the shoulder of the woman at the other graduates she saw them all getting pacifiers out, some looked very fancy. Since Anna’s was back in her bag she was being given a very basic white one that she supposed was to complement her dress.

“What is this?” Anna asked dumbly.

“It’s tradition here.” The woman said as she impatiently jabbed the pacifier against Anna’s chest.

“Tradition?” Anna repeated.

“Just take it and hurry up.” The woman said with another jab, “It’s to symbolise your place as your Husband’s woman.”

Anna knew her choices were limited to doing as she was told or risking a terrible punishment. With cheeks blushing a deep red she took the pacifier. She lifted it to put it in her mouth when her arm was slapped down by the woman who seemed to think Anna was being deliberately difficult.

“You give it to the groom to give to you.” The woman sighed with exasperation, “Honestly, did you not pay any attention in school?”

“Not really.” Anna replied honestly. It felt like sarcasm and being difficult was her default response to the dread she felt.

Anna lowered her hand again and turned to face the stage. It seemed the workers certainly had moved quickly. Most of the seats remained but now the stage had six white wooden arches set up along with podiums and officials. Anna swallowed anxiously, she felt like she was looking up at the gallows. With an extra jolt of horror Anna saw that Ryan was standing at one of the spaces in his suit. There were men at each of the arches and they were all looking towards the changing room expectantly.

“Well, go on then…” The woman nudged Anna in the back to get her to move, “We’ve got a lot to get through.”

Anna stared at Ryan. He was standing there in almost the same exact awkward pose as she saw him in earlier. He quickly looked away and then spoke to the official, he was whispering something that Anna was unable to hear. As Anna slowed to a stop before the stage again she heard the door to the changing room open. Several young women came spilling out and shrieked with delight when they saw the stage. They rushed forwards and took to the stage, Anna was nearly trampled as they pushed past.

Anna was the last of this first group to climb the stairs. It felt like she was on the conveyor belt at a marriage factory, she was just pushed along by forces she had no control over. Her diaper warmed again as she crinkled up the steps to the stage, it was certainly getting full now. Her heart was pounding and she looked up to the balcony where her parents were still watching. Michelle appeared to be filming proceedings which was the last thing Anna wanted, it felt like she was having a humiliating moment saved for posterity. She cast her eyes downwards towards the exit, her last chance to escape. She was surprised to see two large security guards at the door, she wondered if people making a run for it wasn’t as rare an occurrence as she had assumed.

As Anna approached Ryan she got her first look at him close-up. He still seemed to find it hard to make eye contact. Anna stood to the side awkwardly, tears started falling from her eyes but unlike the tears of happiness at most weddings, these were tears of sorrow.

“We are gathered here today to join Ryan Manning and Anna Abbott…” The official started.

As the official started to drone on Anna found it hard to pay attention. She couldn’t believe this was real life, she still hadn’t even really spoken to this man that she was about to be married to. She couldn’t look away from Ryan who watched the official intently. She wanted to stop everything and grab the official to tell him how mad this all was. If it didn’t have such dire consequences for her she might’ve found the whole thing so absurd as to be funny.

“Do you, Ryan Manning, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The official asked. He sounded almost bored.

“I do.” Ryan replied. He glanced across at Anna and flashed a smile before quickly looking away again.

“Do you, Anna Abbott, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The official turned to Anna.

Anna hesitated. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. She looked at the official, she looked at Ryan and then she looked across to where her parents were sitting. She saw Harold lean forwards as if he was about to get up.

“I… I…” Anna was fighting her own heart that was telling her to scream that she didn’t know this man, “I… do.”

Anna knew her words sounded disappointed and forced. She immediately started sobbing. Ryan looked even more awkward. Around them there were other couples tying the knot with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Young women being married off by their fathers and family, burdens passed on or pawns to cement new business relationships.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The official said as he closed the small notebook he had been holding in front of him.

Ryan took a step forwards and Anna tensed up automatically. She had her arms across her front as her new husband leaned in. He seemed to go for a kiss on the lips but as he got closer he moved to the side and in the end simply pecked Anna on the cheek. Anna looked away.

“And now for the ceremonial pacifier.” The officiator said, “The bride hands the pacifier to her husband to symbolise giving herself mind, body and soul to him.”

Anna reached out a trembling hand with the pacifier in it. She was trying her hardest not to break down in tears but as Ryan took the soother from her it felt like she was truly giving herself away. If the pacifier truly symbolised everything the officiator had said then this meant she was willingly handing over everything about herself. Giving her individuality and freedom to a man.

“The husband places the pacifier into the bride’s mouth to symbolise the acceptance of his burden and new responsibilities.” The officiator continued.

Anna watched as Ryan raised the pacifier up. The amber teat was facing Anna who was having difficulty not looking at the way Ryan was smiling. As Ryan’s hand came forward Anna reluctantly opened her trembling lips. She closed her eyes and felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She felt the soft nipple get pushed past her teeth and on to her tongue. When the plastic mouth guard hit her lips she closed her mouth. She felt humiliated and wanted to hide her face away from everyone else in the room.

“If you would both like to go to the table over there to sign the license…” The official pointed over to a table set up near the exit. It was staffed by two very dour looking elderly men.

“Right, OK then.” Ryan said rather awkwardly.

Anna wasn’t sure what to do but her dilemma was solved when Ryan unexpectedly took hold of her hand. She hadn’t expected it and her first instinct was to yank her hand back but Ryan’s grip didn’t budge. She was pulled behind the young man until she started walking. Anna growled angrily. As soon as they were off the stage Anna pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and surreptitiously dropped it on to the floor.

“You don’t have to pull me so hard.” Anna hissed angrily. She reached up with her free hand to wipe away the tears that were still running down her cheeks.

Ryan didn’t respond. Was this going to be the rest of Anna’s life? Serving a man who didn’t talk to her, barely even looked at her even. It occurred to her that she knew nothing about this man, who knew what he might be capable of. She took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm down her panicking mind.

“Sign here.” One of the old men said when the newlyweds reached the table.

The form was laid out in front of the couple. Ryan took the pen and signed his name without delay, he held the pen out for Anna whose hand he had finally released. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter. It almost felt like there was a gun to her head as she put the pen to the paper. There were tears in her eyes as she signed herself into servitude.

“Very good.” The old man said as he took the contract back.

Anna stood silently as the details were checked and then the contract copied. The copy was handed back to Ryan whilst the original was filed away. Anna looked over her shoulder to the stage where she saw all the other ceremonies in progress. One couple was coming down to the table to sign their contract, Anna noticed the woman was smiling but it didn’t seem very natural.

“Time to go.” Ryan’s instructed.

With no choice but to follow Anna walked a step behind Ryan until they left the main hall and were back in the Foyer. Anna wasn’t sure exactly what was happening next. Almost as soon they had left the hall where all the ceremonies had happened Ryan dropped her hand and walked over to where his friends were huddled.

Anna was now alone in her wedding dress. She had been so anxious about the ceremony itself she didn’t really know what was supposed to happen now that it was over. She didn’t know if she should’ve gone over with Ryan or not, the thought of following him around like a little lost puppy made her nauseous. To hell with what everyone else wanted or expected, Anna thought as she folded her arms across her chest, she wasn’t about to become the timid housewife demanded by society.

“It’s all done then, eh?” Harold’s voice made Anna jump and she turned around to see him standing behind her with Michelle next to him. To Anna’s surprise Michelle was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

“It was beautiful!” Michelle said as she sniffed back the tears.

Anna frowned at her. There had been nothing beautiful about her ordeal. It had been a rushed administrative procedure, it felt more like a business transaction than anything else. Anna wondered if her adoptive mother was truly so brainwashed or in denial that the meagre service done to hand Anna over to Ryan seemed truly romantic. Not for the first time in her life Anna wanted to reach over to her mom and shake her, to scream at her to wake up.

“You’re a lucky girl.” Harold said, “Ryan will earn a lot of money in the future. I don’t know why he picked you but here we are…”

“He picked me?” Anna repeated with a frown.

“His father told him he needed to get married and he said your name.” Harold shrugged, “I wasn’t about to turn down the dowry.”

“Dowry?” Anna wondered why so many parts of her marriage were kept secret from her. Then she remembered no one was acting maliciously, they just didn’t think she needed to know the details of her own life.

“A percentage of future earnings will be coming to me.” Harold said with a big smile, “A most generous share I must say.”

“I’m so happy I could fund your retirement.” Anna spat out sarcastically.

“There’s no need to sulk, dear.” Michelle said as she reached out a trembling hand.

Anna had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from causing a scene. She had seen the guards earlier and knew they would have no compunction in dragging her off. She turned away from her parents to look back at Ryan who was laughing with his friends. He had apparently chosen her. Anna had no idea why he would pick her when they had barely spoken to each other before, there must’ve been girls that he knew better.

To be fair Anna was surprised anyone at all picked her to marry. She was known as a troublemaker even if she stayed the right side of the line to stop herself getting dragged off. Such a rebellious girl wasn’t usually considered as good wife material. She was the sort of girl others shook their head at and whispered to their friends about and Anna wouldn’t have it any other way.

“If it isn’t my new daughter-in-law!” A male voice boomed loud enough to make Anna jump, “And Harold, good to see you.”

“Michael, hope you’re well, how’s everything going?” Harold asked as he shook the new man’s hand.

Anna turned around to see a squat man with a large belly greeting her parents. His hair was very clean-cut though it was greying around the edges. He was well dressed, clearly he was trying to display his wealth as an act of dominance. Next to Michael was the person Anna assumed was her new mother-in-law. The woman looked half Michael’s age with clearly fake breasts that jutted out almost obscenely. It looked like her face had received a lot of attention as well, to the point it looked like changing facial expressions would be a real problem for her.

“Everything’s great!” Michael’s voice seemed to be permanently raised as if he thought every word he said should be heard by everyone in the room, “Even better for seeing Anna. Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?”

Anna didn’t respond.

“You’ll have to forgive Anna.” Harold quickly said when it became clear Anna wasn’t going to say anything, “It’s been a big day. You know what women are like, all emotional and everything.”

“Of course, of course!” Michael laughed loudly and slapped Harold on the back.

Anna felt very uncomfortable and wanted to leave but no one cared. There was a loud laugh form the group Ryan was with. She turned her head to see one of them doing a stupid little dance. Great, she thought, not only am I married to a stranger but he’s an immature ass as well. Anna kept looking at her new mother-in-law with disgust. The poor woman seemed more plastic than flesh at this point, had any of the surgeries been her choice? Anna doubted it.

After a few minutes of small talk Michael and Harold agreed to play golf together soon and then the in-laws walked away. As Michael went past Anna he reached down and gave her butt a quick pat. Anna felt her diaper get pressed against her skin.  Anna jumped and only just stopped herself from swinging a punch at him.

“Don’t touch me!” Anna growled at her father-in-law.

“Excuse me?” Michael looked affronted that Anna had dared speak up.

“Just… leave me alone.” Anna continued, “I’m not your piece of meat.”

“No.” Michael stepped up to Anna and looked her up and down. His leering gaze made Anna shiver, “You’re my son’s piece of meat, and if he listens to me he’ll soon get that attitude out of you.”

Anna swallowed hard at the threat. Michael stayed in her face for another few seconds before finally backing away. His hard features suddenly melted into a loose approximation of a smile. He linked arms with his Barbie-doll wife.

“Call my secretary, Harold. Arrange that golf game.” Michael turned away and swaggered off with his wife tottering along beside him.

Anna was still glaring at Michael when she felt her arm taken. She was practically dragged to the side of the room where they were away from prying ears. When Harold stopped Anna forcibly pulled her arm free and rubbed at where she had been grabbed, the skin there was turning an angry red.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Harold hissed, “Do you know who that man is? Do you know what he could do?”

“He grabbed my-” Anna started to protest. She willed the tears that were threatening to spring forth from her eyes away.

“I don’t care what he did.” Harold continued angrily, “If you want to get yourself thrown into an institution be my guest but you will not risk the money I’m getting from this.”

“You are a bastard.” Anna muttered before she could stop herself.

What happened next was so quick Anna was unable to even try and resist. She was pulled closer to Harold who bent her over at the waist. Her arms flew out in front of her but she couldn’t stop what was happening. Anna could feel the back of her dress getting flipped up revealing her wet diaper to the room and everyone in it.

“You will respect men.” Harold growled threateningly.

The first spank caused Anna to exclaim loudly. The sound echoed around the high-ceilinged hall and ended the conversations going on around her. She became the centre of attention as tears sprung to eyes. She tried to push herself away from her father but his grip on her was secure.

Anna was spanked five more times in rapid succession. She was openly sobbing more from the humiliation than the pain but it didn’t seem to matter. The only sounds in the room were her whining exclamations and the echoing hit of each smack. She bounced on her legs back and forth until finally the punishment ended.

“The sooner you understand your place the less of this you’ll have to face.” Harold said quietly as he let go of Anna and then leaned into her ear, “I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve tried to understand this doesn’t come as naturally to you as it does for other women but you aren’t under my control anymore. You have to start playing your role for Ryan.”

Anna nodded her head tearfully as she wiped her eyes. She would’ve agreed with whatever Harold said to make sure she wasn’t humiliated again. Harold walked away and back over to Michelle who had stood by during all of this with a pained smile on her face. Anna stood back up straight and felt the back of her dress slowly fall back down to cover herself. She looked up at the room and whilst some people had gone back to their conversations others will still watching. Ryan was in the corner still and whilst his friends continued to laugh and joke his eyes didn’t leave Anna until she looked away.

[kerry]

I find myself hoping that Ryan is not like all of the other men here. Probably a lame hope, but whatever.

[The Cle-venger]

16 hours ago, kerry said:

I find myself hoping that Ryan is not like all of the other men here. Probably a lame hope, but whatever.

same

[Elfy]

Anna is now a married woman and for better or worse she can't change that. Ryan will now be staying with her and the family until he goes away to college. That still presents Anna with a very awkward and scary immediate future.

In this bumper update Annastarts finding out what it means to be a wife in Sallas, she is given some advice from her mother and then has to face her first night with her new husband...

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Anna hadn’t known what to expect after the eventful day but it seemed not much would change right away. When the socialising had finished Anna climbed into her father’s car with her parents. She wondered if life would pass for some semblance of normal until Ryan came to the car. Anna watched him get in but then determinedly looked out the window. Anna pushed herself into the door and as far from Ryan as she could manage on the backseat.

Most of the conversation in the car was between Harold and Ryan. It mostly concerned business, it was surreal for Anna who had just gone through two important life events and now it was like they hadn’t even happened. It was also strange that this was the most she had heard Ryan speak. His voice was deeper and more authoritative than she had expected.

In terms of what Anna learned from the conversations in the car the answer was not much. Ryan’s father ran some sort of finance company that made a lot of money and Ryan was going to inherit the whole thing. Ryan was going to be fast-tracked up the company ranks when he finished college and Anna’s parents seemed to think that was very exciting. Harold in particular seemed very keen to discuss specifics. Anna couldn’t have cared less, the only silver lining was that if he was very busy she wouldn’t have to see as much of him.

The real bombshell was only dropped at the end of the drive shortly before the car pulled up outside Anna’s home. It was then that Anna learned what the immediate future held.

“So, Ryan, you’ll be staying with us for two weeks before leaving for college.” Harold clarified, “I want you to feel at home so if you need anything just ask.”

“I’m sorry it’s not what you’re used to.” Michelle leaned around her seat looking like she was practically begging for forgiveness that she lived in a perfectly adequate house.

“You’re place looks lovely.” Ryan said.

Anna hadn’t expected Ryan to stick around. It was common for college-bound men to get married at the graduation and then leave the woman at home whilst they went off to higher education. As silly as it may have sounded Anna had been consoling herself with the fact that even though she was married she would have three years where she wouldn’t have to be with this stranger she was now wedded to. Having him around for the next two weeks sounded excruciatingly awkward, and worse, she had no idea how to act or how he would act for that matter.

“Anna, bring the bags in.” Harold ordered as they exited the vehicle.

“Shall I-” Ryan reached out a hand towards Anna but was stopped when Harold put his arm around the younger man and steered him towards the house.

“I’ll give you the tour.” Harold said loudly.

Anna watched the two men go with a frown. She was only brought back to her task when she heard her mother pop the trunk. Together the two women carried in their bags plus Ryan’s suitcases. As they went in through the front door Anna, who had Ryan’s suitcases in her hands, stopped unsure of where to take her cargo.

“Up to your room, dear.” Michelle said with the smile that had basically been painted on her face.

“M-My room…” Anna repeated.

“Of course. He’s your husband.” Michelle replied before turning away.

It might’ve just been coincidence but as Anna heard she was going to be sharing her bedroom with Ryan her bladder released a fresh soaking of pee into her already very wet diaper. She would certainly need a change sooner rather than later. Anna started up the stairs with her husband’s bags. She took them into her room and dropped them in the middle of the floor. When she looked at her crib she couldn’t help but feel a jolt of nervousness, there wasn’t exactly a lot of room in there for her let alone two people.

Anna heard heavy footsteps behind her and froze up. It definitely sounded like a male but she didn’t know who. She was faced away from the doorway and couldn’t look around. She jumped as a hand pressed against her diaper suddenly.

“You need a change.” It was Harold and for once in Anna’s life she was happy to hear him, “Get on the table.”

Anna pulled off the wedding dress she had still been wearing and dropped it on the floor without ceremony. She hopped up on to the top of the table and laid back for her father to change her. It was only a couple of minutes until she was safely taped into a fresh disposable.

“I’m not going to miss this.” Harold said as he dropped the soaked diaper into a plastic bag.

“It’s not like I asked you to do it in the first place…” Anna muttered. Of course she didn’t ask for Harold to change her diaper but as the man it was expected as part of him taking care of her.

“What was that?” Harold turned around with narrowed eyes.

“Nothing.” Anna sighed.

“I thought so.” Harold’s voice dripped with warning, “Your mother is making lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” Anna replied. In truth she felt nauseous, like all the drama over the last few hours had caught up with her.

“Fine.” Harold replied with a growl before leaving.

Anna was surprised. She had expected Harold to drag her downstairs if necessary but he had just given up and walked away. Anna wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth though. She sat back on the edge of her barred crib and sighed sadly. It soon became clear why Harold hadn’t been too bothered about whether Anna went down or not, the sounds of laughter and enjoyment drifted up the stairs.

Anna didn’t mind being left out. She opened the drawer that held her old family photo album and reached inside, it wasn’t the album she was taking though. It was something even more forbidden than Anna’s memories of a time and place where women were equal. It was a book. Jane Eyre was considered a classic back where Anna had originally come from but it was banned literature in Sallas. Anna wasn’t even sure how she came into possession of it. Apart from the photo album and herself it was all that survived the car crash. She could only assume it was her mother’s.

When Anna was feeling at her lowest she took heart in the book. She tried to convince herself that she could overcome all the barriers in front of her just as young Jane had done. She ran her fingers over the frayed cover wistfully.

Footsteps on the stairs startled Anna who quickly hid the book underneath her photos. If she was caught with that she would be in serious trouble, literature with a strong female role model was distinctly frowned upon. Anna tried to act as naturally as possible as she closed the door on the cabinet and looked up just in time to see Michelle. She stood in the doorway nervously smiling in at Anna.

“Can I help you?” Anna asked. She tried not to let her impatience come across.

“I… I… I wanted to give you some advice.” Michelle said as she stepped inside. She looked down the hallway for a couple of seconds before closing the door behind her. It was unusual for her to speak unprompted like this.

“I’ve had about all the advice I can take.” Anna said quietly, “I know I have to be a good little wife.”

“It’s actually about that…” Michelle said. She nervously played with her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Anna.

Anna sighed and glanced down at the cabinet to make sure everything that should’ve been hidden was covered up. More than anything she wanted to be alone but she didn’t have the heart to kick her mother out of the room. It was clear she had something to impart, perhaps in this society this was a big moment for a mother.

“I need you to make sure you properly dispense your marital duties.” Michelle said without looking at Anna. Her cheeks were reddening.

“M-Marital duties?” Anna felt her face drain of colour. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what Michelle meant but facing up to that was almost too scary to contemplate. It wasn’t something she had allowed herself to think about too much.

“I know you are a bit more… independently minded than others.” It was as if such words were dirty as they came out of Michelle’s mouth. It was like the words themselves were offensive, “You are Ryan’s now and, well, I can’t protect you anymore.”

“Protect me?” Anna repeated. She wasn’t able to hide the anger in her voice, “When have you ever protected me!?”

“Your twelfth birthday.” Michelle started immediately, “You wanted a games console and your father bought you a play kitchen set. You threw such a tantrum. You smashed up that kitchen, I still sometimes find little bits of plastic around as I clean… Did you know your father was on hold with the re-education department before I managed to calm him down?”

Anna swallowed. She had remembered that event and her father’s furious reaction to it but hadn’t known how close she had been to being sent away. She looked down at her feet.

“Last year.” Michelle continued, “Do you remember when you bought your father the wrong brandy? I had to work overtime on that one…”

“Just because I got the wrong brandy?” Anna asked with a frown.

“Honey, I’ve tried to shelter you but you aren’t under our control anymore.” Michelle put her arm around Anna, “You MUST settle down and be a wife. If he wants you to cook something, you have to do it. If he wants you to buy something, do it. If he wants something special in the bedroom…”

“Mom!” Anna waved her hands in front of her and shook her head, “I don’t need to hear this.”

“I think you do.” Michelle replied, “You will be Ryan’s responsibility and he can send you away for any small reason. I just want you to be good and happy.”

Anna nodded her head and looked down at the floor. In her opinion there was no such thing as “good and happy” there was only “good” or “happy.” If she did as she was told she was sure she wouldn’t be happy and if she did what made her happy she was sure she wouldn’t be considered good.

“Make sure you come down for dinner.” Michelle finally said when Anna remained silent.

Anna let her adoptive mother hug her and then leave. Anna understood exactly what Michelle was telling her. Anna knew that she had to behave though she had never known how much Michelle had saved her growing up. She shivered as she thought about being sent away for re-education as a teenager or younger. There was another warning there as well though. Anna knew what happened on the wedding night and she had to assume Ryan would want to consummate. He had asked for her after all, he must’ve thought she was attractive. She swallowed nervously.

The next few hours for Anna were both boring and full of tension. She stayed in her room and barely moved from her crib. She felt like she had hearing like some kind of prey animal, she was hyper-focused on hearing footsteps or anything that might signify someone approaching.

“Anna!” Harold’s voice boomed several hours later, “Dinner.”

Anna stood up and swallowed her nervousness. Her diaper hung low on her body, she had wet herself several times and would certainly need a change before bed though even that filled her with fear. It was now Ryan’s job to change her. It was both humiliating and scary, she would be left incredibly vulnerable in front of him. She would be helpless against whatever desires her new husband might have.

By the time Anna reached the dining room table everyone else was already sat down. Michelle and Harold were sat opposite each other at the square table. The free seat was nearest the doorway whilst Ryan was opposite. He was smiling and listening as Harold droned on about some experience he had on the golf course. Anna sat down and immediately looked down at her food.

“Don’t forget your bib.” Harold grunted.

Anna closed her eyes as the familiar shame washed over her. She stood back up and walked over to the drawer that was full of bibs. She felt like a toddler as she snatched one up and returned to her seat. She couldn’t look at Ryan as she put it over her head and let it drop down round her neck.

It was awkward. Anna felt scarcely able to look up from her food and could feel Ryan watching her. Michelle was a good cook but the food tasted bland to Anna. She just focused on trying to make herself a chameleon and blend into the background. She bitterly thought this was exactly what her mom had advised her to do.

“I certainly hope you’re as good a cook as your mother.” Ryan said as Harold chuckled.

Anna felt herself freeze. Ryan was talking to her and she had no idea what to say or do. Her fork hung halfway to her mouth and her hand trembled a little. The seconds seemed to stretch on and everyone looked at her waiting for a response. This was her husband talking to her, it was practically the first thing he had said to her. Underneath the table Anna felt a gentle kick coming from her mother’s direction.

“I’ve learnt a thing or two.” Anna finally mumbled.

“She’s just being humble!” Harold quickly spoke up, “Michelle has been teaching her all her techniques for cleaning and cooking. Isn’t that right, Anna?”

Anna quietly but quickly nodded her head. She despised her father for acting like a salesperson, she wanted to speak up and tell him that he had already got rid of her and didn’t need to talk about her as if she was a used car he was trying to get rid of. Maybe before the warning from her mother she would’ve opened her mouth.

Anna was relieved when the conversation moved back to matters she had no interest in or knowledge of. Harold and Ryan conversed whilst the two women sat in silence. When Anna finally finished eating she put her knife and fork down. She was the last to finish.

“Ryan, why don’t you come through and see some of our old home movies.” Harold said as she leaned back in his chair, “Anna will do the dishes.”

It wasn’t a suggestion or a question. It was an order and Anna knew it. Her fists clenched as she stood up. This felt impossible, every little thing seemed to push her to the edge of snapping, how was she supposed to go through life like this? Maybe submission was a learned trait.

Anna remained seated at the table as the other three went through to the living room. She should’ve been thankful because it meant she had some time alone but she couldn’t help but feel slighted. She sighed and collected the cutlery for washing. She scrubbed the plates and tried to take out her frustrations, by the time she was finished her hands were wrinkled from the water.

Once she was finished Anna snuck back upstairs. She had no interest in being called in to join the others. She went back up to her bedroom to continue her anxious waiting for that evening. By now her diaper was soaked but she wasn’t about to go and ask for a change. She distracted herself from her increasingly uncomfortable diaper by thinking about what was coming that night.

Anna was a virgin. In fact she hadn’t so much as held hands with a boy. She knew males were dangerous and had spent her whole life avoiding them. The idea that she was to be de-flowered in the next few hours scared her. She had no idea what it was like to have sex but she knew it was coming. She could feel the butterflies taking flight but she remembered her mom’s words, she had to be a good little wife no matter how much she hated it.

As the sky outside grew darker Anna knew it was only a matter of time. She had expected Ryan to come up sooner rather than later, he hadn’t even seen the room he was to be staying in until he went to college.

When Anna heard footsteps on the stairs her pulse quickened. She shifted slightly on the edge of the mattress and watched the door intently. The footsteps went right up to the bedroom door and then stopped. Anna held her breath and felt like her heart might explode from the tension. The handle turned slowly before the door opened. The door creaked as it slowly swung open. Ryan was stood on the other side and he stepped into the room.

Anna stared at him. She hoped he felt like an intruder because that’s how she thought of him. He closed the door behind him and then looked around. He seemed to be avoiding Anna’s glare as he walked over to the other side of the room, he picked up some trinkets Anna had collected over the years and turned them over to look at them. The silence in the room was oppressive.

“This is nice.” Ryan said as he looked at a small ceramic statue of a kitten playing with a ball, “Where did you get it?”

Anna didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t expected casual conversation and wasn’t sure what she should say. She was torn between the sarcastic hostility that was bubbling right under the surface and being nice. Her mother’s words rang in her ears. She didn’t know what Ryan was like, she didn’t know what he would do if she started mouthing off. She settled for silence.

Ryan turned to look at Anna when she didn’t respond. Anna saw that he wasn’t looking as confident as he had downstairs or when they were on the stage getting married. He opened his mouth like he was just about to say something when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Anna and Ryan called out together.

The door opened and Harold came in. He was dragging a large foldout bed with him. He leaned it against the wall and then brought in a mattress as well. Finally he brought in the sheets and pillows.

“You won’t want to sleep in the crib.” Harold said as he let go of the mattress, “You can get her to set this up for you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Abbott.” Ryan said

“Harold.” Anna’s father replied, “Call me Harold, I insist.”

“Of course.” Ryan replied. Anna noticed his face was going a little red as if that little faux pas embarrassed him as much as everything else embarrassed Anna. Harold turned to face his daughter and the warm smile he had for Ryan disappeared.

“Be good.” Harold growled.

Anna glared back until Harold turned and left the room closing the door behind him. Again the bedroom fell into silence. Ryan looked down at the folding bed and then over to Anna who was just waiting for the order.

Anna could feel herself trembling slightly. At any moment Ryan was going to start demanding that she service him and she had no right to refuse, she would have to do it. She hadn’t ever seen a man naked let alone pleasured one. She wasn’t sure she would even know what to do. Sweat was appearing on her forehead as she desperately tried to remain calm.

“Well, I guess… Maybe you should…” Ryan stuttered and then cleared his throat. He straightened his back and put some more authority in his voice, “Set up the bed for me.”

Anna swallowed her immediate reaction which was to tell Ryan to go to hell. She stood up and walked across to the bed. She could feel Ryan’s eyes on her as she started opening the metal frame. She bent down low to fiddle with the clips. Even with her back to her husband she could feel his eyes on her.

“You need a diaper change.” Ryan said from behind her.

Anna froze and felt herself becoming embarrassed. She pulled her dress down to cover her soaked diaper and continued setting up the bed without saying a word. She was trying not to let panic consume her. She had been ordered to do something for her new husband as if she was some kind of maid or servant. The thought that the rest of her life might be like this was enough to cause anxiety to crush down upon her.

Once the bed was set up and Anna had put all the sheets on she straightened up to return to the edge of her crib. Ryan put an arm out to stop her. She bit her lip nervously as he stood in front of her like a roadblock. Anna couldn’t look up at him, she was just too embarrassed and humiliated not to mention trying desperately hard to keep herself together.

“You should get up on the changing table.” Ryan said.

“I could ju-” Anna started.

“Now.” Ryan interrupted.

Anna had tears in her eyes but she couldn’t disobey Ryan. He was her superior, he basically owned her. With a meek nod of the head Anna turned to the changing table and climbed up on it, she didn’t want to be punished on this first night, it might be too much for her to take. She undressed herself and dropped the clothes on the floor.

Anna was trembling as she laid back. Ryan stood between her legs at the foot of the table and looked his wife up and down. Anna felt like a piece of meat being inspected at the butchers. Her diaper was soaked, she knew that, what she didn’t know was how Ryan would handle it. She was used to her father and teachers changing her, this was new and scary.

Ryan reached forwards and placed his hands on Anna’s diaper. His touch was softer than she had imagined, it was like he was going out of his way to not hurt her. It was possible he was just really inexperienced though males his age often got some tutoring on this.

The diaper slackened as the tapes were pulled off the front. There was a short delay and then the front of the diaper was lowered down and laid on the changing table between Anna’s legs. She had her head turned to the side so she could avoid Ryan’s eyes but she couldn’t help glancing over. It seemed like it was possible his face was just as red as hers.

“I… I erm…” Ryan was staring down at Anna’s crotch. For a few seconds he seemed frozen.

“Wipes?” Anna suggested.

“I know!” Ryan exclaimed, “I was just looking at…”

As Ryan pulled some wipes out of the tub on the shelf Anna felt her foot twitching. This all felt so wrong, she knew what would be expected of her next. Michelle had warned her what was going to happen. Her heart thumped at the prospect. She jumped suddenly as the cold wipes were placed against her nether regions. Ryan pulled his hand away quickly as if he thought he had hurt her.

“Just… cold.” Anna muttered shamefully.

Ryan placed the wipes against Anna again. Anna tried not to react as this stranger cleaned her most private areas. She had the instinctual urge to just lash out and punch Ryan but she kept those instincts at bay until he was done and dropped the wipes into the open diaper.

“Well, I mean, it’s our wedding night…” Ryan reached up with one hand and put it on the back of his neck.

Anna closed her eyes as her stomach sank past her knees. Ryan had stepped back from the changing table allowing Anna to sit up and drop off the edge. Her heart was racing as she was filled with nervousness, curiosity and maybe the tiniest hint of excitement. She was a virgin and like all young people a certain amount of her time was devoted to thinking about sex even if it was never this exact scenario.

Anna was naked in front of this man. Her classmate and acquaintance who was now her husband. She couldn’t help but reach up with one arm to cover her breasts whilst the other went down to her crotch. Ryan pulled his shirt off and Anna saw that he had a fairly toned body, he was no bodybuilder but it was clear he was fit.

Ryan awkwardly stepped forwards until he was stood right in front of Anna. He reached out his hands and placed them on Anna’s arms. He hesitantly pulled her forward into a hug, Anna remained as stiff as a board as she felt her husband’s arms wrap around her. She inhaled his masculine scent and turned her head to the side. She could hear his heart thumping quickly.

“Have you ever done this before?” Ryan asked. The authority that had been in his voice earlier had evaporated.

“No.” Anna quietly replied.

“OK, well, I guess it’s a first time for both of us.” Ryan said as he released the hug and took a step back.

Anna wasn’t sure what to do. It seemed like Ryan was waiting for her to take the initiative which felt like adding insult to injury when she really didn’t want to be doing any of this. She heard Michelle’s words echoing around her head and she sniffed back the tears that threatened to come. She stepped forwards and knelt down in front of Ryan. She reached up with a trembling hand to lower the zip on Ryan’s pants.

Just as Anna was about to pull Ryan’s pants down he stepped back. Anna looked up in confusion. Ryan turned around to face away from Anna as he pulled the zip back up. Anna felt worried. Had she done something wrong? Was she about to be punished? She heard that men liked what she had been about to do, had she been wrong?

“Actually, I think we should just head to bed.” Ryan said. His voice seemed shaky and he was refusing to turn around to look at Anna.

“Are you…” Anna started. She secretly felt very relieved but it seemed like it would be wrong to make it obvious.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” Ryan yawned in an exaggerated way, “I think we should… Yeah, let’s head to bed.”

When Ryan finally turned around Anna could see that he was very red in the face. She was curious at the sudden turnaround but didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. She stood back up and covered herself with her hands as much as she could. She backed up to the changing table but Ryan was busying himself with the sheets on his bed and doing everything he could to avoid looking at Anna.

Quite suddenly Ryan climbed underneath the covers and laid down. Anna frowned. She really didn’t understand Ryan at all, he was acting so strangely. There was a problem with Ryan’s sudden decision to head straight to bed though.

“Um, I kind of need a new diaper…” Anna said after a minute of standing at the changing table unsure of what to do.

“Right…” Ryan climbed out of bed again.

Anna lifted herself on to the table and laid back. If there had been a little awkwardness before it was now impossible to miss. Anna was powdered and diapered in silence and then as soon as the tapes had been placed Ryan went back to his bed, laid down and faced the wall. Anna watched him with a curious frown.

When it became obvious he wasn’t getting back up Anna slipped off the changing table with a plethora of crinkles. She went over to her crib and climbed in. After a moment’s hesitation she grabbed the railings and lifted them up herself. She didn’t normally have the side up and she certainly didn’t like it but it felt like a protective barrier. She looked out through the bars at Ryan until she eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

[Elfy]

After a strange first night that doesn't go at all how Anna expected she wakes up in time for breakfast. Things continue to be strange as she tries to start getting used to the idea that her only future is with Ryan... who doesn't seem the most adept at doing things husbands in Sallas need to do.

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When Anna awoke the next morning for just a few seconds everything felt like normal. It was only as she rolled over and saw the folding bed set up that she realised it was anything but. The bed was empty, the cover had been tossed back and Ryan had left the room. Anna realised the bars on her crib had been lowered. They had been locked into place when she went to bed. Still, she was grateful they were down since otherwise she would have to wait to be released.

Anna climbed out of her crib and looked around. With no one to tell her what to put on she went to the wardrobe herself. She considered a shirt and pants, the combination she knew her father hated, but knew that wasn’t what she would be expected to wear. She looked to the side where there were a bunch of dresses she nearly never wore. Picking one at random, Anna unhooked a hanger and pulled the dress off.

Anna pulled the pale pink dress over her head and down her body. She looked into the mirror and saw the soft fabric flow down past her knees. The diaper underneath was silhouetted but was otherwise well hidden.

Anna left her bedroom and went downstairs. The smell of breakfast filled the air and halfway down the stairs Anna heard Ryan’s voice followed by laughter. She walked through to the kitchen and saw Ryan sitting with her parents eating breakfast.

“Ah, Anna, I didn’t want to wake you.” Ryan said as Anna appeared in the doorway.

“I imagine you were keeping her up late.” Harold’s booming laugh made Anna cringe. He really was disgusting.

“Actua-” Anna started before she could stop herself.

“Of course!” Ryan winked at Harold.

Harold’s laughter re-doubled and he reached over to the pat the young man on the back. He couldn’t have looked more like the proud father Anna had never seen. Michelle was sitting opposite her husband and was wearing the same fake smile she seemed to have permanently painted on her face. She looked over to Anna and the sympathy was obvious.

“Good man.” Harold finally said to Ryan, “It’s important to keep them in their place whether it’s in the kitchen or in the bedroom.”

Anna’s fists clenched so hard she was sure her nails were cutting into her skin. The rampant misogyny had always been awful but now it seemed like nothing was off-limits. She didn’t understand why Ryan was lying though, he knew perfectly well what had happened the previous evening.

Anna sat down in her seat but didn’t feel hungry. She stared across the table at Ryan and saw a totally different person from her bedroom the previous night. Instead of the nervous and unsure young man he was acting as if he was some kind of big shot. There was a self-confidence in his behaviour that belied his actions the previous evening.

“So you’re going to take over from your old man?” Harold asked Ryan.

“That’s the plan.” Ryan nodded his head, “I’ve got some great plans. It’s always been my dream to run the business but father insists I get my education and some experience in other roles first.”

“Smart man.” Harold said.

Anna rolled her eyes. Harold revelled in making himself seem more important than he was. She supposed having a future CEO as a son-in-law was his dream come true. Harold was a lifelong middle-manager with delusions of grandeur.

Anna stopped listening to the boring business conversation and instead studied Ryan. It was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was stretching out on the chair, smirking with confidence and making constant eye contact with Harold. Anna didn’t really get it but it wasn’t like she could ask. She wanted to have as little contact with Ryan as possible. She was already counting down the days until he left for college.

“May I be excused?” Anna asked during a natural lull in the conversation. Out of habit she looked at her father.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t own you!” Harold guffawed.

“That’s right. I do!” Ryan added before the pair broke out into renewed laughter. Eventually he calmed down enough to continue, “Sure, you’re excused.”

Anna stood up and walked away from the table. She felt like a rocket just before take-off. There was an explosion going off inside her and it was going to come out sooner or later and launch her into trouble. With few other options Anna went back upstairs and into her bedroom. She clenched and unclenched her fists as she tried to contain the rage. Hearing more laughter from downstairs was just the spark her temper needed.

Grabbing one of her pillows Anna dragged it to the side of the crib. Picturing Ryan’s face on the surface she started punching into it as tears welled up in her eyes. She kept hitting the soft surface until she eventually collapsed into tears. She was unsure what was making her cry more, the humiliation she had suffered or the knowledge she had more of this to go through every single day from there onwards.

Anna sank to her knees and turned around to lean against the metal crib bars. As her emotions spiked from profound sadness to anger she felt like getting back at Ryan in one of the only ways she had possible. A rumble in her tummy let her know it was that time of the day for her and she didn’t even hesitate to push down in her squatting position.

There was a perverse sense of joy for Anna as she felt the contents of her digestive system shift. She sniffed back her tears as a smile spread across her face. The back of her diaper seemed to suddenly explode outwards as she filled it with her waste. The sticky poop sliding down between her legs made her shiver, it was both familiar and unwelcome.

As soon as Anna had finished she wiped her eyes and couldn’t help but giggle. Mischievously wanting to make the following change as horrible as possible for Ryan she put her hands flat against she floor and then moved her legs out of the way allowing herself to drop to the floor hard and fast. The poop in her diaper practically detonated and covered what felt like every inch of her padding.

The only problem Anna then had was having to wait for Ryan to actually come up and notice. The smell was quickly growing throughout the room and Anna had to waddle over to open a window. She leaned against the windowsill and looked out over the familiar landscape outside. She could see the street that passed by, it was fairly quiet but there were still several people walking past.

Anna saw a woman that made her sigh in sympathy. One was attached to a pair of toddler reigns and being made to waddle in a diaper that was far too thick. On her head was a bonnet and in her mouth an almost comically oversized pacifier, she looked like she was dressed up in a baby costume from a Halloween store but Anna knew there was nothing fun about it. On the other end of the reigns was a young man talking on his cell phone. It gave Anna the uncomfortable feeling like the woman was a dog being taken out for a walk. She imagined herself in the other woman’s shoes and shuddered.

A new problem for Anna started to arise. She pulled herself away from the window and looked over to the bedroom door. There was no sign of Ryan coming up to see her and that left her hanging around in an extremely uncomfortable diaper. The last thing she wanted to do was go downstairs and ask for a diaper change like some toddler struggling to get to the potty on time.

Hours passed and still Ryan hadn’t come up to see his wife. Anna was getting increasingly uncomfortable, she didn’t want to sit down and she didn’t want to do any more to spread the mess in her disposable. As she started getting itchy she realised she would have no choice but to ask for a change soon if she didn’t want a rash. It was like being trapped between a rock and a hard place. She didn’t want to have to ask for a diaper change but she also didn’t want to look so useless that she just sat there and developed a diaper rash.

Eventually Anna could no longer resist. She left the bedroom and went downstairs. She found her husband and father sitting in the living room watching some sort of financial news on the television. She stood in the doorway and looked down at the back of Ryan’s head.

“Hello.” Anna said warily.

Ryan looked around whilst Harold just ignored her. Ryan looked Anna up and down but his expression was unreadable. At least it didn’t appear that she smelled so bad that they knew what she had done. Anna waited for Ryan to say something but he didn’t.

“I need a… change.” Anna’s hesitancy was attached to her embarrassment and she looked down at her feet.

“Ha! Good luck, Ryan.” Harold grunted as he clapped one of his giant hands on Ryan’s shoulder, “Glad those aren’t my responsibility anymore. Changing one girl’s diaper is more than enough for me.”

“I’ll be up in a minute.” Ryan said before turning back around.

Anna noticed that as soon as she had made her request Ryan’s face had betrayed the emotion underneath. Just for a second the stony façade had given way to show a look of fear. It was just long enough for Anna to notice but it had disappeared so quickly she wondered if she hadn’t imagined it. She wanted to press the issue and say how desperate for a change she was but she was wary of upsetting Ryan. Anna turned on her heels and went back upstairs.

It was a long fifteen minutes before Ryan came up to the bedroom. He shuffled in and stood near the door. Anna waited for his instructions but when it seemed none were coming she tentatively took matters into her own hands and climbed up on to the table. She felt a perverse delight as she felt the stinky mess in her diaper squelch around and cover all the skin in her diaper.

“It stinks in here.” Ryan said, “How long have you been like that?”

Anna shrugged. As she laid back on the changing table she could feel the poop moving up towards her back like an avalanche, it fortunately stopped just before breaching the waistband. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ryan lean out of the window. He stayed at the window so long Anna wondered if he had somehow forgotten about her.

“Um, Ryan?” Anna eventually said.

“Yes, yes…” Ryan turned around and walked over to Anna. His face was white.

The diaper change was clumsy but successfully completed. Anna could tell Ryan wasn’t used to messy diapers and the look of revulsion didn’t leave his face even as he left the room carrying the balled up stinky parcel. Anna felt much better in a fresh diaper but stayed on the changing table for some time afterwards. She stared up at the ceiling and contemplated spending the rest of her life like this.

One thing Anna could hope for, now that she was married, was that Ryan might want to potty train her. He certainly didn’t seem to enjoy changing her. At the same time Anna didn’t want to get her hopes up. Whilst it was Ryan’s choice if she was taken out of diapers she knew she couldn’t count on it. She especially couldn’t expect potty training when Ryan seemed so obsessed with his business career. Anna had seen Harold hosting enough executives to know that these businessmen saw their wives as trophies and it seemed the more dependent these women were kept the more masculine the man was seen

[Brisemenu]

It sound to me that Ryan is a good man who want Anna's well beaing but have no idea how to take good care of her. And living in a culture where women are not considered mature enough to know what's good or bad for them, he can't ask her. 

[Elfy]

Anna's uneasy new routine is interrupted by a very unfortunate incident in the living room. Ryan decides to take an unusual step with regards to college and Anna can't imagine it'll be good news for her.

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The next week carried on this strangely surreal way. Anna couldn’t work Ryan out. In front of Anna’s parents he was every bit the insufferable male she had thought he would be but alone he was much more awkward. He ordered Anna around but he never had that same self-assurance as he had when Harold and Michelle were there.

Perhaps the strangest thing for Anna was that they still hadn’t consummated their marriage. She didn’t want to of course but the fact that it hadn’t happened confused her. There was a different excuse every night but it always ended with Ryan climbing into his bed and facing away from Anna. Anna was left wishing they could just get it over with because the tension each night as she waited for Ryan was unbearable.

Things changed on the eighth day when the whole family was sitting on the couches in the living room. Anna was squeezed up against the arm of the seat whilst Ryan sat next to her, she was trying to keep as much distance between them as possible. On the other couch Anna’s parents were cuddled up together. Anna felt ridiculous, Ryan had ordered her into one of her onesies earlier that day. It was pink and frilly with a red heart on the chest. It was awful. Anna had been in her diaper for some time when she relaxed herself and wet it. It was already soaked but Anna was loathe to bring that up. She was sucking on the pacifier Ryan had given her, she’d had it in her mouth for hours but didn’t dare take it out without permission.

The diaper warmed around Anna’s waist in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant but then disaster struck. She felt the heat creeping along her buttock but instead of stopping it just kept going. Anna’s eyes went wide as she felt the trickle of urine running down her thigh and on to the couch. She was frozen as the pee escaped her diaper and soaked into the cushion underneath her. She knew she should jump up and get help but she couldn’t move, her muscles refused the instructions from her brain even as the wet patch grew larger and larger.

Anna became as stiff as a statue. She couldn’t focus on anything except the patch of rapidly cooling pee she was leaving underneath her. She looked at Ryan and wondered if he would help her out of this situation, she felt like she already knew the answer. She looked at her father and knew he wouldn’t help matters.

“Anna, three coffees please.” Harold grunted without looking away from the television screen.

The fear in Anna’s eyes must’ve been obvious because Michelle’s fake smile disappeared.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear, I’ll-” Michelle had started to stand but was stopped when Harold’s hand grabbed her wrist.

“Anna’s going to go.” Harold said gruffly, “She’s got to learn.”

Anna still didn’t move. Now she felt like she was in an impossible situation, she couldn’t get up and show what she had done but she couldn’t ignore her father either. One by one everyone turned to look at her. The game was up, her diaper had leaked and now she was going to have to face the consequences.

When Anna stood up she immediately knew her leak was clear to the eye. Ryan stared at the stained cushion and when Anna moved away from the couch she saw her father’s eyes go wide and his face almost immediately started going red from anger. Anna tried to act like nothing was wrong and head towards the kitchen but she had barely got three steps when Harold’s booming voice started shouting.

“Anna!” Harold sounded full of rage, “What the hell is this!?”

Anna turned around slowly with her face going red from embarrassment. She followed Harold’s finger and looked at the wet patch, she tried to look surprised but she was a terrible actress.

“I… I must’ve leaked… I had no idea!” Anna explained haltingly around her pacifier. She was already on the verge of sobbing, she hated her emotions for so easily folding.

Anna’s wrist was grabbed by Harold and although she tried to pull herself free she was soon over his lap with her wet butt in the air. She struggled and struggled but with Harold leaning on her back she wasn’t going anywhere. She felt the poppers on her onesie coming undone and the elastic material sprung up revealing the soaked diaper underneath. Anna whined and kicked out her feet.

“Ryan, let me show how to deal with this little girl when she’s acting up.” Harold said.

“Dad, please!” Anna felt anger and the pacifier finally dropped out of her mouth, it dangled a few inches above the floor on the end of the ribbon used to tie it to her clothes. Anger at herself for getting into this position and being so emotional about it. She clenched her fists knowing what was coming.

Anna felt Harold’s hands on the rear of her diaper. He tugged on her waistband and quite suddenly the diaper was pulled down revealing her bare ass to the room. She gasped as she felt Harold’s hand against the skin of her butt. Thanks to how she was laying her head was almost touching her mother’s leg. She felt Michelle’s hand on the top of her head.

“You have to make sure she feels it.” Harold said. Anna couldn’t see his face but it was clear he was directing his advice to Ryan.

Anna felt so humiliated. It was like she was a training dummy. She could do nothing but lay across her father’s lap and let him punish her in front of her husband. When the first spank hit her she hadn’t been at all ready and she yelped as the stinging smack radiated out from the middle of her left cheek and through the rest of her ass. Her legs kicked out as she sobbed. Spankings were never good but they were so much worse when there was no diaper to cushion the blow.

The spanks rained down on her backside and soon it felt like she was bruising up. She tried to remain stoic but her composure cracked with every hit. She cried out that she was sorry but nothing stopped Harold’s hand. She could only imagine how red her butt was. She quickly lost count of the hard spanks but it felt like more than she had ever received in one go before. When they stopped it took her a few seconds to even realise she could get up. She scrambled off her father’s lap and fell to the floor whilst still crying.

“Go upstairs.” Harold ordered coldly, “Ryan will see to you shortly.”

Anna rolled on to her front and thought she heard a gasp as her ass stuck out for all to see. With her diaper halfway down her legs and her onesie flapping open Anna awkwardly stumbled to her feet. She wanted to get out of the living room as soon as possible and she awkwardly waddled towards the door. She risked a glance at her husband and saw Ryan staring at her, it seemed that his face had drained of blood. He looked almost ghostly white.

Anna quickly left the room as she continued to cry in humiliation, pain and anger. She wanted to go back and punch Harold, see how much he liked being hit but she knew that wasn’t an option for her. She went up to her bedroom and ripped off the diaper that was hanging on by a thread. She could see it was soaked and the bottom of her onesie was damp as well.

Soon Anna had stripped off the onesie as well which left her completely naked. Feeling her blood boiling she grabbed the pillow from her crib and punched into it repeatedly. She had to do something to relieve the frustration before she exploded. She had meant only to give the soft pillow a couple of whacks but she just kept going. When she heard her bedroom door close she jumped and dropped the pillow to the floor.

Ryan stood at the door still looking pale. He nodded towards the changing table and Anna went over. She winced and let out a soft groan when she hopped up and landed on her butt on the padded surface. She carefully laid back feeling the stinging in her butt the whole time. Ryan still hadn’t said a word and that made Anna nervous. He didn’t often talk to her much but there was a very charged atmosphere in the room.

Anna watched Ryan come over and stand between her legs. He rolled her legs back to slip a new diaper underneath her and visibly winced when he saw the damage. Anna sniffed and felt the new diaper slip underneath her.

“That bad, huh?” Anna asked grimly.

“Does he… Do you get punished like that often?” Ryan asked.

Anna worried that Ryan was finding out he could be much more hands on with her than she had been up to this point. She hesitated in answering and instead looked away as the diaper was pulled up between her legs and taped closed. It seemed that Ryan didn’t expect an answer or at least he was alright with not receiving one.

“I think you should have an early night.” Ryan said as he stepped back and let Anna sit up.

Anna nodded. She wasn’t prepared for another punishment and she wasn’t keen on going back downstairs anyway. She dropped off the changing table and gingerly felt the back of her diaper. Ryan looked at her for another second and then nodded himself as if he had just made his mind up about something. He then turned and left the room.

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Everyone was sat in the living room. Anna shifted in her seat uncomfortably as they all watched television together. She was sat next to Ryan though there was no contact between the two, she may as well have been sitting alone. Ryan seemed distracted.

It had been two days since Anna’s spanking and her butt was still sore. Each time she had her diaper changed by Ryan she saw him wincing, it annoyed her because whenever he drew her attention to her bruises the pain seemed to get worse. He didn’t say much to Anna in private and still avoided any kind of sexual contact with her. There was always an excuse though most recently it had been that Ryan wanted to wait for the bruising to heal up. Anna felt pretty sure that once her ass was healthy he would find another reason.

When around the rest of the family Ryan seemed like a different person. He was confident, cocky and completely obnoxious to be around. Anna was looking forward to him going away to college, at least things would go back to some sort of normality whilst he was gone. It was just delaying the inevitable though. Ryan was her husband and de facto owner, her whole life would be spent with him.

“Here we go.” Michelle walked in with a tray in her hands. She placed it down on the table, “A couple of beers for the men…”

Anna rolled her eyes as Michelle handed out the drinks as if she was some servant girl.

“Apple juice for the girls.” Michelle smiled as she held out a little yellow sippy cup.

Anna shifted forwards and crinkled loudly. She was red in the face as she took the infantile drinking vessel. Ryan stared at her as she lifted the plastic cup to her mouth and tipped it up. She wished Ryan would look away, this was all so embarrassing.

“Harold, could I have a word in private?” Ryan suddenly said as he stood up.

“Sure.” Harold replied as he put his drink down.

Anna watched her father and husband stand up and walk out of the living room together. It left Anna and Michelle alone for pretty much the first time since their awkward conversation about marriage consummation. Michelle watched the door as it closed and then waited a second to make sure it wasn’t opening again.

“Have things been alright?” Michelle asked conspiratorially.

Anna shrugged.

“I mean, Ryan’s treating you alright in private, right?” Michelle continued. Her urgent whispering was not something Anna was used to.

“He doesn’t hit me like Dad does, if that’s what you mean.” Anna spat out. She couldn’t keep her anger pent up completely, it needed an outlet occasionally.

“That’s good.” Michelle sat back a bit and looked very relieved.

“And what would you do if he was treating me badly?” Anna asked accusingly, “You’d just sit there smiling your fake smile like a good little girl.”

Michelle looked taken aback and her smile almost immediately became a very genuine frown. She seemed hurt by Anna’s words but Anna didn’t care. As far as she was concerned her mother was nearly as bad as the males for going along with everything. Deep down she knew it wasn’t fair to expect her mother to buck a system designed to stop exactly that but she was angry and upset.

There was a period of tense silence between the two women with the television quietly droning on in the background. Just as Michelle was about to open her mouth the door opened again. As quick as a flash Michelle’s smile returned. As Harold sat down she draped herself against his arm like the good wife she was. Anna remained on the opposite side of the couch from Ryan.

It wasn’t until dinnertime that Anna found out what the conversation between the two men had been about. Her mother had prepared dinner and the four of them were sitting around the table eating. As usual it was Ryan and Harold making up the conversation whilst the women sat quietly. Anna tried to occupy her mind by trying to remember different passages in her Jane Eyre book upstairs.

Anna had retreated so far inside her own head she didn’t notice as Harold tried repeatedly to get her attention. She only realised they were talking to her when she was given a rough prod from her father.

“Anna!” Harold was shaking his head as Anna looked around and blinked a couple of times. Harold was turned to Ryan, “Are you sure you want to take this airhead?”

“She has her uses.” Ryan chuckled in reply.

As Harold joined in the laughter Anna felt herself flushing red from a combination of embarrassment and indignant anger. It was rich for Ryan to make such allusions to what they did in their private time when he had barely touched her outside of changing her diaper. She wanted nothing more than to embarrass Ryan the same way he had embarrassed her but she kept her mouth shut.

“I contacted the college dean and he said it would be fine as long as I kept her on a short leash.” Ryan said.

“Literal or metaphorical?” Harold grinned.

“Both!” Ryan laughed along with Harold for a few seconds but stopped laughing soon after looking at Anna.

Anna was clenching her fists. Everything about this conversation seemed to be about degrading her. She didn’t even know what they were talking about but she wasn’t about to buy in to the conversation by asking. She just looked away and sipped from her sippy cup whilst trying to maintain what dignity she still had.

“But seriously…” Ryan finally continued, “He says its fine and I figure you don’t want her getting in the way here.”

“She’s your problem now.” Harold said as he sipped his beer, “Whatever you want to do with her is your business.”

“I’m right here!” Anna couldn’t contain her anger any longer. She glared at the two males, “Maybe you two could stop stroking each other for one minute and tell me what’s going on?”

“You little…” Harold started to get up but Ryan put a hand out to stop him.

Ryan stood up and walked over to Anna. Anna stared up at him wondering what he was going to do. She watched as Ryan used his finger and thumb to pinch her ear, she immediately winced in pain as she was pulled to her feet. Her eyes were closed as she was practically pulled across the room.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Anna exclaimed. She narrowly missed walking into the table as she was led to the corner.

“You can stay there with your nose against the wall until you learn to behave.” Ryan said. He spoke loudly, it felt almost like the words were meant for Anna’s parents as much as the woman herself, “I’ll let you know when you can come back out.”

Anna’s nose was pushed against the corner as her eyes watered with anger and frustration. She felt utterly humiliated as Ryan let go of her ear and returned to the couch. She was left feeling like a naughty toddler for wanting to know what was going to happen to her.

“You should spank her or something.” Harold said gruffly, “Girls like her only know one thing.”

“Maybe.” Ryan was back at the couch. Anna couldn’t see anyone but she could certainly hear them, “But I want to try things a little differently.”

Anna had tears streaming down her cheeks but she was doing all she could to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape her. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, she simultaneously wet her diaper. The warmth splashed against her and actually felt a little comforting, the familiarity an embarrassing comfort.

“Anyway, yeah, I’m going to take Anna with me to college.” Ryan said as if they were discussing a piece of furniture.

“As long as she doesn’t distract you from your studies.” Michelle advised as if her opinion was wanted.

“Hmm, you don’t want to mess up your grades and lose out on Daddy’s money.” Harold chuckled.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Ryan replied politely, “Won’t we, Anna?”

Anna just pressed her nose further into the corner and wept. She didn’t know if life at home or with Ryan would be better, neither seemed like attractive scenarios. Yet again her life had been upturned by someone else and all she could do was try to prepare for what was to come.

[D503]

The mystery deepens!

[Elfy]

It is finally time for Anna to leave home. It would be a lie to say she expected anything to get better, in fact, she felt very unsure about leaving her mother and father behind. Sometimes the devil you know is better than the one you don't...

Before getting to college though Anna and Ryan have to go on a long drive. Anna is going to see a little bit of Sallas whether she wants to or not.

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Anna dreaded going to college with Ryan. She had no idea what he would be like or what she should expect. The only thing she knew for sure was that he wasn’t afraid to punish her like her father. She had dreamed of going to college as a student and now she was being forced to go as a live-in servant. Servants got paid, Anna adjusted her thinking; she would be a slave. It would be a foretaste of the rest of her life.

On the day Ryan left Anna was in the car right next to him. She was in the front passenger seat which was very unusual for her. On the backseats were all their luggage. Nearly all of it was Ryan’s, Anna’s few suitcases mostly contained stuff she didn’t care for. Her infantile clothing, spare diapers and everything else. She was thankful that she had at least been able to sneak her family photo album and copy of Jane Eyre into the bottom of one of the bags where hopefully they would remain hidden.

“Ready to go?” Ryan asked as he waved goodbye to Anna’s parents.

Anna didn’t respond. She looked out of the window and pretended not to have heard her husband. Bobbing between her lips was a pacifier Ryan had told her to keep in for the trip. He had laughingly joked with Harold that it was so he didn’t have to listen to her moaning. In truth it was common for women to have to use pacifiers and the like when out in public, Anna supposed it was a way for husbands to show off their obedient trophy wives.

The car pulled away from the curb on what would be quite a long journey. The college Ryan had enrolled at was several states away and whilst they would manage the trip in one day it would be a long one.

Anna looked out of the window as the house she had known all her life disappeared into the distance. The last thing she saw was her mom step out on to the sidewalk to watch her go for a little longer. Anna turned back around and looked at Ryan, she felt butterflies taking flight in her tummy at being left alone with him.

“It’ll be good to get some privacy.” Ryan stated as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, “We can finally start our lives together.”

Anna stared blankly out the windscreen. Ryan still hadn’t touched her in a sexual way despite having opportunities every day. Maybe he had just been waiting for time alone. Anna shivered slightly though she certainly wasn’t cold. She was trying to maintain her relative calmness as they left the city behind and started driving through increasingly rural areas.

It wasn’t long until Ryan turned on the radio. He put on some pop song and Anna rolled her eyes. She would’ve probably hated any music he put on but this music in particular seemed to grate on her nerves.

“Maybe we should get to know each other a little more…” Ryan suggested a couple of hours into the drive. They had been sitting in silence until that point. Anna stewing in her negative thoughts and spiraling anger.

“What would you like to know, Sir?” Anna replied with sarcasm she hadn’t been able to mask.

Anna immediately bit her tongue. She knew better than to antagonize a man in general let alone when she was in a car alone with him. He would be within his rights to do practically anything he wanted to her. She needed to shut her mouth and not give him a reason to do anything.

“Come on.” Ryan raised his eyebrows as he looked at Anna. He was trying to look tough but Anna thought she saw a hint of nervousness, “Do you really want our relationship to go that way?”

“Sorry.” Anna replied quietly, “What would you like to know?”

“Just tell me about yourself.” Ryan said with a smile, “We have a long way to go so just tell me everything.”

“Me?” Anna wasn’t used to anyone asking anything about her, “Well, I…”

“Take the pacifier out when you talk.” Ryan quickly interrupted.

Anna plucked the pacifier from her lips. It was a relief to have nothing between her lips after the last couple of hours. The soother dropped and bounced against her breast at the end of the tether that attached it to her clothes.

Anna started talking about herself. It didn’t really feel like there was all that much to say. Anna didn’t really have any hobbies, her interests were largely irrelevant and she didn’t really have any hopes for the future. Well, Anna had some hopes but they were ones she certainly couldn’t express out loud. In her wildest fantasies she imagined escaping Sallas forever and going home where she might actually have the chance for a normal life. Entirely unattainable dreams that hurt to even think about.

“What about you?” Anna asked. She then hastily added, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

It felt strange. Anna was wearing her wedding ring, she was married to the person next to her, and yet they were only just getting time alone together. Ryan didn’t feel like her husband though, he felt more like a taxi driver making conversation.

Anna listened to Ryan though she didn’t really learn anything she didn’t already know. He was essentially a rich kid who grew up with whatever he wanted. He was earmarked for the top of his father’s company and he was looking forward to working. To Anna he sounded very boring, it didn’t seem like he had much in terms of hobbies. At least she had a reason for being boring. She wanted to ask about hobbies and interests or the burning question about Ryan’s mother and how she ended up like she did but she didn’t dare. The image of Ryan’s mom was burned into her mind, the surgical “enhancements”, the dumb look, the way she seemed to have completely handed her autonomy away. Anna didn’t even know her name. Maybe she didn’t have one, Anna thought coldly, she was just a toy after all. Anna was terrified of ending up like that, she would rather commit suicide.

Despite Anna’s curiosities about Ryan and his family she remained silent and simply listened. As a woman she wasn’t expected to make conversation unless it was asked for, she wasn’t expected to do anything without being told. She noticed that more than anything Ryan talked about his hopes for the future. He talked about his family and childhood rather dispassionately but when it came to his potential career he became much more energized.

After the brief flurry of talking the car became silent again. Ryan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music coming from the radio and Anna sank back inside herself and watched the world whizz past outside of the window.

It was early afternoon and not long after Anna had handed out the sandwiches Michelle had made for lunch she started feeling the signs that she needed to poop. She had to suppress the urge to just let go there and then, something she had grown unfortunately familiar with at home. Her diaper was already wet and would likely need changing soon but this was really going to force the issue. She started twisting and fidgeting in her seat as the pressure grew and cramps twisted her insides.

“Are you alright?” Ryan asked as he glanced over.

“I… Yes.” Anna’s voice was strained.

“Don’t lie.” Ryan replied, “Come on, what’s up?”

There was a reason for Anna to be nervous. Aside from not wanting to poop herself she had bad memories of a very similar situation to this. When she had been a child and was still getting used to her new parents they had all taken a long drive together. Anna had needed the bathroom and eventually filled her diaper. Harold was full of rage, they couldn’t pull over until the next service station and he was fuming that he had to sit in the car with the smell for nearly an hour. When they had finally pulled over Harold had spanked her, the first time he had done such a thing, and then drove off without her calling her a “disgusting little girl.” Anna remembered crying and being alone in her still messy diaper. She remembered looking around at the truck drivers and other families who were watching her, she was terrified and didn’t know what to do.

In the end Harold came back. Anna didn’t know how long she had been alone, it may only have been a few minutes but to her little mind it felt like forever. Michelle had changed her diaper and then they all got back into the car and continued on without talking about what had happened. It was a highly traumatizing event for a ten-year-old girl.

Anna was terrified of being left alone in a country where a woman on her own was very vulnerable in a lot of different ways. If she pooped herself and Ryan kicked her out of the car in the middle of nowhere she shuddered to think what might happen.

“I… I think we need to pull over at the next rest stop.” Anna said quietly.

“Oh, you need a diaper change?” Ryan nodded his head in understanding, “OK, well, the sign back there said it would be about half an hour.”

Anna deflated. She knew she would never make it that far. Her tough exterior covered a soft interior and cracks were starting to show in the armor. She tried to blink away the tears but she could do little but think of what was going to happen.

Anna made it about halfway to the rest stop before disaster struck. She had been squeezing as hard as she could to maintain control but a particularly nasty pothole ended her resistance. She froze up and closed her eyes as she felt her sphincter involuntarily open. She shuddered as she felt the poop that had been trying to get out surge past her crumbled resistance and into the diaper. It seemed to be over in a second but now Anna was sitting on a mound of her own mess.

Panic started flooding Anna’s system. She could feel her heart palpitating as her mind transferred her back to that traumatic day. Ryan hadn’t seem to have noticed yet but it was surely only a matter of time and then she was sure she could expect punishments.  In her mind she could see his rage, she could see him leaving her there and not coming back. Anna would be seen as a runaway and either her family would pick her up or she’d be sent to the Finishing School. Tears started leaking down her cheeks.

“Do you sme-” Ryan started as he turned his head, “Oh.”

The game was up. Anna was trembling and to add insult to injury she soaked her diaper. Like a scared little puppy she wet herself in fear of the punishment that was to come. Ryan didn’t say another word and his face betrayed no emotion. Anna was desperately trying not to break down in front of her husband.

The car continued in silence. The smell got worse as Anna sank into her waste. The smell of poop surrounded the two people in the car as the signs counted down the kilometers to the next rest stop. Anna didn’t know if she should say something to break the silence, she didn’t know how to read Ryan. She fidgeted with her hands nervously and tried not to think about the impending doom she was sure was coming her way.

The rest stop was small and quiet. Gas pumps sat out in front of a small convenience store that looked like it hadn’t been washed or altered in half a century. To the side were the bathrooms and then across a narrow road was a car park that was primarily full of big rigs taking breaks as they crossed the country.

Ryan parked the car a couple of spaces from the nearest truck and stepped out. Anna hesitated, she didn’t know if she should wait to be told to follow him or not. She undid her seatbelt and slowly opened the door, when Ryan didn’t yell at her she stood up and climbed out. As she closed the door she froze and felt her heart sink yet again.

“What are you-” Ryan walked around the car and looked down at the seat, “Oh no! You leaked!?”

Anna’s eyes were wide as she looked down at the obvious stain on the seat. The gentle breeze blew the back of her thin dress against her legs and she could feel the dampness there as well. Her eyes darted from the stain to Ryan and back again several times. She thought like she might faint as she watched Ryan look down in disgust.

This was it. If he wasn’t going to abandon her before he was definitely going to now. He was going to get straight back in the car and leave her there, Anna was sure of it. She looked around at the trucks around her. She was mentally trying to work out what to do next. Maybe one of the truckers would take her on as a wife-assistant hybrid, the prospect was frightful but her brain couldn’t process everything.

“Come on.” Ryan closed and the locked the door. He looked annoyed as he took Anna’s wrist and started walking her towards the bathrooms.

The bathrooms were typical for Sallas. The gents was the same as anywhere else but the women’s restroom was very much a product of the nation’s culture. There weren’t any toilets in there, it was a series of changing tables and no privacy between them. Anna was pulled into the female bathroom which was empty.

Anna wondered if this was where Ryan was going to leave her. He indicated for her to get on to the changing table and pull up her dress. She complied and laid back on the padded surface. Anna tried not to think about who else might’ve been changed here or how long it might’ve been since it was last cleaned.

“This shouldn’t take too long.” Ryan said as he looked down at the diaper with trepidation.

Anna felt the diaper getting opened and tried to ignore the awful smell that came from the contents. As Ryan cleaned her she sniffed back the tears that were flowing again. Just because he was changing her didn’t mean she was out of trouble. He must’ve been planning to leave her behind in a clean diaper…

It took several minutes for Ryan to scrape off all the crap that stuck to Anna’s skin. Anna lifted up for the used diaper to be pulled away and a fresh one was slipped underneath her. The padding was pulled up and over Anna’s crotch before being tightly closed. Ryan then turned away from Anna and started walking away.

Anna bit her lip but couldn’t stop herself from sobbing as her husband walked to the exit of the bathroom. She was being left behind. Left alone to be taken by whoever wanted her. She pathetically reached her arms out for Ryan who stopped at the doorway.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked with confusion, “Come on. We can’t hang around this truck stop all day. The place gives me the creeps.”

Anna was confused but she wasn’t going to wait for a second invitation. She slipped off the side of the changing table with about as much grace as a newborn deer getting used to their legs. She stood up and followed Ryan out of the bathroom feeling humiliated by everything. She couldn’t help her reaction but it made her very angry.

“Wait here.” Ryan said after he had walked with Anna to the corner of the road. On one side was the store and on the other the car lot.

Yet again Anna just knew this was Ryan leaving her behind. The young man walked towards the store where no doubt he was going to use the phone to call the authorities to pick her up. She wanted to chase Ryan and beg for forgiveness but she did as she was told and waited. She jumped as there was a sudden spank against her butt.

“How much?” A gruff voice asked.

Anna turned around to see an overweight and tattooed balding man leering at her. She backed up a couple of steps and nearly fell over the curb. The man’s eyes travelled up and down Anna’s body undressing her with his eyes. The creep even licked his lips.

“How much?” The man repeated impatiently.

“I don’t…” Anna said quietly.

“Come on. Standing alone on a corner like this.” The man reached out for Anna who stepped back out of reach, “How much for five minutes in the cab of my truck?”

A prostitute! Anna felt her face redden with humiliation and anger as she realised this gross specimen assumed she was some kind of whore. As the man reached out again she backed up and started quickly walking towards the store. Whatever Ryan had in store for her had to be better than this.

“What’s going on?” Ryan stepped out of the store just as Anna reached the door. In his hands were a couple of sodas and some napkins.

Anna looked at the fat man who put his hands up and backed away. Anna felt foolish for hiding behind Ryan like she was but that trucker scared her. A few seconds after the man disappeared around the corner of the building Ryan started pulling Anna back towards the car.

“Please don’t leave me here…” Anna started begging suddenly.

“Leave you here?” Ryan shook his head, “Let’s get back to the car. I want to get out of here as soon as I can.”

“You’re not going to-” Anna started.

“What?” Ryan asked impatiently.

“Nothing.” Anna said quietly.

Anna followed Ryan back to the car in silence. It had been a traumatic ten minutes for the young woman but she was more confused than ever as she watched Ryan wipe the car seat. Not only did it seem like Ryan was taking her with him still but he hadn’t even punished her for the inconvenience she had caused.

As the car pulled out of the parking space a couple of minutes later and Anna watched the trucks disappear into the distance. It was soon like nothing had ever happened. Ryan was drumming on the steering wheel again and acting as if nothing had happened. Anna could only wonder if her punishment was coming at the end of the journey.

Anna absolutely hated being the damsel in distress. She hated being constantly fearful. She was a strong independent woman being forced into this role, she felt like a square block being pushed into a circular hole by a bunch of different hands. Anna punched her fist into her leg several times. She had to remember who she was.

[Elfy]

With their journey at an end Anna and Ryan arrive at college. Anna feels lost as she enters something entirely unknown and alien to her. As the married couple reach their accomodation Anna finds someone in a very similar position to herself.

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The college campus started appearing into view and Anna had to marvel at its size. This wasn’t just any old college, it was clearly quite prestigious as it was spread over a large open area and looked absolutely gorgeous. Anna felt intimidated just from looking at it, it looked like a little town and even from a distance she could see a lot of activity.

“Here.” Ryan said suddenly, “You had better take this.”

Anna had jumped at Ryan’s voice. She had been staring so intently at the growing college campus that she had almost forgotten where she was. She turned to see Ryan holding out a pacifier. She took it slowly but frowned, she knew it wasn’t uncommon for women to use them and that went doubly when they were instructed to. She couldn’t help frowning though and she saw Ryan quickly glance her way.

“I’ve heard they are quite strict here.” Ryan said with a shrug.

The ordeal at the truck stop was still fresh in Anna’s mind and Ryan felt like a protector for her. She hated to feel dependent on others, especially when they were men, but right now she just wanted to hide behind her husband. She put the pacifier between her lips and chewed on it nervously as the campus came closer.

There was a small checkpoint set in a large barred fence. The bars towered above the car and as Anna looked out the window she couldn’t help but be reminded of a prison. Ryan slowly rolled the car to a stop in front of a small booth that housed a large man who seemed too large to fit. He was chewing on something as he lazily looked through the window to the car.

“Hi.” Ryan said as he rolled open the window and handed over his paperwork, “Ryan Manning. Starting my first year next week.”

“Do you have a permit for the girl?” The guard grunted as he looked down at the documents he had been given and then down a list of names.

“Yeah, I got permission from the dean.” Ryan said. He shot a quick look at Anna.

Not for the first time in her life Anna felt more like a pet than a person. She had to sit there as the guard examined several pieces of paper before nodding his head.

“Alright, you’re in building seventeen.” The guard said as he handed the paperwork back, “Apartment eight. Make sure you keep her harnessed and under control.”

“Thanks.” Ryan said as he rolled up the window.

Anna was red in the face but continued to suck on the pacifier as the car rolled slowly past the checkpoint. She didn’t appreciate the guard talking to her as if she was some kind of wild animal. As they rolled past the metal fence Anna looked around. There was a lot of green space with paths crisscrossing back and forth across it. A single long road ran down the middle with large buildings off to the sides set back from the road by a fair distance. Each building was connected to the road by smaller roads. The buildings all looked old and grand, the whole place seemed meticulously clean.

There were plenty of people around. Anna estimated that at least ninety-five per-cent of the people she could see were male and most of them were young, many were carrying luggage and moving into their rooms just like she and Ryan were.

As the car trundled down the main street Anna saw restaurants and shops. She was shocked at just how much was on the campus, it really was like a self-contained town and there was very little reason to go off campus. It was clearly meant to be convenient but to Anna it just reinforced the feeling of being trapped.

“I think we’re at the back.” Ryan said as he drove past some signs.

“What did the guard mean?” Anna asked, “Harness?”

“Ah, yes, that’s something I packed.” Ryan said as he drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel, “It’s a rule for women here. You’ll need to be harnessed and kept on reins whilst you’re here, for the most part at least.”

Anna felt sick. She knew that in practice what Ryan was saying meant she would be leashed. She looked out at one of the housing buildings as they passed and she saw exactly what was meant by harness. There was a woman with restraints across her body in an X shape, a leather leash was coming off the back and had been looped around a pole next to a car. Anna shuddered. Tied up like a dog waiting for their master to return.

“This is us.” Ryan said.

The car pulled off the main road and on to a smaller street that was feeding off it. The car stopped in a parking space just outside the front door to the building. It looked like any of the others, it was three stories high and it seemed each apartment had a balcony. It looked nice, a lot better than Anna was expecting if she was honest.

Ryan was the first to step out of the car. Anna slowly stepped out a few seconds later. The loose gravel under her feet shifted as she closed the door behind her and looked around. This was the furthest she had been from her adoptive parents since she had first met them. A part of her wanted to go back home, at least she knew what to expect there.

“You’re going to have to put this on.” Ryan said as he popped open the trunk.

Anna saw Ryan reach into the trunk and then pull out a series of straps. The harness was just like the ones she had seen other girls wearing. Ryan walked towards her with it and she was completely unable to hide her disgust.

“What if I refuse?” Anna asked quietly.

Ryan seemed taken aback. He didn’t respond immediately but instead just held the harness out. Anna quickly looked up at his face and saw that he was looking down at the straps himself, his mouth was half-open. For a second it seemed like Anna’s question had flat out broken his brain. Slowly Ryan licked his lips and then held out the harness a little further.

“Just put it on.” Ryan said.

Anna wanted to push her luck. She was getting the sense that Ryan wasn’t nearly as confident as Harold had been. She thought about just turning around and walking away but the reality was she was terrified. She didn’t know where she was, she didn’t know what was going to happen and if she wondered off alone she knew there was nothing but trouble waiting for her.

With a resigned sigh Anna held out her arms and allowed Ryan to put the harness on her. It was even less comfortable than it looked. The straps were pulled tight, one went across her belly, another over the top of her chest and then there was two straps forming an “X” with the middle in between her breasts. To her annoyance it forced her boobs to stick out much more.

“There. That isn’t too bad.” Ryan said as he buckled the last of the straps.

Anna didn’t respond. The buckles were all halfway up her back so she wouldn’t be able to take it off herself. She tried to adjust it but there was very little give. As Ryan started pulling cases out of the trunk and placing them on the floor Anna contented herself with looking around. She was watching a group of men, probably new students, walking past a little way off. One of the students saw Anna and immediately started catcalling causing his friends to laugh.

As Anna turned away she saw a car turning on to their little block. It rolled slowly past Ryan’s car and then parked next to them. Anna was surprised to see another woman though this one was sitting on the backseat. The driver of the car was a large man who was chewing on some gum as he switched the engine off.

“I’m not going to be able to take all these up in one go.” Ryan grunted as he nearly dropped the last suitcase and closed the trunk, “Wait here whilst I take some of these up.”

“I don’t-” Anna started.

“You’re safe.” Ryan assured his wife, “You’re registered to me. If you go missing they’ll know where to return you to.”

Anna was left guarding the remaining bags as Ryan walked through the doors to the building. She wanted to hide away, after the incident at the truck stop she had to accept the only person she could even remotely trust was Ryan. She sat down on one of the suitcases and tried to adjust the harness again, it was pinching her skin.

“Yo, bitch, I’m going to go register.” The large man said as he looked at the woman he had brought with him, “Don’t you dare get out of that car otherwise that thrashing at home before we left will feel like a relaxing a massage.”

“Yes, sir.” The woman replied.

Anna saw the woman in the back of the car quickly nod her head. She looked scared and couldn’t have been any older than Anna was. The man wandered away, he threw Anna a contemptuous look as he passed and Anna quickly averted her eyes. Once he had walked by she allowed herself to look up again at the woman in the car. At least the guy had left the window open for her Anna thought. As she looked through the window she saw the woman turn and look back at her.

Anna gave a small smile and raised her hand in greeting but the woman in the car quickly looked away as if Anna’s gesture was obscene. Anna felt a swelling of sympathy for the poor woman who looked like she had been thoroughly defeated. There was a burning anger that this pretty young woman should be trampled, Anna knew she should have just as many rights as her husband and yet she was in the minority. She couldn’t remain silent and after a look over her shoulder to make sure this girl’s man was still out of sight she decided to take a step forwards towards the car.

“Hello.” Anna said softly, “I’m Anna.”

The woman in the other car had her eyes wide open as if she was being approached by a wild animal. As Anna got closer she saw that not only was this woman dressed in similarly infantile attire as herself but she was also strapped into a car seat. The straps crossed tightly across her lap and chest.

“What’s your name?” Anna asked.

There was still no response. This woman was acting as if she was blind, death and dumb or as if Anna was just a ghost. Anna wasn’t put off by the lack of response though, if anything it made her more determined to get through to her. Anna looked around, there was still no sign of Ryan or the other man.

“You can talk to me.” Anna said softly, “There’s no one else here. Come on, you’re going to be in the same building as me, we’re neighbours. I just like to know my neighbours names.”

At first it seemed like there was still no response but after a second Anna saw the woman’s eyes dart around and then she looked up. She swallowed hard as she looked at Anna.

“J-Jane.” The woman’s voice was so quiet it felt like a soft breeze would blow the words away.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jane.” Anna said with another smile, “I hope we get a chance to get to know each other.”

Jane’s mouth twitched into a smile for a brief second before her eyes fixed on something behind Anna. The smile disappeared and she looked down at the floor of the car again. Anna was about to ask what was wrong when she felt a hand grab the back of her harness. She yelped as she was yanked backwards away from the car and stumbled back against Ryan’s vehicle.

“Who gave you permission to talk to her?” The man with Jane said angrily.

“I… I…” Anna stuttered as she shrunk under the intense glare of this stranger.

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be alone.” The man stepped forwards again and Anna pressed herself back against the car, “Are you lost?”

Anna was panicking. She couldn’t get her mouth to work and she didn’t know what was about to happen. This man was very aggressive and he was now so close she could smell his strong aftershave.

“She’s mine.” Ryan’s voice had never sounded so good to Anna.

Ryan walked over and as he got closer the stranger stepped back a little and looked his way. He held out his hand and after Ryan glanced at Anna, seemingly making sure she was alright, he reached out and shook. The appearance of Ryan only emphasized how scary this other man was, he was tall and thick with arms like tree trunks. Ryan winced as they shook hands, it seemed the man had a strong grip.

“Sorry, I thought she was a runaway.” The man grunted, “I saw her talking to Jane and was concerned. My name’s Paul.”

“Ryan.” Ryan replied, “It’s my fault, I should’ve tied her up or something. Getting used to the whole owning thing.”

“Newly married?” Paul asked with a smirk and a nod, “Me too, learned a lot from my dad though. Mostly that you can’t leave these girl’s alone for a second. You give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

Anna looked past Paul’s hulking body as the two men spoke. Jane was still sat in the car looking at the ground obediently, she wished she could go over and talk to her but knew she couldn’t move without permission, Paul seemed like the worst type of man.

“Which apartment are you in?” Paul asked.

“Eight.” Ryan replied, “I was just up there. It looks great.”

“No shit.” Paul chuckled, “Well, I guess we’re neighbours! I’m in seven.”

“Right across the hall.” Ryan smiled, “Well, listen, we’ve got to get unpacked but we should do dinner or something.”

Anna waited for the two men to finish their pleasantries and then helped Ryan with the bags. She was sad that she didn’t get another opportunity to talk to Jane but was soon distracted with having to carry the bags up the stairs. She wasn’t helped by the harness which pinched her skin and made it harder to breathe deeply.

[Elfy]

Having reached college Anna gets a first look at where she will be living and a first taste of what life alone with her husband will be like.

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When Ryan opened the apartment door and Anna dragged the bags inside her first reaction was of shock. Ryan had said it looked great on the way up but she still hadn’t expected what she saw. The main room was one cavernous open space. A kitchen was against the wall separated from the main room by a waist-level counter top. The living room area was massive. There was a big TV mounted on the wall, a couch, a couple of arm chairs and even a bean bag. In the middle of all the seats was a glass table.

The bedroom was just as impressive. It was located off a hallway on the far side of the living room from the front door. A large double bed dominated the room with fluffy pillows and fresh sheets all over. Everything was wooden but it didn’t look flimsy or cheap, Anna had to admit this room looked very comfortable. There were, of course, a couple of caveats not least of which was the large padded changing table against one of the walls. The shelves underneath stood empty and ready for the supplies the married couple had brought from home.

“How much did this cost?” Anna found herself asking as she sat on the edge of the bed. She felt her wet diaper push against her crotch as she did so. She didn’t remember wetting since her last change.

“I don’t know.” Ryan admitted, “My father is paying.”

“Of course…” Anna said under her breath.

“I think I’ll unpack your changing supplies and then I’ll see about changing you.” Ryan said as he went back towards the living room where the bags were waiting.

“I don’t really need one yet.” Anna said.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Ryan called out as he left the room.

Anna sighed. She should’ve known better than to think her opinion mattered. She couldn’t be too upset though, after the incident at the truck stop she was just grateful her situation wasn’t any worse.

A minute after leaving Ryan came back in with one of the bags. He unzipped it and started pulling out the supplies. The top shelf was stacked full of fresh diapers and Anna could do little but watch as a dozen disposables were put in easy reach for her changes. Powder, wipes and cream went on to the next shelf.

“Come on.” Ryan said as he gestured towards his wife.

Anna forced herself up and over towards the changing table. She was about to get undressed when Ryan stopped her. To her embarrassment he started to remove her clothes without her helping at all. This was strange, Anna thought, not even her father had ever done this. Ryan seemed determined to do it all though.

“Wait, I think I have a better idea…” Ryan said once Anna was stripped down to her wet padding.

Anna’s hand was taken and she was led out of the bedroom. She felt strangely exposed despite Ryan seeing her like this before, she supposed it was because this was a new place, it wasn’t home yet even if it might eventually become that way.

There were two more doors that remained closed and it was to the one furthest down the hallway that Anna was taken. Ryan opened the door to reveal the bathroom beyond. Ryan let go of Anna’s arm and leaned over the tub to turn on the faucets, he pushed the plug into the hole and the bath started slowly filling.

“What’s happening?” Anna asked. She decided that wording sounded less confrontational than demanding to know what he was doing.

“I’m giving you a bath.” Ryan replied as he finally straightened up happy with the temperature of the water.

“That’s stu-…” Anna stopped herself, “I… I usually do this myself.”

“Well, things are different now.” Ryan replied, “I’m in charge.”

Anna looked down at the water as it slowly rose in the bath. There was silence apart from the splashing water as Anna tried to come to terms with the new situation. She hadn’t been bathed by someone else since she was a little girl. Was she really going to be kept so firmly under thumb that she wouldn’t even be allowed to do this by herself?

“OK, in you get.” Ryan said when he finally reached forwards to shut the water off. He pulled the tapes off her diaper with a little difficulty thanks to his wet hands.

Anna wanted to refuse but as her wet diaper fell to the floor she felt obliged to do as Ryan said. She was alone with this man who essentially owned her so antagonizing didn’t seem like the smartest move. She lifted her legs and stepped into the hot water. She lowered herself down until she was sat at the bottom.

There were no bubbles in the bath so despite the water Anna was very visible. To avoid looking at her husband who was folding up the used diaper Anna looked around the room. It was a fairly standard bathroom though it was immaculately clean. Her eyes fell on the toilet opposite her and she breathed out heavily.

If Anna was expecting any relaxation of the rules with Ryan she was quickly disappointed. She wasn’t even allowed to clean herself. Ryan rubbed soap on her and then took the flannel to rinse off the soap, Anna was left feeling helpless and useless as she let Ryan move her limbs and wash her completely.

Throughout the whole bath the only sound was the splashing and dripping of water. Ryan worked silently and Anna had to bite her tongue, this was excruciatingly embarrassing and thanks to Ryan insisting on doing everything it meant it wasn’t quick either. She wasn’t even allowed to wash her own private parts. She could only stare forwards as her breasts were covered in soap and cleaned. Ryan manipulated them without any eroticism, it was as if he was just cleaning a couple of volleyballs. It was even worse when he tentatively cleaned between her legs. He barely spent any time down there and after the briefest touch he quickly pulled his hand away.

By the time Anna got out of the bath her fingers had wrinkled up. Ryan wrapped a towel around her and started rubbing it. Anna hated feeling dependent on others and all this treatment was making her as angry as it was embarrassing.

“Right, a new diaper and dressed before we unpack.” Ryan said cheerily. It was the first words spoken since Anna had got into the water.

Anna was taken back to the bedroom and over to the changing table. She was still a little damp but it wasn’t too bad and as she hopped up on to the edge of the changing table she actually felt a little relief that she would be getting clothes again.

“We don’t want you peeing everywhere…” Ryan said as he pulled out one of the dozen diapers under the padded surface.

Anna clenched her fists. She had tried her hardest to retain her continence despite the years and years of continual diaper usage but she knew she had only been partially successful. Whilst she was sure she would be able to get to the toilet most of the time if she had a chance there was no doubt her control was weaker than it would have been if she were anywhere else in the world. She didn’t like being reminded of this fact.

Anna’s legs were lifted and the fresh diaper was slipped underneath her butt. She was lowered back down and the front of the padding was pulled up between her legs. It was taped closed and Anna sighed as her time out of diapers came to an end. She sat up and looked down at her crotch as Ryan returned to a one of the bags, he was searching for something.

“This will do.” Ryan said as he pulled something bright and colorful out of the bag.

Anna cringed as the clothing unfolded to reveal a plain white t-shirt and a pink denim overalls. The bottom was a short skirt and it rose up to a chest piece and straps that went over the shoulders. On the chest area was a white bunny rabbit that was stitched into the material. Anna hadn’t seen this before, this must’ve been something Ryan had got her.

“Cute, isn’t it?” Ryan asked as he smiled, “Come on. You can’t walk around naked all day.”

Anna really, really didn’t want to wear the overalls. She knew it was very common for women to be dressed in an infantile way but she had never really suffered with that. Sure, the stuff she wore wasn’t what she would choose but it was rarely as overtly baby-like as this at home, it was one of the few ways she could rebel. Anna had to force one foot in front of the other as she walked across to her husband.

It wasn’t long before Anna was dressed and when she didn’t think the outfit could be any worse she realised the skirt portion didn’t totally cover her diaper. She shuddered but the worst part was that Ryan wasn’t finished. A pair of knee-length socks were produced, pink and white rings went around the material as they were pulled up Anna’s legs.

“Maybe we should put your hair in pigtails to complete the look…” Ryan said thoughtfully as he looked at Anna.

“Please…” Anna was totally downcast. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take and when she thought about this being the rest of her life she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She could hear Ryan pause just as he was about to say something. There were a couple of seconds of silence.

“I suppose this’ll do.” Ryan said when he looked at Anna, “OK, you can help unpack.”

Anna crinkled her way out of the room behind Ryan to where most of their bags were sitting in the living room. It turned out that when Ryan said she should “help” unpack it meant she was going to do it all. As Anna toiled and put everything away Ryan lounged on the couch and spent a while checking out the television and entertainment features and then left the apartment. He didn’t say where he was going and Anna supposed it didn’t matter.

When Anna had finished putting the last of their things away she dropped on to the couch and took a deep breath. She was on the verge of a panic attack. Every now and then the full weight of the future fell on her and she felt like she couldn’t breathe until she fought the anxiety away. She reached down to check her diaper and found that she was a little damp, she assumed it must’ve happened whilst she was putting things away.

Anna walked over to the side of the apartment opposite the kitchen. There was a balcony out there and she stepped out into the sunshine. Anna walked across the wooden decking to the small wall on the edge. She looked over the edge into a courtyard that was surrounded on all sides by these apartments, she wondered how many of them had women just like her trapped in servitude inside. She had no idea how long she stood out there but there was something calming about people-watching from on high like this.

“Pretty cool view.” Ryan’s voice startled Anna so much she let out a little squeak and felt a fresh spurt of urine warm her diaper.

“I… I didn’t hear you come in.” Anna said quietly.

“I was just next door helping Paul settle in.” Ryan said as he walked out and stood next to Anna.

“I should… I need to go and…” Anna stuttered and trailed off. The truth was she didn’t really have anything to do but she felt uncomfortable.

“You’re free until dinner.” Ryan said without looking at her, “Try to make it for around six, OK?”

Anna nodded even though Ryan wasn’t looking at her and then went inside. She went to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She went over to the handbag she had kept with her and after checking that the door remained closed she opened it up. At the bottom of the bag were her two prized items, her photo album and her copy of Jane Eyre. She hugged both to her chest as she got on to the mattress and closed her eyes.

[kerry]

I had been hoping that, once they were alone, Ryan would reveal that he too was not happy with Sallas gender roles, but maybe not...

[Elfy]

We hear from Ryan about why, whilst undeniably better than women have it, men can also face a tough time in Sallas. We learn a little about his growing up and then find out that rumours start very quickly.

Later, Anna is home alone when nature calls. She is forced to wait for Ryan to get home but when he does so she is left in shock...

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There were a few days until the start of the course and Ryan spent them settling in. He knew Anna didn’t like the new regime but his father had been the one to advise him to do it. The relationship was much more parental than romantic, Ryan changed Anna’s diapers, bathed her, dressed her and did everything else a parent was expected to do and it was, quite frankly, exhausting. It didn’t help that his father was constantly texting, calling and e-mailing him to give more advice or check on him. He never failed to remind Ryan how important it was that he make friends, treat Anna properly and do well in his classes.

Making friends was the unexpected focus of Harold’s advice. Business in Sallas was very much a case of “who you know, not what you know” and it was vitally important that Ryan make connections with the other students who would also be future leaders. When Ryan informed Michael that he was getting to know Paul his father was delighted. It turned out that Paul’s family came from even more money than Ryan’s and a connection between the two could mean big money if they worked together.

Ryan loved business. It was truly his biggest passion and had been ever since he had been old enough to know what business was. Everything in his life was designed to push him into the family firm and his father was only too happy to help him. There was something about making deals, negotiating, making decisions and problem solving that Ryan just loved. Going into business, for him, wasn’t a choice. It was simply an inevitability.

Ryan and Anna hadn’t talked much over the last few days which was no different from before they arrived at college but it was starting to become more and more of a problem. They hadn’t had sex or any sexual contact. Ryan knew Anna resented him but she couldn’t understand the pressure he was under. That was another favourite topic of his father who seemed to take an unhealthy interest in his sex life. Ryan tried to be as vague as possible and lied about his activities with Anna.

Ryan was sat on a park bench to the side of the courtyard in between all the buildings. He was people-watching and the things he saw were surprising to him. In this area most of the apartments were taken up my married couples, young men who had brought their wives with them to college much like Ryan had. It wasn’t uncommon to see these women out of the house with their husbands or even alone sometimes.

The women Ryan saw were all dressed like children. Some were given puffy dresses not unlike what he imagined a five-year-old girl would wear to a princess party, some were in onesies and nothing more with their thick diapers bulging underneath, some weren’t even given that dignity as they were led around with a shirt and nothing covering their padding. All of them wore the mandatory harness with leash connected. The women who were without a male escort were clutching paper to their chest like their lives depended on it, they were permission slips to be outside alone and without them they risked being taken to the authorities. Most of them had pacifiers in their mouths.

It seemed to Ryan like a competitiveness had risen among the young men. A kind of masculine pride had developed that involved showing that they were more dominant over their women than anyone else. It seemed like whoever could embarrass their wife the most was the big man on campus. After just a few days he saw women in strollers, with pacifiers, even crawling around. It was like a game to these guys.

Ryan hadn’t taken Anna out of the house since they had arrived and hadn’t asked her to go to the shops either. He had done the shopping himself. His father wouldn’t have been happy to hear that.

Ryan’s father, Michael Manning, was a self-made man. He owned his own company and made sure everyone knew it, a tyrant to his employees Ryan had experienced little better at home. Michael was a demanding father that constantly pushed Ryan to excel in everything. It wasn’t good enough that Ryan join after school clubs or sorts teams, he had to be the best.

Michael’s need for domination had spread to every facet of his life including his wife. Ryan’s mother was a showpiece for Michael, a trophy that he showed off just to make sure everyone knew he was the alpha male. Ryan had watched as a child as his mother was surgically “enhanced” to Michael’s taste. Ryan could remember Michael browsing catalogues for surgeries as if he was looking at after-market car parts. Breast enhancements saw his mother, Annie, need increasingly large bras until she was practically spilling out of any dress she wore. Annie’s waist was made smaller, she was given so much plastic surgery Ryan barely recognized her. It never seemed enough and every few months she would be sent to the hospital for what Michael called a “tune up.”

Growing up Ryan hadn’t thought much about it. It was all he had known so it didn’t seem all that strange to him. It was only when he brought friends home and he saw the way they stared at his mother that he realised this was extreme even in Sallas’s ultra-misogynist world.

Ryan hadn’t been close to his mom in years. Michael didn’t believe a woman had any place raising a boy so she was relegated to simply doing the chores. It was like she was more of a servant than a mother, Ryan always saw her around but only rarely interacted with her. He didn’t like how things were but it was his father’s house and he made the rules.

For all the problems at home Ryan had one thing to be very thankful to his father for. It was thanks to his dad that Ryan discovered that he loved business. He had done work experience with at his dad’s business and it was through that experience he discovered a love for making big decisions that could have big ramifications. He couldn’t wait to get through college, there was a nice job waiting for him at the end of it.

“Hey, man, you alright?” Paul had walked up to Ryan whilst the latter had been staring into the middle-distance and lost in thought.

“Oh, hi.” Ryan looked up at his neighbor, “I’m fine. Just having some time to myself.”

“I see.” Paul didn’t seem to be getting the hint that Ryan wanted to be left alone as he perched on the arm of the bench, “Anna moaning your ears off? I know Jane can be like that. Got to keep them in their place though, right? When Jane’s pissing me off I just tell to do some arbitrary task and then when she’s done tell her to undo it. Just yesterday I had her rearrange all the books by author, then as soon as she finished I told her to put them back exactly as they were. You should’ve seen her freak out because she couldn’t remember how they went!”

Paul burst into loud laughter and Ryan smiled up at him before looking away. He had seen a lot of different punishments and read about even more but he hadn’t had to do much to keep Anna in line which he was thankful for. She seemed like a firecracker under the surface, constantly on the verge of exploding but able to hold back… just.

“Are you coming to the bar tonight?” Paul asked when he had finally stopped laughing.

“I don’t know.” Ryan answered truthfully.

“Man, it’s a good time.” Paul said, “We have a lot of fun.”

Ryan remained non-committal as he watched some more people walk past. A man was pushing a large stroller down the middle of the path. He could see the woman who was strapped down to the seat was red in the face and seemed to have her eyes tightly closed as if ignoring reality would make it different.

“We’ll see.” Ryan said with a small shrug.

“Alright, man, it’s just…” Paul looked around and rubbed the back of his neck, “People have started talking.”

“What do you mean?” Ryan asked.

“I mean no one sees you out with Anna. You aren’t coming out to drink with the boys…” Paul was looking down at the ground as if he had something unpleasant to say but he let silence fall.

“And?” Ryan finally prompted.

“The guys… Not me, but some of the other guys have said you might be…” Paul took a deep breath and looked up at Ryan’s face, “Pussy whipped.”

Ryan’s mouth fell open as he stared at Paul. They had only been here for a few days and yet he was apparently already getting a reputation, one he didn’t feel he deserved at all. This wasn’t empty rumors either. If you weren’t seen as a strong man who kept up with other men and kept women in their place you could be shunned. It wasn’t just a college thing, in a society where who you know often means more than what you know having a bad reputation could end your career before it started. Ryan couldn’t let word go around that he was weak. Imagining his father’s reaction made him shiver.

“I’ll see you later, bud.” Paul stood up and stretched before walking away.

Ryan was left with his thoughts. It didn’t matter if he thought most of the other males there were pompous assholes and it didn’t matter if he preferred quiet nights at home there were things that he just had to do. He stared straight ahead for a few seconds and then looked over to Paul’s retreating back. He hesitated for a second before sighing.

“Paul!” Ryan called out. The neighbor turned to look back at the bench, “I’ll see you tonight… at the bar.”

Paul smiled and gave him a thumbs up before turning away and carrying on his journey. Ryan checked his watch and saw he had been sitting out in the courtyard for well over an hour, he stood up and made his way back home. He didn’t really want to head out to the bar but he had to think about his career, the thing he loved above all else.

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Anna was sat quietly on the couch with the television on but the volume turned down. She looked at the clock and saw that it was just past midnight. She tapped her foot on the floor in annoyance. Normally she wouldn’t have a problem with Ryan being out of the apartment, in fact she was usually grateful for it but this time was different.

Sniffing the air Anna curled her lip in disgust. She was in a messy diaper and had been for at least an hour now. She wished she could change herself but she didn’t think that was particularly wise especially if Ryan was coming home drunk, she didn’t know what he was like when he’d had a drink. She knew her mother would’ve advised her to wait.

Anna’s last few days had been every bit the nightmare she had thought it might be. Her days were filled with chores with very little time to herself. The only thing going better than she had expected was that Ryan still hadn’t attempted to consummate their marriage, in fact he hadn’t initiated any kind of sexual contact. Anna was happy about that but also found herself feeling a little put out. “Am I really that unattractive?” Anna said to herself whenever the thought came up.

Anna stood up and angrily shook her head. She hated thinking like that, she knew she didn’t need a man to find value in herself. She walked out on to the balcony. The air was cool but pleasant and as she walked to the wall and looked out over the courtyard she saw that everything was quiet. From the last few days she knew when the on campus bars kicked everyone out there would be a lot of loud drunkenness out there. She shivered as she thought about all the other women waiting for their man to come home just like herself, women who were in worse positions. She thought about Jane and wondered how she felt. She was only across the hall but she might as well been on the other side of the planet, there was no way for Anna to talk with her.

“To hell with this.” Anna stomped back inside and went towards the bedroom.

As Anna walked through the apartment she found her mind wandering back. Ryan had gone out for a walk and when he came home informed her that he was going out to the bar with some other guys that evening. Anna couldn’t and didn’t question him even if she wanted to. It was strange though, she somewhat got the impression he was hoping she would say something that convince him not to go. For a few seconds he had looked at her with longing before sighing and walking away with an order to cook him some dinner. As she cooked she found herself wanting to voice a curiosity that had plagued her since they had moved in.

“Ryan, what’s in that locked room next to the bathroom?” Anna tried to sound casual as she stirred the pot.

“Hmm?” Ryan replied without looking Anna’s way.

“The locked room next to the bathroom.” Anna repeated, “It’s been locked since we got here. Have you been in there?”

“It’s just a storage room.” Ryan replied.

Anna could only nod her head. Even as she fell back into silence she couldn’t help wondering what it was actually storing. As she took a mental tour through the apartment she couldn’t think of anything they had brought with them that was missing. She didn’t want to push the subject though, if Ryan didn’t want her to know what was in there then she simply wouldn’t know. Though she couldn’t help but find the intrigue extremely alluring.

Ryan had left shortly after dinner and Anna was left alone. She had soon found her tummy cramping and as much as she tried to hold back what was coming it was never going to last all the way until Ryan came home. At around eleven Anna could no longer hold back. She looked towards the door as if hoping for a miracle before crouching down and grunting. The back of her diaper had exploded outwards as she emptied her bowels. A feeling she hated no matter how many times it had happened.

Before walking into the bedroom Anna stopped next to that locked door. She knew it wouldn’t open but that didn’t stop her from putting a hand on the doorknob and pushing. Predictably, it didn’t budge.

Anna walked into the bedroom and looked at the changing table. She felt like if she spent too much longer in this diaper she would end up with a rash which she wanted to avoid no matter what. She knew she could expect to be punished if she did this but she didn’t feel like she had a choice. Not to mention she was angry at being left like this, she deserved more than being forgotten.

Anna pulled out a fresh diaper and some wipes. She put her hands on the edge of the changing table and then lifted herself up. Turning in mid-air Anna landed on top of the padded surface and winced as the hefty load in her disposable was spread around a bit. She was just about to lay back when she heard a bang against the front door. She lifted her head and looked towards the entrance to the room.

“Figures…” Anna muttered as she heard a key scraping against the door.

Anna quickly hopped off the changing table and quickly put the changing supplies away. As she hurried back out to the living room she felt her heart fluttering with nervousness. She really didn’t know what would greet her. She sat back down on the couch and yet again spread the waste in her diaper over her skin. Just as she leaned back in her seat the front door opened.

“I’m home!” Ryan yelled far too loudly as he stumbled through the door.

Anna remained in place without saying a word. She watched as Ryan turned around and closed the door, the effort of which seemed to nearly knock him over. He leaned against the wall next to the door for several moments. Anna thought he might actually have fallen asleep for a second before he suddenly came back to life and turned around. He staggered towards the couch where Anna sat, the young woman was worried that he had lecherous intent but he stopped halfway and sniffed.

“It smells like crap.” Ryan slurred.

“I need a diaper change.” Anna replied quietly.

“Ugh.” Ryan grunted in disgust.

Anna wanted to scream at Ryan that if he was here the cleanup would’ve been much easier. She wanted to yell at him for looking at her like that when she didn’t want any of this. She didn’t choose this life and she didn’t choose to be his wife. Her anger went further and she wanted to scream about how this was all unfair, the little devil on her shoulder told her to do it whilst the angel on the other side told her to stay quiet.

In the end Anna’s decision was made for her as Ryan stumbled towards the bedroom. He hadn’t said anything but Anna assumed it was for a much overdue diaper change. She followed her drunk husband into the bedroom and glanced nervously at the changing table hoping that nothing was out of place that might get her in trouble.

Ryan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on to the floor. He kicked his shoes off and then undid his pants, he practically fell over as he tried to pull them off and then flopped on to the bed whilst still half-dressed. His eyes closed leaving Anna awkwardly hovering near the changing table.

“I need a change.” Anna said again when it seemed like Ryan was down for the count.

“Do it yourself…” Ryan mumbled into the covers.

“What!?” Anna’s eyes widened.

There was silence in the room and Anna felt like she was perched on the edge of a building waiting to see if she would fall off it or not. She waited for Ryan to say something but soon the only sounds he was making were loud snores. She stayed on the spot as if a step in either direction would knock her over.

Anna waited for half a minute but Ryan remained deeply asleep with snores that echoed off all the walls. After all the fretting and sitting around in the uncomfortable diaper it turned out she could probably have changed herself whenever. She could count the number of times she had changed her own diaper on one hand and she had never done it with permission.

Anna pulled out the supplies she had hastily put away a couple of minutes before and lifted herself up on to the changing table. She was so dirty at this stage that she barely winced as she laid back on the padded surface. She reached to the front of her diaper and then hesitated, looking over to Ryan again she wanted to make sure this wasn’t some sort of trick but he still seemed to be asleep.

The tapes came off with a noisy tearing sound and as the soaked front of the padding slackened the smell quickly escaped. Anna hadn’t thought about how difficult it would be to change a messy diaper like this.

“Ryan?” Anna’s voice was shakier than usual. Her husband was dead to the world, it seemed like a marching band coming through the bedroom wouldn’t wake him up.

Anna sat up again and pulled the front of the diaper up over her crotch. Holding the waistband at the front and back with both hands she carefully walked out towards the hallway. It was an awkward waddle and Anna felt like she was leaving a trail of stink behind her. This felt naughty but she had been given permission to change herself…

Anna walked past the door that had been locked since the couple had arrived and went into the bathroom. The bath had a shower attachment, carefully adjusting her grip so she could hold both front and back of the diaper in one hand she used the other to turn on the water. As she waited for the shower to heat up she carefully stuck her head out of the bathroom door anxiously listening out for Ryan, he was snoring so loud Anna could hear it over the water.

Anna closed the bathroom door and stood next to the tub. Slowly and with a grimace of disgust she lowered her messy diaper between her legs. She really had no idea why males insisted on diapers when they were so gross to change, she was aware that it was a power thing but it felt like there were easier ways to assert your authority.

Anna carefully folded up the used diaper and taped it closed. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down over her body. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up towards the shower head. It was only after a few minutes that she got to the task of cleaning herself, she looked down to the brown-tinged water. It was almost hypnotic as it swirled around the drain.

The shower took a while. Anna was able to clean herself up easily enough but she wanted to spend more time under the water. She had no idea how long she stayed in the shower before stepping over the edge of the tub and out on to the bath mat. She wrapped a towel around herself and waited. She wasn’t really sure if she had done the right thing, if Ryan found out she had done something without his permission he could flip out. Anna knew if she was at home her father would’ve been apoplectic.

Once dry Anna slowly opened the bathroom door and walked out into the hallway. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard the snoring from Ryan continuing. She went into the bedroom and tip-toed around to her side of the mattress. With one of her spare diapers she made sure she was protected as she climbed into bed. She had to push one of Ryan’s legs out the way so she could lay down but he was still out of it. A fresh towel protected the pillow from her wet hair as she laid down and tried to go to sleep.

[Lost Little Neppy]

Interesting. Looking forward to Ryan putting our heroine in a stroller, maybe a pram-style one, and having her legs spread out so everyone can see how wet she is! Paci in her mouth, maybe mittens on her hands or something to keep her from trying to cover herself up.

[Elfy]

Anna wakes up to a husband who is quickly annoyed by her carelessness. That means it's time for punishment and as if that wasn't bad enough Ryan has more bad news for her.

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It took a while for Anna to fall asleep that night. It wasn’t for lack of tiredness but Ryan’s snoring seemed loud enough to wake the dead. She wasn’t surprised when she felt the mattress springs moving as Ryan got out of bed. He was groaning and when Anna turned her head she could see that he looked very rough.

“What time did I come home last night?” Ryan croaked out.

“A little after twelve.” Anna yawned and curled up under the blanket as she planned to go back to sleep.

Anna was still awake when she heard Ryan’s staggered footsteps leaving the bedroom. He was heading down the hallway towards the bathroom. She closed her eyes and was just drifting off when she was startled by Ryan’s voice shouting.

“What the hell is this!?” Ryan sounded equal parts shocked and disgusted.

Anna frowned. She had used the bathroom last night but he had told her to change herself. Was he really flipping out over water residue in the tub? Anna was just about to close her eyes again when it suddenly came to her.

“Oh my God…” Anna gasped as she slowly sat up.

“Anna!” Ryan shouted, “Get out here!”

Anna desperately didn’t want to confront the situation. She wondered if hiding under her blanket would be appropriate. After hesitating for a few seconds she threw the cover back and stood up. The diaper she had put on the previous night sagged between her legs. It was wet.

“Don’t make me come get you!” Ryan called out.

Anna swallowed as she left the bedroom in nothing but her diaper. She walked down to the bathroom on shaky legs until she was stood in the doorway. She saw Ryan standing in the middle of the room with an angry scowl on his face. On the floor between him and the tub was the soiled diaper from the previous night. Anna felt humiliated but was more worried about what might be coming.

“What’s this?” Ryan asked crossly. His voice was slightly hoarse after the previous night.

“My… My diaper.” Anna replied quietly.

“What’s it doing here?” Ryan asked. He was acting more like a parent than a husband.

“Well, I took it off when-” Anna started.

“Since when were you allowed to take your diapers off?” Ryan interrupted.

Anna looked up from the floor at Ryan. It seemed he had been so drunk he had forgotten that he had told her she could change herself. She bit her lip, it was a tricky situation because she didn’t want to be seen as arguing but at the same time she felt justified in defending herself. She had made a mistake in forgetting to dispose of her diaper but she had permission to change.

“You told me I could…” Anna said slowly, “When you came in I was… Well, I needed a change but you told me to change myself and then fell asleep.”

“I did?” Ryan frowned. It looked like he was trying to remember the previous night. It looked like it was causing him pain to do so.

There was an awkward silence.

“I’m sorry I forgot to dispose of it.” Anna finally added.

“Why’s it in here?” Ryan demanded has he seemed to recover his train of thought.

“I was really dirty and it’s not easy to change myself.” Anna felt so embarrassed.

“I didn’t tell you to have a shower.” Ryan said as he shook his head, “Get dressed, take this diaper to the trash downstairs then…”

Ryan paused. He was looking around as if trying to remember something or work out what else to say. It looked like it was causing him physical pain to use his brain, the hangover he was feeling must’ve been immense. There was a part of Anna that took a little satisfaction at his discomfort.

“Come back up and stand in the corner.” Ryan finally finished.

“In the corner?” Anna asked with a frown. She knew it was a punishment but it wasn’t something she thought she’d ever see Ryan demanding.

“Yes! Corner time!” Ryan waved his hand for Anna to hurry up, “Clearly I’ve been too lax around here.”

Anna opened her mouth to argue back but caught herself. Ryan hadn’t punished her before and when she looked at other women she would have to say she was very lucky. If he was bringing out a punishment now she didn’t want to push her luck and see what he was really capable of. He turned away from Anna and looked in the mirror above the sink, Anna could see his eyes repeatedly looking over to her as she walked forwards and picked up the used diaper. It felt cold and heavy in her hands.

Anna took the diaper out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She got dressed in an outfit she was certain would meet Ryan’s approval, a pink Hello Kitty top and a short skirt that left little to the imagination over her diaper. She had to try and get on Ryan’s good side since he was in an uncharacteristically bad mood. As she got dressed she heard Ryan walk past the doorway and out into the main living area. The faucet turned on a couple of seconds later.

“Hurry up!” Ryan called out with a croaky voice.

Anna finished adjusting her skirt and picked up the stinky diaper again. It felt even grosser now than it had done the previous night, the way it had cooled made it somehow more nauseating. It didn’t help that the smell seemed to hang around the plastic padding like a cloud. Anna held the diaper out and away from her as she left the bedroom. When she walked into the main living area she saw Ryan in the kitchen and leaning on the counter, next to him was a packet of painkillers and he had a glass of water in his hand.

Looking away Anna headed towards the front door of her apartment. It was a door she hadn’t used since she had first arrived on campus. She was just pulling it open when she was stopped by Ryan’s voice.

“I didn’t do anything else last night, did I?” Ryan asked in a small voice. If Anna didn’t know better she would’ve said there was a fearful quiver in the way that he spoke.

“What do you mean?” Anna asked as she turned to face the kitchen.

“I didn’t… try anything?” Ryan was looking at the floor, “I can’t remember a thing from last night and…”

“Nothing happened.” Anna said, “You came in, told me to change my diaper and fell asleep. That’s it.”

Anna saw a look of relief flash across Ryan’s face as he took a deep breath. He walked out from the kitchen towards Anna who took an instinctive step backwards. He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out one of her pacifiers. Anna opened her mouth just in time for the latex bulb to push past her lips.

Ryan turned around to face the counters and started making himself some breakfast. Anna fully opened the door and stepped out into the hallway feeling embarrassed as she held the pacifier between her teeth. She pulled the door closed but left it off the latch so she could get back in.

“Hello.” A female voice nearly gave Anna a heart attack. Her hands flew up in surprise and the full diaper slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor with a thud.

“Jane? Hi, what are you doing out here?” Anna put a hand over her heart as she saw her neighbor sat on the floor in front of the door across the hall. She reached up to pull the pacifier from her lips but thought better of it, instead her words were slurred slightly as if she had been the one out drinking.

“Oh, well, when Paul came home last night he didn’t…” Jane looked around. It looked like she was scared of being overheard but when she saw that no one else was around she beckoned Anna to come over before continuing in a whisper, “He said he didn’t want to share his bed and kicked me out.”

“You’ve been out here all night!?” Anna asked in shock. Her exclamation was enough to get Jane to frantically tell her to keep her voice down.

“It’s not so bad.” Jane finally continued in her whisper, “This is better than at home where I’d be outside. At least here I have the hallway.”

Anna was shocked. Jane was giving her a smile but it just made Anna pity the poor girl even more. Jane was wearing a thin nightie which didn’t really hide anything that was underneath it, her diaper was soaked. Anna’s felt the rising heat of anger as she balled up her fists. She wanted to knock on the door and tell Paul to get his act together, that Jane wasn’t some dog that he could order out of the house if he wanted to.

“Don’t.” Jane said as if reading Anna’s mind, “It’s really not that bad. It could be worse.”

Anna’s rage was impotent and she knew it. There was nothing she could do, even if she knocked on the door and gave Paul a piece of her mind it would only result in her own punishment getting worse, poor Jane would probably end up getting punished even more as well. The threat of the Finishing School remained an ever present. Tears of frustration threatened to spill over Anna’s cheeks.

“It’s not right.” Anna said as she looked away and tried to discreetly wipe her eyes. Her pacifier nearly tumbled out of her mouth.

“You’d better carry on with your business.” Jane said after a few seconds, “You don’t want to keep your husband waiting.”

It felt like an awkward goodbye. Anna didn’t want to leave Jane on the doormat and yet it was true that Ryan was expecting her back soon. She picked up her loaded diaper and stood up reluctantly, Jane gave her another small smile and a nod. Anna turned away and started walking towards the stairs. She looked back as she reached the stairs to see Jane laying down across her apartment’s doormat.

The building’s dumpsters were in a little space to the side of the building where they were hidden from sight. Anna walked around holding her shameful package and averted her eyes whenever she passed someone which was thankfully infrequently on that early morning.

Once Anna had dropped her stinky diaper in the dumpster she went back up to the apartment. She expected to see Jane and have another awkward encounter but she wasn’t there anymore, Anna hoped she had finally been allowed inside. Walking back into her own apartment she saw that Ryan had got into his dressing gown and stretched out on the couch. He gestured to the corner when she had closed the door.

Anna wanted to argue against the punishment but she didn’t. After seeing Jane that morning a little time spent in the corner seemed much more tolerable. She still felt humiliated as she traipsed across the living room and to the corner. She was next to the television so knew Ryan would have his eye on her. With her pacifier pressed into the corner of two walls she let out a huff and waited.

Anna had no idea how long she was supposed to stand there but she faced the walls and sighed. She was thankful that the TV was on quietly, it meant she wasn’t quite left alone with her thoughts. She was bored within a couple of minutes and after five it felt like torture to remain in place. She shifted her weight back and forth impatiently. It wasn’t like she had a lot of things to be doing but having to stay in one place quietly like this was against Anna’s nature.

Anna didn’t dare turn to look at Ryan but when she heard snoring coming from the couch she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder. Ryan had fallen asleep. This presented a problem for Anna who hadn’t been told to leave the corner and had no idea how much longer she was supposed to stay there for.

“Unbelievable…” Anna muttered to herself.

Anna loudly cleared her throat hoping that Ryan would wake up but he was snoring loudly and didn’t react to her. She leaned forwards so her forehead rested on the wall and wondered what she should do. After a minute of thinking she decided she really had to stay in place, seeing Jane had shaken her and she was desperate to avoid antagonizing her husband.

Anna felt her diaper warming. She hadn’t really felt the need to go all that strongly as the pee splashed out of her and against the padding. She had nothing to do except think as she flexed her muscles a little bit, it was already getting uncomfortable to stand in one spot like this.

Time stretched on interminably. Anna couldn’t stop herself from thinking, she had nothing else to do after all. Her mind went to the same place it always did in times like this and that was what life was like everywhere else. Anna wondered what she would be doing right then if she was anywhere but Sallas. She could see herself as a student at a college rather than a glorified maid, she would be studying something that would lead to a career, something like medicine. She would be experimenting, maybe she’d have a boyfriend, hell maybe she’d even have a girlfriend. She really had no idea what she would be doing but she was sure it was better than this.

There was no way for Anna to easily tell the time from here but it felt like at least half an hour had to have passed. She found herself bending and flexing her legs just to try and stretch them a bit, even her jaw was starting to ache from the pacifier in her mouth. Ryan was still fast asleep so she decided to take a risk and lowered herself down until she was sitting on the floor. She was still facing the wall and hoped that would be enough for her husband. The expanded padding of her diaper provided a nice pillow.

Anna leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She was still a little tired herself and it wasn’t long before she was dozing off in the corner herself. It was just as she was properly falling asleep that a loud ringtone made her jump. Ryan’s snoring ended suddenly and Anna heard him grabbing the phone.

“Hello?” Ryan’s voice sounded rough. A combination of the hangover and sudden wake up.

Anna managed to contain her curiosity and prevent herself from turning around. She stayed exactly where she was though, she didn’t want to stand up and draw attention to the fact she had changed position.

“I did? Right… No, it’s no problem… Yeah… Cool.” Ryan said into the phone, “Yeah, about six? Alright, see you then.”

Anna heard a tone as Ryan hung up the phone. The couch creaked slightly as Ryan sat up and although Anna couldn’t see anything she knew her husband was staring at the back of her head.

“I must’ve fallen asleep.” Ryan eventually said, “How long was I out for?”

“I don’t know.” Anna replied truthfully without turning from the wallpaper in front of her.

“You’ve… You’ve been in the corner the whole time?” Ryan asked.

“I have.” Anna replied.

“Alright, I only meant to give you five minutes… You better come out. We’ve got some preparations to do.” Ryan stood up and scratched his chest.

Anna stood up and twisted side to side. She felt her back complaining as she stretched it out. She saw Ryan looking at her a little guiltily. She wasn’t worried about that though, she was focusing on one word that Ryan had said in particular.

“Preparations?” Anna asked.

“Apparently I agreed to host Paul and Jane this evening.” Ryan said with a shrug, “I don’t really remember it but then most of last night is a blank.”

Anna bit her lip. She didn’t know which part sounded least appealing to her. Hosting a small dinner party sounded daunting, she certainly wouldn’t have chosen Paul as a guest either. She found herself wondering what she was going to wear and cook and…

Anna chastised herself. “Don’t be so pathetic.” Anna thought, “Immediately falling into the role of housewife, where’s your fight?” Anna walked out of the living room and back towards the bedroom. She was resolved not to care, she didn’t want guests, she didn’t want to be a wife and she certainly didn’t want to have to worry herself over these things.

“I’ll go out and get some stuff for dinner.” Ryan called out, “Is there anything you want to cook?”

Anna didn’t reply. She got into her side of the bed and faced away from the door. She expected Ryan to come down the hallway demanding an answer or punishing her but instead she heard movement in the living room. There was a metallic jangling as Ryan scooped up his keys and then the front door opened and closed. Anna was pleasantly surprised and used the time to open her bedside cabinet and pull out her old photo album. She sighed as she started leafing through the pages.

Whilst Anna laid down and looked at the old photos of her smiling parents she felt another warming inside her diaper. She reached down with her free hand and felt the wet padding. She sighed, she needed a change but she didn’t want to wait again.

“Screw it.” Anna said as she sat up and put her book down.

After everything that had happened from the previous evening spent in a messy diaper to today’s punishment Anna felt like she deserved to change herself. She stood up and marched over to the changing table. She got the supplies out and hopped up on to the padded surface.

“I doubt Ryan would even notice.” Anna muttered to herself, “I’ll just put this in the trash and he’ll never know.”

Anna pulled at the tapes of her diaper before she could change her mind. This felt very different to the previous night when she had been desperate for a change and could justify that she had permission, she could’ve waited and she could’ve asked for a change. This was an act of defiance and she knew it.

As Anna lowered the front of her diaper she pulled out some wipes and started to clean her diaper area. The smile that spread across her face from her act of rebellion disappeared when she heard the front door again. Anna froze with her old diaper still open between her legs and holding the new one. She looked to the bedroom door as footsteps came closer.

“Anna, do you know if-” Ryan had pushed open the door and was looking over at the changing table. He froze as he saw Anna in the middle of a change.

Anna didn’t know what to do. She felt like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She looked over at Ryan with eyes the size of dinner plates. Anna expected an explosion of anger at any moment, she tensed up and the longer Ryan remained silent the more she was sure he would explode in a fury.

“Do you know if Jane has any food allergies?” Ryan asked quietly.

“What?” Anna was so surprised she wasn’t being shouted at it took her a moment to process what she was hearing, “Oh, erm, no. I don’t know.”

“Right.” Ryan looked conflicted.

Anna could see Ryan looking all over the room. There seemed to be a deep conflict raging in Ryan and Anna could only look on as she awaited her sentence. She would almost have preferred him to be shouting at her than this silence that kept her on tenterhooks.

“I’ll be back soon.” Ryan finally said quietly. He left the room and closed the door behind him.

Anna was shocked. She was sure this must be some kind of trick and didn’t move a muscle until she heard the front door open and close again. She dropped back against the padded table and took a deep breath. She had been married to Ryan for weeks now but she still didn’t think she understood him in the slightest.

After a couple of minutes Anna realised she should probably finish her change before she had an accident and gave yet another reason for Ryan to punish her. She reached down and pulled the diaper up and over her crotch before taping it closed. She hadn’t changed her diapers before and yet now she had done it twice in two days. Strange things were happening.

 

[kerry]

Strange things indeed. I don't think I understand Ryan in the slightest either.

[Elfy]

Anna wakes up to a husband who is quickly annoyed by her carelessness. That means it's time for punishment and as if that wasn't bad enough Ryan has more bad news for her.

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Ryan bought ingredients for a Bolognese and was walking slowly home. He was deep in thought, so deep in fact that he didn’t even notice the lamp post he walked into. As some nearby people smirked at his distraction he walked over to a nearby low wall and sat down. He pulled a bottle of water out of the bag and drank some, his hangover wasn’t making that day any easier.

With half the bottle drank Ryan put the top on and put it back in the plastic bag. He wasn’t used to drinking and he had definitely overdone it the previous night. He had been planning to put in his appearance, have a few drinks and then quietly leave but it didn’t quite work out like that.

Men in Sallas were expected to behave a certain way and not conforming was very ill-advised. The measure of a man’s worth was almost entirely down to how “alpha” he was, in practice this meant being one of the boys and not showing any weakness. Consequently when Ryan was told by Paul that the others were whispering about him he knew he had to squash the rumors before they got out of hand. It wasn’t an overreaction to say his future hung in the balance.

One drink had turned into two which turned into three and so on. Just being there to say hello and then leaving wasn’t going to cut it. Ryan wanted that job as an executive in his father’s company more than anything but he knew certain behaviour was expected of him. If news reached his dad that Ryan was either unable to control his woman or acted strangely with the other guys he knew his career would stall before it even began.

Ryan was sure his father would hear about what was going on as well. Harold was a major donor to the college and Ryan had no doubt he would have people watching him to make sure he stayed on the straight and narrow. Ryan was an investment as far as his father was concerned, at least that was how he felt. He had been brought up specifically to take over the business when his father retired. He wouldn’t ever forget Harold telling him that had Ryan been born a girl he would keep having kids until he got the son he wanted.

With that being the case Ryan had to keep up with everyone else’s drinking and act as obnoxious as they did. In this society sticking out was the worst possible thing you could do whether male or female so Ryan had tried to blend into the group. Most of the night was a blur and there were giant patches of nothingness in his memory but judging from some of the messages on his phone it seemed people enjoyed his company. He wished his drunken self hadn’t invited Paul over for a meal though, of all the men that were drinking Paul was by far the most obnoxious. He was loud, brash and wanted everyone to know he was in charge. In a room full of “alpha males” Paul wanted to stand head and shoulders above everyone else.

Ryan was glad no one could see what was happening in his apartment. He looked up at the sky and stretched his neck muscles as he wondered what to do with Anna. He felt constantly stressed and exhausted by everything and he knew he wasn’t doing enough at home. Walking in on Anna changing her own diaper had certainly been a shock for him. He should’ve punished her and yet…

Despite wanting to stay out all day he knew he couldn’t. Taking all the time he could he walked back from the store towards his apartment. It was halfway through his walk that he almost missed a scene happening right in front of him because of how distracted he was. A woman was walking the way Ryan had come from. She was wearing the harness all women were supposed to wear, the nametag saying who her man was and had a pacifier in her mouth. As this woman walked past a group of young men one of them stuck his foot out and deliberately tripped her up.

“Ugh.” The woman hit the ground hard and her pacifier came spilling out of her mouth. It skidded along the pavement until it was just in front of Ryan.

“You should watch where you’re going, bitch.” The man who tripped her said to laughter from his friends.

The woman got back to her feet slowly but kept her eyes to the ground. She had scrapes on both of her hands but that didn’t stop her from looking towards those that had assaulted her and bowing at them a little. The men just laughed at her subservience. She started gathering up the shopping that had spilled out of the bags she was carrying.

Ryan bent down and picked the pink pacifier up. He wiped off some grit that had attached itself but the butterfly design on the button in the middle was scraped half off. He looked up to see the woman looking at him as if she were an antelope approaching a lion. She looked absolutely terrified.

“I think this is yours.” Ryan said as he held out the pacifier.

The woman reached out with a shaking hand and took the pacifier with a wince. She quickly stepped back as if she was expecting some kind of trick. She looked at Ryan with surprise when he didn’t move.

“Th-thank you.” The woman muttered barely audibly.

Without another second’s hesitation the woman put the pacifier back in her mouth and hurried off towards the apartments as fast her thickly diapered butt would let her. Ryan looked forwards again and saw the men who had been making fun of her looking at him with curiosity. Ryan looked away and started walking past them and back to his apartment. He ignored the whispers he heard as he went by the group of men.

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Anna stood over the pan of delicious smelling Bolognese and cursed herself for giving in. She was dressed in one of her nicer dresses which was still ridiculously childish by regular standards. The bottom of the dress didn’t cover the bottom of her diaper which was thankfully dry. The pale yellow garment had frilly white shoulder sections that were much puffier than the rest. Anna had her hair in pigtails, a request from Ryan, and a pacifier between her lips.

“Is everything ready?” Ryan asked as he walked through from the bathroom to the living area.

“Nearly.” Anna replied around the mouth-filling bulb.

“They’ll be here any minute.” Ryan said.

“I know… I can’t make it cook any faster.” Anna mumbled impatiently.

Anna turned around to see her husband standing at the window. He was wearing a smart cotton shirt and a pair of tan pants. He was biting his fingernails and if Anna didn’t know any better she would think Ryan was nervous. As if he had anything to be nervous about, Anna was the one who had to walk on eggshells. Ryan had lectured her extensively on what to do and what not to do. The only reason Anna wasn’t totally freaking out was the expectation of seeing Jane again. She was excited to see her if for no other reason than making sure she was OK.

The shrill noise of the doorbell rang out around the apartment and made both Anna and Ryan jump. Anna turned back to the food as Ryan hurried over to the door. Anna swallowed hard and stirred the food as the door opened behind her.

“Ryan!” Paul’s voice was loud and commanding, “How are you, man? Recovered from last night?”

“Just about.” Ryan replied.

The two men laughed and although Anna hadn’t turned around to see what was happening she heard the door close. She furtively looked over her shoulder to see if Jane was there, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Anna’s heart sank.

“Is Jane not joining us?” Ryan asked as if reading Anna’s mind.

“She’ll be here in a few. She has a couple of chores to finish up.” Paul replied before continuing with a raised voice, “Hey! Woman! Bring us some drinks!”

Anna swallowed hard but said nothing as she quickly hurried to the fridge. Her disgust at being ordered around like this was less than her fear of the men giving the orders. She got two bottles of beer out and walked over to the table to place them down before immediately returning to the cooking. In truth there was little left to do for the meal but she didn’t want to serve before Jane got there.

As Anna absentmindedly stirred the Bolognese she suddenly felt herself wetting her diaper. She licked her lips and reached down to try to pull her ridiculously short skirt down a bit, it didn’t work. There was simply no way that the strip of clothing that constituted her skirt would hide what was underneath.

The doorbell rang again and Anna jumped. The urine which had bent gently flowing out suddenly squirted into her padding. For a second she didn’t move thinking that since the men were closer they could get the door, it didn’t take long for her to realise the mistake she had made. Anna put down the kitchen utensils and hurried out past the table to the door. The men were already in discussion about something business related, it didn’t mean anything to Anna save for the fact that she was grateful their attention was on each other rather than her.

Anna opened the front door with a smile. She was fully ready to see a friendly face but what she saw on the other side of the door shocked her completely. Her eyes opened wide as she stood staring at the cringing form of Jane.

“Hi…” Jane muttered quietly.

Jane was dressed in an extreme manner even for Sallas. There wasn’t a hint of adulthood in her outfit. Jane looked like she was triple-diapered with her padding bulging out everywhere to an extreme degree. The pink onesie she was wearing seemed to barely contain what was underneath it and there was an almost comically large pacifier between her lips. Jane’s hair was braided and placed in pigtails that ended in little ribbons.

“Is that Jane?” Paul shouted from the kitchen table.

Anna couldn’t respond. The only person she considered a friend was standing in front of her in the most humiliatingly infantile outfit she had yet seen. Jane must have known she made quite a sight as her head dropped to look at the floor. Anna could see the shame Jane felt about how she was dressed, the shimmering eyes and rosy cheeks betrayed her attempts at remaining stoic.

“What are you doing over there?” It was Paul shouting again. He had only been there a few minutes but he was already acting like he owned the place, “If it’s Jane let them in otherwise tell whoever it is to fu-”

“It’s Jane.” Anna said simply as she stepped back and held the door open.

Jane shuffled inside and then dropped on to her hands and knees. Anna could only stare as Jane’s massive rear pointed towards her showing the straining buttons of the onesie, Jane started crawling into the apartment. As Jane crawled unsteadily towards the table Anna looked up at the two men sitting at it, she saw Paul smirking and leaning back in his chair whilst Ryan’s eyes were just like Anna’s.

“I hope dinner isn’t burning…” Paul locked eyes with Anna for just a second.

Anna looked away and hurried around to the kitchen. Dinner wasn’t burning but with Jane here there was no longer any reason to put off serving the food. She silently dished out the food to four plates whilst trying not to dwell on what she had just seen. Behind her conversation was turning to Jane which interested Anna much more than the business chat.

“So what’s the story there?” Ryan asked. Anna didn’t need to turn around to know he was referring to Jane.

“Oh, the bitch?” The way Paul tossed out his comments made Anna’s skin crawl.

“Yeah.” Ryan said after a few seconds.

“She’s been getting ideas above her station.” Paul said, “I’m just putting her back in her place.”

“I see…” Ryan said quietly.

Anna brought two of the plates over to the table. She was smart enough to make sure it was the two men who were served first. As she put down Paul’s plate he tapped her rear end. Anna had to fight back the urge to swing at him. She had to keep repeating to herself that she had to keep her cool.

“Make sure Jane’s food is in a bowl.” Paul said with another smirk.

“A… bowl?” Anna repeated slowly.

Paul nodded his head and tapped Anna on the butt a couple more times to dismiss her. Anna went back to the kitchen and got a bowl out of the cupboard. After giving it a quick rinse she carefully transferred one of the remaining plates of food into the bowl. She then carried the plate and bowl over to the table.

“Thank you.” Paul took the bowl from Anna before she had the chance to put it down herself. Paul placed the bowl in front of Jane and then took the cutlery away.

“What are you…” Ryan started to say quietly.

“You can’t expect such helpless babies to feed themselves.” Paul chuckled as he took Jane’s cutlery.

Jane looked around the table with a look of hopelessness in her eyes. She looked at Paul once more looking for pity that wasn’t there. Anna was sitting opposite the poor young woman and could only look on as Jane looked down at the bowl with resignation.

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15 hours ago, Elfy said:

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[igel]

Curious question, first a little back ground. This far we know that Sallas is an alpha male world where your success partially is measured in how disciplined your woman is. The more child and baby like behavior in a woman the better, even if they are expected to be house wives. A high level of baby paraphernalia that make them look like toddlers especially if they are seen by other males, in private or in public. Diapers are by norm. Body modifications demanded by rich husbands seams to be common.

  Back to the question, how common is it in Sallas that men make their wives bowel incontinent. It must be seen as one of the outmost baby behavior, and then a status climber for the husband, if his wife totally out of control soils herself at a dinner party.     

[zzzz50]

Even though this is not a society that I would condone or wish to participate in I find the story interesting and somewhat thought provoking. I would like to hear how Anna felt about being adopted into this world at 10 years old and already potty trained, that surely had to be traumatic. A couple of other thoughts, is it possible that Ryan is Gay and that is why he has not consummated his marriage? We can only speculate that if women are treated this way how bad would it be for a gay man? If all women are infantilized wouldn’t the humiliation have less impact on them? One last thought, would rich men really want to change diapers? Wouldn’t they hire someone, say women that were sent for re-education and are outcast in society? I am enjoying the story and look forward to future chapters, thanks for the great writing!

[Elfy]

On 11/27/2022 at 10:13 PM, igel said:

Back to the question, how common is it in Sallas that men make their wives bowel incontinent. It must be seen as one of the outmost baby behavior, and then a status climber for the husband, if his wife totally out of control soils herself at a dinner party. 

An interesting question. I believe I've said that most women are left un-potty trained until they are married and then it is up to the husband whether he wants to train her or not. The positive of not training is, as you stay, prestige. Women are basically seen as an accessory or trophy and as such men essentially "customise" them and the more childish they are kept the more control they are seen to have. The downside is having to change all those diapers! That's something I think most Sallas men would hate to do. In my mind it is only the most powerful or rich who can afford hired help that might keep their women totally incontinent. For instance, Paul, is the heir to a major company in the same way Ryan is. He may have to change diapers now but in the long term he can pay someone else to do that, in the meantime he is getting a lot of respect and credit for keeping Jane as he does.

That's my interpretation but I'm always happy if someone else has different thoughts!

@zzzz50

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Even though this is not a society that I would condone or wish to participate in I find the story interesting and somewhat thought provoking. I would like to hear how Anna felt about being adopted into this world at 10 years old and already potty trained, that surely had to be traumatic.

Anna would've been devastated for a lot of different reasons. Firstly, her parents have just died! Obviously that is terrible for her. Then she would find out she isn't going home and then is adopted. With all that happening she then has to adapt into Sallas society. Obviously the family she went to is strict, diapers would've immediately become an everyday thing for her and that would be humiliating. In my mind, it's why Anna can have a stubborn or hard-headed streak. She went through A LOT and that left her tougher but obviously vulnerable. But yeah, she basically lost everyone she knew and was thrown into a very different society at ten-years-old and that would have a huge effect no anyone.

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A couple of other thoughts, is it possible that Ryan is Gay and that is why he has not consummated his marriage? We can only speculate that if women are treated this way how bad would it be for a gay man?

I won't confirm or deny what may or may not happen in the story. I will say that Sallas would not be at all progressive on LGBT matters. Any society that enforces very strict roles on people isn't going to be progressive. Gay men would be ostracised in much the same way that "beta" males are (I don't agree with terms like "alpha" and "beta" in real life but it saves time describing people as such in the story). Lesbians would be forced to stay in the closet since women are so controlled they would never get to experiment or really even meet another woman. Transgender people would have it just as rough. FtM trans people would be treated harshly because the it would be seen as women "getting ideas above their station" and MtF trans people either would be put off by reducing their status but would also be seen as incredibly weak. To put it simply, anyone that doesn't follow the strictly defined social rules is not going to have a good time.

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If all women are infantilized wouldn’t the humiliation have less impact on them?

I think you are probably right for the most part. We'll see some women are more accepting of their position than others but for the more independently minded, like Anna, it would always be humiliating. I think Anna in particular will struggle with the humiliation simply because she nkows there is a better society outside Sallas. Every time she messes herself or is embarrassed she'll know this isn't how it is supposed to be compared to some women who have never known better and may be brainwashed.

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One last thought, would rich men really want to change diapers? Wouldn’t they hire someone, say women that were sent for re-education and are outcast in society?

See my answer at the top of the most But essentially: No, some men don't want to change diapers and others, who can afford to, would hire help.

Thanks for the questions I enjoy getting to expand on my stories like this and I hope I answered your questions! As always, I'm happy for people to interpret things differently if they prefer.

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[Elfy]

The dinner party is underway and Anna is on edge. She is very worried about Jane but with Paul and Ryan there she can't do anything. Eventually she is able to get away from the table but things hardly get any easier and Jane is forced into a difficult position to try and keep Jane safe.

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Anna heard Jane let out a small sob as Paul started feeding her like a baby. She opened and closed her mouth almost mechanically as the fork came towards her all whilst Paul made snide comments about how hopeless and useless she was. Anna could only watch as Jane chewed and seemingly swallowed the food with difficulty. She would then have to wait until Paul deigned to feed her some more and instead ate his own food.

Anna watched with disgust, not at her friend but at Paul for forcing this situation. Paul didn’t seem nearly as worried by it though, he was laughing heartily. He even brought out a phone for a picture. The pacifier that had dropped from Jane’s mouth before the first mouthful of dinner now bounced awkwardly on the front of the pink onesie.

Anna’s appetite had deserted her but she forced herself to pick up her cutlery and start eating. The conversation was yet again picked up between the two men as Anna ate quietly and tried not to look across the table to where Jane was occasionally fed like a helpless infant. It didn’t help that Paul deliberately missed her mouth a few times and smeared food all over her face. After only a few mouthfuls sauce was spread around Jane’s mouth and she didn’t dare wipe it away.

“We’ll have to get you a bib.” Paul said gruffly but with clear amusement, “Something that says “Daddy’s Messy Eater” am I right, Ryan?”

As Paul laughed Ryan choked out a not too convincing laugh of his own. Anna looked across to him and could see he wasn’t much more comfortable than she was, if Paul had even an ounce of self-awareness she was sure he would’ve noticed that. She wondered exactly why Ryan was uncomfortable.

Anna felt so helpless but desperately wanted to help her friend. All she could do was reach her foot under the table and gently touch Jane’s leg. She just wanted Jane to know she wasn’t alone. Jane gave her a weak smile but it did little to disguise her humiliation.

The meal seemed to take an age when all Anna wanted to do was leave the table. When the plates were finally empty she was grateful to take them away but a little fearful of what was to come next. When Ryan said that the men had things to talk about and the women could go off elsewhere it wasn’t a moment too soon.

“M-May we go to the bedroom?” Anna asked Ryan as she looked down at the floor.

“I suppose so.” Ryan said. He looked a little unsure about why he was even being asked

“Why’d you want the privacy? You two going to kiss?” Paul laughed heartily. Anna forced a smile on to her face as if what he had said was actually funny.

“No.” Anna answered shortly. She knew her attitude could get her into trouble but Paul was too busy laughing at his own little joke to notice.

“Alright, you two girls have fun.” Paul gave both Jane and Anna more pats on their diapers as they turned away from the table.

Anna took Jane’s hand and pulled her as quickly away from the table as seemed prudent. She had tears in her eyes as the two of them walked away from the living room and over to the master bedroom. Anna pulled Jane inside and then shut the door behind them. She leaned back against the wood and slipped down to the floor in emotional exhaustion.

“You’re allowed to close the door?” Jane asked quietly. She seemed in awe, as if she had witnessed some fantastic act.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Anna replied.

“Paul says he wants me to be able to check on me whenever, make sure I’m not scheming or something.” Jane said, “I thought that was normal…”

“Jesus Christ…” Anna muttered under her breath as she looked down, “Are you alright?”

“Sure.” Jane replied suddenly and brightly. It seemed well-rehearsed but Anna wasn’t buying it.

“He makes you dress up like that a lot?” Anna asked, “Please, sit down, make yourself at home in here.”

“Thanks.” Jane perched on the edge of the mattress. Like a prey animal she seemed ready to spring up at a moment’s notice, “And only when Master says I need to be punished. Which is… quite often recently. I can’t seem to make him happy.”

“That asshole.” Anna growled.

“Anna!” Jane looked shocked and horrified, “What if they hear you!?”

“You’re safe in here.” Anna said. She stood up and came across to the bed, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you here.”

Jane smiled but it was entirely superficial. Anna could see that the young woman in front of her didn’t believe her at all. She could hardly blame her, if the men decided to burst in there wasn’t really anything she could do. It seemed like the right thing to say though and she certainly wished it were true.

Anna invited Jane to talk about herself. It was like getting blood out of a stone though, she was clearly not used to having someone be interested in them. Slowly but surely Anna managed to get Jane to open up a little. She learned that Jane had been born in Sallas and had never left her hometown until she got married, coincidentally she was married on the same day as Anna in a similar ceremony at a different school. Jane faltered when asked about her aspirations, like most women in Sallas she didn’t have any other than to be a good wife and mother.

Anna genuinely liked Jane. She was extremely shy and withdrawn but the more they talked the more Anna started seeing the real Jane. The timid woman could be funny, sweet and a wonderful conversation partner. If circumstances were different Anna could see the two of them painting the town red, instead they were trapped at the mercy of their husbands.

For half an hour or so it almost felt like everything was normal. They talked about anything and everything but after the first enquiries they avoided the topic of their current situations.  Anna noticed after a little while that Jane, whilst still smiling and joining in the conversation was wincing slightly.

“Is everything OK?” Anna asked with a concerned frown.

“Yeah, I just…” Jane looked nervous. She sighed and continued bashfully, “I just need to poop.”

“Oh, well…” Anna muttered.

“Master told me not to do anything that might mean I need a diaper change.” Jane moaned as she cringed again, “He doesn’t want to be bothered. He doesn’t want me to embarrass him.”

“But he put you in this situation.” Anna frowned, “He can’t expect you to pause your bodily functions for him.”

“He’ll get mad.” Jane replied. She shook her head, “He’ll punish me if I fail him.”

“But if you need to go…” Anna started.

“I can’t!” Jane suddenly looked very fearful, “I have to hold it!”

“Alright, alright.” Anna said with a sigh.

The conversation rather petered out as Anna didn’t know what to say or do. Jane eventually got up and started pacing up and down in front of the bed, it was clear she wasn’t going to make it much further. Anna was growing increasingly mad at Paul for everything that was happening. She was doubly annoyed because she was just starting to see the real Jane that was hidden beneath so much fear and control. As soon as a situation arose where Jane might disobey an order, however stupid Anna found that order to be, she reverted straight back to the timid little housewife Paul had created.

“Look, Paul probably knew you wouldn’t be able to last.” Anna said. She was practically begging for Jane to just use her diaper so that she wouldn’t be in pain anymore, “It’s going to happen…”

“Master wants me to-” Jane started.

“Stop calling him Master!” Anna stood up now. She wasn’t angry at Jane but she was exasperated, “He’s just a person like you.”

“I… I…” Jane looked like she was short-circuiting. It was like there was too much going on for her mind to handle and she was grinding to a halt.

“Look, my changing table is in here.” Anna pointed to the padded table she had been changed on so many times already, “Use your diaper and I’ll change you. Paul will never need to know.”

Jane was looking at the table and biting her bottom lip. It was obvious to Anna that the other woman was extremely tempted but her need to follow the rules, even unfair ones, was holding her back.

“If Mas-… Paul catches us we’ll be in so much trouble.” Jane gasped. The cramping must’ve been causing her so much pain, “He could send us for to a re-education camp…”

“He won’t.” Anna said with authority she had no reason to have, “He won’t catch us. They’re in the living room drinking and whatever, it’ll be over before you know it and no one will even know.”

Anna watched Jane sink down to her knees and bend over forwards. Regardless of what she was going to do afterwards it was clear she wouldn’t be able to hold on forever and as she audibly took in a deep breath Anna knew what was happening. Jane quietly grunted as she filled her diaper. With the thickness of the padding it was impossible to see what was happening but Anna was certain. For several seconds Jane remained on the floor pushing and softly grunting.

“I… I think…” Jane whispered when she was finished and she started getting up to her feet. Her bottom lip was trembling.

Anna put her hand gently on Jane’s back causing the guest to jump. Out of nowhere Jane turned around and suddenly pulled Jane into a hug. Anna was shocked at the sudden display of affection but as she heard Jane sniffing and her body shaking she knew her friend was very upset. She wrapped her arms around Jane who was now shaking all over.

“It’s OK, everything will be fine.” Anna whispered, “Look, you don’t have to be alone.”

Anna pulled herself back from Jane and acted before she could even think about what she was doing. She didn’t want Jane to be alone in a messy diaper, she wanted to make the poor woman remember that she wasn’t the only one suffering these hardships. That Anna was her sister in suffering.

With nary a second thought Anna closed her eyes and crouched slightly. She pushed down with all her tummy muscles and for a couple of seconds nothing happened. It was true she felt no burning desire to poop and she certainly didn’t want to fill her disposable but it felt like she should show some kind of solidarity with her friend.

Anna pushed down and after letting out a rumbling fart she felt soft poop squeeze out of her and into her diaper. She felt the stickiness spread out over her skin but there wasn’t a lot there. When she straightened back up she could feel the back of the padding stick to her butt. She opened her eyes and despite a grimace she shrugged towards Jane.

“Now… how about we change you?” Anna asked Jane.

“Are you sure?” Jane replied anxiously.

“I can get it done in just a minute or two. Ryan and Paul will never know.” Anna said with confidence.

Jane still seemed unsure but after a quick look to the door she nodded her head and let out a nervous little laugh. The women went over to the changing table. Anna unsnapped Jane’s onesie since it would be difficult for the woman to do herself thanks to the bulkiness of the diaper she was wearing.

“You’re a good friend.” Jane whispered as she climbed up on to the table and laid back.

“I’m just doing what any friend would…” Anna replied as she took her place at the food of the table.

Anna wasn’t sure that was true but it was what she would do. She glanced over to the door and hoped Ryan could keep Paul occupied. She carefully pulled on the diaper’s tapes and slowly removed them. She had to take it slowly to stop from making too much noise. There were three layers of diaper to get through but Anna knew immediately when she had lowered the final layer as the smell got much worse.

“I’m sorry.” Jane was wincing and looked on the verge of a panic attack.

“It’s fine.” Anna said as she lowered the front of the diaper between Jane’s legs, “It’s not your fault. Let’s just get this done.”