Les Lea Posted July 16, 2023 Share Posted July 16, 2023 TYME is on your side I’m standing at my bedroom window looking out at the view. Since we came here eight weeks ago I have to admit this place is completely different from our old apartment. Before my bedroom view overlooked a small communal garden (dumping ground) and into the back of a row of other apartments hardly fifty yards away. We lived on the third floor, in a five story block less than half a mile from the town centre. The neighbourhood was a bit on the rough side but I didn’t mind because that’s where I’d grown up and where all my friends are... were. The school was less than a ten minute walk away and I was a happy and popular kid in class. However, a few weeks ago both my parents got new jobs. I didn’t know they’d been looking for anything different so it came as a bit of a surprise when they announced one morning that in the school’s summer break, we’d be moving to a new location – miles and miles away I’d come to the end of 6th Grade and the following term, now I’m almost twelve (well in six months), I’d be moving up. I was looking forward to going with all my mates and because of that the thought of a new school wasn’t so scary. The announcement of the move had me worried and I cried that I didn’t want to leave, even having a hissy-fit, demanding that I be left with the neighbours so I could stay with all my buddies. Both my parents tried to soothe my stress and said that this was a terrific opportunity that they couldn’t afford to let pass, and it was a relatively new town in a wonderful part of the country. Everything, they emphasised, was geared for young families and we’d have a better house and a lot better standard of living. None of that meant anything to me if I wasn’t going to be with my friends. The start of the summer break was fantastic but at the back of my mind was the fact that we’d soon be moving and I’d probably never see these guys from the neighbourhood again. So when not out with them I was at home complaining about the up-coming move. I was adamant I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t know that it was a done deal and no amount of my protestations or grumpiness was going to alter the fact... we would be moving. We moved and that was six weeks ago. # Now, as I looked out from my bedroom over the fields and off into the countryside I had to admit that dad was correct - this part of the country is beautiful. Everything’s new and exciting, not least because I got my own bedroom and it was at least twice as large as my old one. Back at the old apartment I shared with my three year old brother Josh, which wasn’t ideal, what with there being such an age gap. He was still being potty trained so there was a constant odour of pee about the place, and the piles of diapers did nothing to make me feel in the least bit like a boy who was about to move up a level at school. Oh how things change in such a short time. As I look out of my window at this fine early morning it’s me standing wearing a wet diaper with plastic pants trying their best to hold it all up. I’m eleven and a half years old and surprisingly started waking up soaked on the first morning we arrived here and I don’t know why. I have to admit I was still not in the best mood and resented being taken away from all that I knew to somewhere strange and unknown. I didn’t like it and was still pouting even after I’d been shown my new room. In fact, compared to our old apartment the new house was unbelievable; all the latest mod-cons. Smart devices everywhere; you could command ‘Mimi’ do this that or the other; to turn lights on and off, play music or answer questions by simply asking. The house was large and every room spacious, it had a garden, as did all the houses on our street, that went back about thirty feet, which in turn led onto fields and had countryside in the distance. It was all so perfect but of course I was upset so stomped around behaving badly and generally being nasty to everyone about everything. I was completely disrespectful to my parents and poor little Joshy didn’t know why I wouldn’t play with him. I was getting on everyone’s nerves, which in truth was what I wanted in the hope they’d send me back to my buddies. However, when I woke up wet after that first night I was somewhat shocked and found it difficult to explain myself. Mom and dad deliberated on it and decided it was a mixture of nerves, anxiety, hormones and upset but that I should be over it in a matter of days. However, mom’s initial thought, I was just being difficult and trying to prove a point, made her attitude towards me harden. After the second and third night of it happening she insisted, despite my absolute refusal, I wear a diaper to sleep in from then on. “Until you’re over this little bit of trauma,” was the way she interpreted it but of course I made a big fuss about being treated like Josh. She was unsympathetic to my argument. “If you wet like Josh then you’ll be treated like Josh” was her assessment of the situation. She was taking no temper tantrum or dispute with what she’d decided and dad wasn’t a reliable ally as he’d once been. So, like my baby brother, I was made to wear a diaper at night. It didn’t sit well with me but at least it kept the laundry down to a minimum. I suppose mom must have spoken into ‘Mimi’ and ordered extra supplies of diapers for Josh and me because some arrived that evening right on cue for bedtime. Of course I made life as awkward as possible but mom wasn’t having it and said that if I didn’t wear one she’d just leave my smelly pee-soaked bed and I could lie in that for ever as far as she was concerned. Dad on the other-hand simply said if I didn’t wear one he’d spank my hide, something he’d never threatened before. He got my attention and that night mom fitted me, like she did Josh, into a soft fabric diaper and plastic pants. It was certainly the grumpiest bed time I’d ever had but my resentment was softened slightly by the fact that the diaper was incredibly soft... that was... to begin with. I also think there was a bit of punishment in there because they were both getting more than a little annoyed with my insolence and not giving the new place a chance. Unfortunately, with the threat of a spanking, which I’d never had in my life, ‘I’ decided to wear one at night... so that was another thing to hate this place about. That first night, despite the initial softness, I tossed and turned and wondered how Josh could sleep wearing such a mass around his little willy because I was as fidgety as hell. Of course it didn’t help that I woke up soaked, so mom had been correct in making sure I was well wrapped up for the night. However, it was becoming a regular occurrence and I was hoping to hide the fact from mom by getting to the bathroom first and changing before she could check. Unfortunately, she caught me sneaking there with wet PJs and carrying a sopping wet diaper so now insists that she sees me every morning to be inspected. I didn’t know why at that time she thought that was so important but was quite definite about it. I argued, blamed everyone but myself and absolutely refused to wear one in future but of course that amounted to nothing because when it came to night time she was there supervising making sure I did. However, that’s not why each morning I have to wait for mom to come and check my soggy diaper. So, that’s where you’ll find me most mornings, soaked and looking out of the window... waiting. # Nonetheless, despite my ‘troubles’ both parents were excited by all these new opportunities, “opportunities” they said would not be available back home. Everything was “better and brighter” here and even Josh loved that he had his own room and space to play outside. He soon had friends and our parents had loads of colleagues from work who they socialised with. They’d bring their kids over and although Josh settled in straight away, I hated these new people and either took myself off to my room or simply made life for our visitors uncomfortable. “Stop being so rude and join in.” Was my parent’s non-stop criticism about my behaviour. As I hadn’t had a choice I begrudged everything. Dad made it clear that he and mom weren’t going to put up with my dissent much longer and I’d just have to try and fit in - there was no going back because there was nothing to go back to. We had neighbours with kids my age but I hated that, despite them all being friendly enough, they weren’t Boogy, Sam, Tess, Adele, Smiffy, Amin... or indeed any of my friends from back home who I grew up with. Because everything was controlled by the smart hub, I couldn’t access any of the video games I liked to play. As there was a ‘TYME classification’ age restriction on most of those, the hub recognised my voice and limited access until an adult requested them, which they never did. Phone calls went through the hub and I wasn’t allowed to make calls again without adult supervision. So I just mooched around getting angrier and angrier. Mom and dad didn’t like what I was doing but thought I’d eventually come round and accept it all. I had other ideas... I’d simply hitch-hike home if I had to. # The town is called TYME, "TYME - is on your side" is the slogan as you entered the outskirts and which mom and dad thought set just the right tone for place. In fact, both had managed to find incredibly well-paid jobs at a new facility outside of town and if I was being honest the entire place seemed a huge step up from where we had lived and, if I hadn’t been so resentful, might have enjoyed being here. Joshy was in a huge pre-school play group every day, which a he loved. All the kids dressed in blue shorts and yellow and white t-shirts with a little emblem on the breast pocket indicating which year they were in. He went to that group every day and looked sweet and happy when they were all together. I envied Josh being able to adapt so easily but I was angry (and regarded myself as grown up) so had opinions of my own and being here wasn’t one of them. It had never even been discussed - I’d fume to myself at the injustice of it all. Meanwhile, I had yet to start at a new school, which I was dreading. The Academy, as it was called, was a huge structure that also incorporated the pre-school so all ages of kids from our section of town were together but in different parts of this enormous building. The playing fields stretched over several acres to encompass athletics and all the ball sports. Yes, the place was immense and “well-tended”, as mom enthused. Both her and dad loved how organised everything was and were passionate about their new jobs which, according to mom, were a damn sight better than anything back in our home town. I had no idea what it was they did when they got to work by 9am, but school was scheduled to start at 8.30am and finished at 4pm to fit in with company shifts. Mom was delighted that the shifts were geared so that if needed, a parent was always available to look after a young child. In fact, although the entire town was arranged to suit the needs of the company they saw that it was advantageous to look after its workforce. Family care was ‘top priority’ and well catered for with a calendar of regular fun social gatherings. As new-comers we were encouraged to meet our neighbours and make friends with a whole bunch of different folk. Josh and I were dragged along to these ‘get to know’ gatherings where it seemed everyone was keen to chat and be as amiable as possible. All the kids were well-dressed and lacked attitude, something that just wouldn’t have been acceptable at home, but were friendly enough. I hated it and kept myself away from any offer of friendship... I just didn’t want to know or get involved. I already had friends I didn’t need this lot. # Everything was in company colours - white, blue and yellow, and, as they built this town (or so I assumed) they got a say in whatever happened here. Even the police cars and emergency service vehicles were white, blue and yellow. All uniforms and official workwear was a combination of these colours. You’d find it difficult to find any other colours if you worked for the town or the company. Even the school uniform had the same colour code and again, that little emblem on the breast pocket indicated which class you were in. Most things were arranged; mom didn’t even need to wash Josh’s diapers because there was a collection service that did all that. It was the same for any family with toddlers and babies. The company was ‘green’ so diapers were made from recyclable fabrics and collected, washed and replaced weekly. Even Josh’s were in company colours, as were the plastic pants that accompanied them. Actually, now I’m wetting most nights mine come the same way but I’ve never discussed it with either parent it’s not something an eleven year old want to discuss with anyone. I explained to myself that of course I was having soggy nights because I’d been abducted from friends and neighbours I’d grown up with and knew. This was a terrible, stressful imposition so no wonder my body reacted in such a way. So, this wetness was entirely my parent’s fault and nothing to do with me... of that I was certain. Well, I say everything but the truth is, I hated waking up wet. I saw it as something else, like the move, I had no control over and that made me angry. Yet, despite my refusal to wear a diaper, I did so and could see the benefits of wearing one at night. I thought in some way at least this was something I could control, so accepted its use. Also that threat of a spanking if I didn’t made me a bit more amenable to that particular suggestion. Although my parents had never spanked me, I had noticed that their attitude towards my attitude had hardened a little so wasn’t sure if they would actually follow through with any threat. I think they thought I was coming round but I wasn’t, it was just easier and to my advantage to go along with night time diapers. I still didn’t mix and made it well known I wasn’t happy about being in this place. It was strange because each evening one of my parents had to fill in a household health report on the computer. I was told a smart hub (which ran throughout the entire house) was in everyone’s home and was explained as a way that the company could make sure shops were well stocked with what was needed. Power, water, food... everything all came under the scope of the smart monitoring gizmos everywhere. There was a small blue round hub in every room via which ‘Mimi’ would do your bidding. The powers that be said that the health and welfare of its citizens was of paramount importance so nothing, not even the slightest cough, should be left out of the daily statement. Mom said it was terrific because it took away any worries and if you needed help a touch on the computer screen and there was always someone on the other end to offer advice or solutions. # Unfortunately, my wetting continued right up to the first day of the new term and mum insisted that I wear a diaper under my uniform to make sure all went well. My uniform! Now that was a surprise as well as I only saw it on that first morning of school. At my old school it had been just normal clothes. Here it was dark blue shorts, yellow and blue polo shirt with matching blue, white and yellow striped blazer. I looked exactly like a larger version of those pre-schoolers. There was hardly any difference in what Josh and I wore, which I found insulting to my age. I complained about the shorts but mom said that all boys up to becoming teenagers wore them to school. Then, if grades were good, you got more and more independence and fewer restrictions. To me it sounded more like prison but I couldn’t get mom or dad to see that. They thought I was being silly and over dramatic and accused me of trying to make this ‘paradise’ into some kind of living hell. I hated having to wear shorts to school, even though all the others in my year wore them, it was just another thing that left me indignant. Although I’d had a couple of weeks now wearing a diaper at night, and the occasional wet day (which I didn’t tell anyone about though suspected mom had sussed), I didn’t want to wear one on that initial school day, it would have set a bad example should anyone find out. However, my no-nonsense mother put me in one first thing. She’d stripped me out of my soaked night diaper, cleaned me up and, without asking, simply put me in a new one. Needless to say I was furious but she gave me one of her looks that she wouldn’t put up with any disagreement, so that had the remarkable effect of keeping me silent. With only a few minutes to go before we had to leave I sneakily nipped back to the bathroom removed the damn thing and defiantly settled into a pair of white cotton briefs for the day instead. Getting ready for that first day I wasn’t feeling too confident because up until then I hadn’t made any new friends... so wearing briefs was a little confidence booster. There were plenty of kids around, all dressed the same, but I wasn’t interested, they weren’t MY friends and anyway, I was still hoping they’d get fed up with me and we’d all return home. Despite our neighbours on one side having kids my age, and on the other they had a couple of babies and a toddler like Joshy, I’d tried to avoid them as much as possible. As their parents also worked for the company, we all set off at the same time to school so it was a sea of blue and yellow walking down the street or disembarking from the school bus. Friends huddled in groups laughing or chatting but all seemed keen to be heading for a new term. There was a general aura of happiness about TYME, even the school kids appeared pleased to start a new term. I on the other hand, was nervous and alone and that made me feel really self-conscious. What I didn’t know was that my personal id was embedded in the school logo on my shirt pocket. With a sweep of a handheld scanner it made sure you were in the correct group but also flagged up any concerns anyone might have. So, on the first day of school the scan, despite the age group I was in, indicated to the teacher that I should be wearing protection as I was ‘incontinent’. I couldn’t believe that mom had let the powers that be know I wet... that was a breach of my privacy. The teacher with the scanner seemed a little perplexed and wondered first of all if I was in the correct class (had they got Josh and James mixed up somehow?) but then, after a few moments chat and deliberation with an unknown contact at the other end of the screen, in front of a line of girls and boys my own age, I was checked if I was wearing suitable protection. On finding I had briefs and not the required diaper I was told to report to the school nurse for ‘redressing’. I was so embarrassed and seething at such facts being made available to any person I upped and went home without going anywhere near the nurse’s office. I didn’t know that everyone’s medical and social records were stored and evaluated daily so any problems could be nipped in the bud. To me it was just another intrusion into my life, which I didn’t have back home. # My first day at school and my first bunking off... It was quite a walk but of course mom and dad had gone to work by the time I arrived at the house, Josh was at pre-school so I needed to get in. However, the door was locked and I didn’t have a key and my badge didn’t allow access. Thankfully, the weather was fine so I just went for a stroll through the woods expecting to be out and about in the fresh air for the rest of the day until 4:00pm, when I knew I’d be able to access the house. I walked out of our garden and into the back field intent on reaching the wooded area in the distance. It was whilst on this walk I hoped to formulate a plan to get away from this awful place and make my way back to a proper town... my home town. I knew it was going to be difficult. It had been quite a long drive to get here in the first place and I remember (as I was half asleep for most of the journey) that we turned off the main highway and drove for ages before we reached this place. The journey was up hills and down dales, through huge wooded areas and farming land before we got to a junction that pointed access to the town. TYME itself seemed quite a distance from any other civilization but, when we arrived, the bustling centre as far as I could see was new and just as busy as any other place I’d been to. Also, another surprise was that we had a coastline and the town, built on a hill, sloped down to beaches, harbour and small marina. As I thought about all this my mind was busy trying to calculate the distance I’d have to hitch-hike to even get to a main road. I came to the conclusion that perhaps a boat might be a possible solution except for one thing; I couldn’t sail or know which direction to go in. I’d have to try and find a map. Whilst all this was swirling around in my head I hadn’t noticed I was being followed by a man in a blue and yellow uniform (of course) on a quad-bike. “And where exactly are you going?” He demanded once I noticed him. “Just a walk around, I’m new here so just checking things out.” I replied but not very confidently. “Really,” He dismounted from his transport, “Well let me just check who I have here and where you should be.” He produced a scanner with a screen and held it over the logo on my shirt. “Mmm,” he read, “James Llewelyn, son of Anthony and Marion Llewelyn and, according to this, you should be in a history class back in school.” I was shocked he knew so much about me but of course, the scan this morning had told the teacher other stuff I didn’t want anyone else to know. Did this (I looked at his badge) Rural Deputy now have all that info on his device? “So, you shouldn’t be out here on your own without supervision but mainly... you should be in school. Your parents will be in trouble for this.” “Big deal,” I thought but didn’t say anything. “Come on, hop on I’ll give you a lift back.” “No, it’s OK, I’ll find my own way back thanks... I made it this far.” He looked at me as if he wasn’t used to anyone disagreeing with his directive. “I don’t think so James,” His tone was even but only just, “my job is to make sure you return to where you’re supposed to be... so, on you get.” He indicated the seat in front of him. “No, fuck off and leave me alone. I didn’t ask for you to be here and I don’t want to go anywhere with you... I don’t even know who you are and” I acted all stupidly coy, “mom says I shouldn’t accept lifts from strangers.” This showed a great deal of just how angry I was because I wouldn’t have had the nerve to say all this to either my parents or anyone, certainly a lawman, back home. “This isn’t a request sonny... on the bike NOW.” I took off into the woods as fast as I could. “This isn’t a game.” I heard him shout as he gunned the quad up but I’d left the track and was trying not to get entangled in the undergrowth. I battled through thick foliage, brambles and stinging nettles, which clawed at my bare legs leaving painful scratches and annoying welts. Unfortunately, he knew this area better than me and was waiting when I eventually broke ground and ended up in a little clearing. “That’s enough fun and games James... your parents have given me authorization to spank you if you don’t do exactly as I say immediately.” He was waving around his scanner and I had no doubt that it contained just such permission. # I hated the fact that I’d been foiled but the drive back, with me perched in front of him on the bike, was in silence. I felt like a recaptured prisoner of war I’d seen on TV. He drove up to my front door and there was my father looking exceptionally angry. “He should be in school,” the Deputy told dad as he set me down. “Make sure he’s there tomorrow sir, there will be a ‘clarification’ issued from Central Office.” “Yes, thank you officer, I’ll see to it and sorry for any inconvenience.” He held the door open for me to enter the house. Once the door was closed, in a surprisingly quick move, my shorts came down as did my briefs and he put me over his knee and gave me a thorough spanking. It was something I’d never experienced before and I didn’t like it one bit... as I screamed the place down. I’d never seen dad so angry or experienced anything so painful, the scratches on my legs from the brambles were now forgotten as I tried to be brave. I failed. Dad was letting my bare bottom know in no uncertain terms that I’d got things very wrong indeed. Despite begging for forgiveness and screaming I was sorry, he made sure I was in no doubt that my attitude would be curtailed. I couldn’t hold back the tears and for a moment, when there was a ‘ping’ on the hub screen dad stopped and took a look at what was written. “You swore at the Deputy?” He was even more incensed at my most recent display and my bottom felt the full force of his fury. Eventually he finished and I was left a sobbing wreck but made to stand in the corner, with my hands on my head, whilst he finished reading the message on screen. My bum was extremely red and very painful and I was still snivelling when he returned. He turned me round and I noticed that I’d wet down the front of his trousers whilst being spanked I was sure he was going to spank me again so cringed as he pulled me forward. “Well James it looks like you’ve made us the first family ever to get a warning. Your behaviour will not be tolerated by anyone...” “I just want to go back home.” I whined through the pain. “Well son, that’s not an option as we’ve made clear on every occasion you’ve brought it up. This place is clean, well run and safe. There are no gangs here, no crime from what we can see and if you give it a chance you’ll find it beneficial as you grow up.” He could see I didn’t want to hear any of this... I wanted my friends and thought it a horrible thing for a parent to do... take me away from all that I knew. “I’m sorry if you think we’ve made the wrong decision but it’s you that’s wrong. Mom, Josh and I all love this place and if you weren’t so destructive I think you’d find that it offered you a whole new set of friends...” “I just want to go home...” I pleaded. “You are home son and the sooner you realise that fact, and that nothing is going to change unless you do, you are going to have a very miserable life. The bottom line is you’ll only have yourself to blame.” Dad hugged me and told me he didn’t like to discipline me like he just had BUT, if that was the only way to get through then that’d be what would be on offer in future. He guided me upstairs and took me into the bathroom where I’d left the discarded diaper from this morning. He laid me out on the changing table and, having spread lotion and powder all over my red bum and willy, attended to the scratches on my legs and then fixed the diaper back where it started though added a pair of thick white plastic pants. “I think we need to keep you safe... and son... you’ll be wearing a diaper all the time from now on.” I was still worried about possibly getting another spanking at some point so missed the main thrust of what he’d just said. Thankfully, the fluffy thick material was kind and soft on my inflamed bottom. He lifted me from the changing area and stood me up. I felt too weak to do much so he took my hand and guided me, waddling slightly and slowly, down stairs and sat me on the sofa. It was too painful, so I crawled onto the floor. “Mimi, TV please, Channel 7.” Dad commanded and the screen burst into life with a cartoon. I was too scared to say anything as dad went off to do whatever it is grown-ups do when they’re angry. I saw him run his hands through his hair as he read the hub screen. He looked across at me and shook his head. I hated to think what the ‘warning’ the deputy had threatened actually said. I hated just how sore my bum was and how easy it had been for dad to punish me so hard. Just another thing that happened here that didn’t happen back in my home town. I hated this place even more. # tbc # 9 1 Link to comment
Babypants Posted July 16, 2023 Share Posted July 16, 2023 Welcome to the so-called 15 Minute City. 2 Link to comment
spark Posted July 16, 2023 Share Posted July 16, 2023 That's an interesting setting. It's a benevolent dystopia. I have to wonder what the possibility his parent face if he keeps being so self-destructive. The company seems very concerned with physical health, but not his emotional health. Talk about a terrible way to start at a new school 2 Link to comment
littlebopeeper Posted July 17, 2023 Share Posted July 17, 2023 This brings H.G. Wells' The Time Machine to mind. We have met the Eloi, and the Morlochs lurk somewhere off stage, controlling everything with digital technology that sees all, hears all. and both punishes and rewards. What is the oldest person to be seen in the streets? Is there a burial site on the outskirts? It seems unlikely that one child can throw enough sand into the machinery to make it grind to a halt. As Spark says, this is a dystopia. It's straight out of Agenda 2030 (you will own nothing and be happy). 3 Link to comment
Eagle0769 Posted July 18, 2023 Share Posted July 18, 2023 Wow powerful start. Something from the twilight zone. You write very well nice job. 1 Link to comment
maly Posted July 18, 2023 Share Posted July 18, 2023 Wow another original from the mind of Sir Les Lea. Thanks. Maly. 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 20, 2023 Author Share Posted July 20, 2023 Thanks everyone 😊 you know seeing such support makes me smile (and be thankful) all the more 😄 Also very grateful you like my style of writing... but I think two emoji's are enough for now don't you? Hugs and thanks as always Les 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 22, 2023 Author Share Posted July 22, 2023 Part 2 I was sitting in front of the TV wearing only my school top and padding when mom arrived home with Josh. She must have known what went on because she gave me such a look that I immediately (and guiltily) turned back to the screen. “Right Josh,” she said, “go and sit with Jamie until dinner’s ready... you can choose the channel.” “Why you got a diapee Jamie?” He childishly asked but I was in no position to answer in anyway but the truth. “Daddy put me in it because I’ve been naughty.” “What you do?” He bent his head to the side like he always did when asking anyone something. It was quite cute. “Didn’t wear a diaper to school like mommy said I should... and...umm... didn’t go to school.” “Ooohh,” he said with some astonishment. It was a little unsettling that my toddler brother thought not going to school was quite a crime. I know this because he moved slightly away from where we were sitting to be on his own. It’s not like he didn’t know I wore a diaper at night but I suppose during the day had surprised him. As I was already watching cartoons, thanks to dad, we didn’t need to change channels so grabbed his teddy bear and sat hugging him. I may not have played with Joshy for a while, and actually on several occasions told him to go away, but his rejection made me feel uncomfortable and a little dribble of unhappy pee dampened my diaper. That was another thing; I was sitting wearing only a diaper and plastic pants, whilst my little brother had his protection covered by blue shorts. I looked like I was the baby of the house but knew I was in deep trouble and didn’t want to aggravate the situation. As I wriggled to get comfy, my bum still smarting from dad’s anger, what I thought had only been a little spurt of pee must have been a great deal more... the white, yellow and blue designed fabric was soaked and dreaded telling either mom or dad I needed a change. # I could hear them both talking in the kitchen, loud whispers but there was some anger and uncertainty in what they were saying. On screen there was a fight between a dog, a cat and a mouse which was loud enough to drown out most of what they were saying but the occasional snippet slipped in to my ears. I knew I was in BIG trouble. “... he’ll have to learn” “... I can’t see we have a choice” “... well the opportunities have been there and he’s just...” “... hoped the threat of a spanking would be enough but...” I felt more nervous pee spurt into my very wet diaper. I couldn’t concentrate on the cartoon, my stomach was in knots and I felt sick in fearful anticipation of what was to come. Dread was not something I’d experienced so deeply before. Eventually we were called through to the kitchen to sit at the table. Mom served rice and meatballs on plates to the rest of us, whilst Josh’s was all cut up and used his fingers to get what he wanted. The spoon lay unused by the side of his plastic plate as he made short work of it all. I, on the other hand, was still quite apprehensive about what might be said but guess the dinner table was not the place for that discussion. The soggy weight of my diaper made it even more of an uncomfortable meal than it might have been. Apart from a few words of encouragement to Josh the meal was a relatively quiet affair. However, I couldn’t get over the occasional look from both parents as they wondered what to say. I was toying with the idea of simply apologising but was finding it difficult to admit I was in the wrong as it was they who’d brought me to this awful place without so much as a by-your-leave. So, although I was fairly certain they planned something awful as punishment I decided that it was their problem and I was in the right. Having said that, the knot in my stomach was tightening and any appetite I had was being strangled by fear. So, after I finished pushing food around on my plate I stood up to leave but dad said to sit down and wait for everyone else to finish. I grumpily sat there drumming my fingers and giving them both what I hoped was the ‘evil eye’ although I wasn’t quite sure what that entailed... I’d just heard the term before. It was a pathetic attempt to take back some undeserved control though I could see that it was having no effect on my parents. “You’re not going anywhere young man,” these were almost the only words mom had directed in my direction since she’d arrived home with Josh, “until that plate is clean and before you start with any clever remarks note I haven’t finished with you yet.” I struggled to get any food down but after dad’s spanking I had to take mom’s threat seriously. It was difficult but I cleared my plate and asked to be excused. They’d sat and watched as I ate but now mom was ready. “I see you’re wet.” It was a statement of fact and one I couldn’t pretend to be otherwise, so simply nodded yes. “OK, let’s get you changed. Josh sweetheart come with me and I’ll change you at the same time your big brother gets his soaked diaper changed.” She was laying it on thick but had no alternative I hated wearing a diaper, but even worse was a wet one. I needed a change and, as dad had already said I’d be wearing one from now on I knew there was no way I could get out of it. # Josh led the way up to his room where all the diaper changing stuff was and I reluctantly followed behind mom. Up until this moment my diaper wearing had been done in private, at night, when Josh was already in bed. Now I was being treated as a toddler, which incensed me even more but had little option but to comply. “Come on, don’t dawdle... you’ve brought this on yourself and I’m not wasting any sympathy on a selfish little sod like you. Now move.” She was trying to hold back the anger so as not to frighten Josh but also wanted me to know that she was very unhappy about everything I’d done. She changed Josh first and sent him off back to watch the TV then it was my turn. “Mom, I don’t like...” “Shut it. I don’t want to hear a single peep out of you. Do you know how many people in this town have received a warning from the authorities?” She didn’t wait for an answer, “None, until today.” She pulled down my plastic pants and angrily dragged down the soaked fabric. “Not only are you causing our family trouble you insult and swear at the deputy who’s there to protect and...” “I just was looking around I...” “I said shut it.” I was lying all but naked and she slapped my naked thigh. I went very quiet and felt a tear begin to form in the corner of my eye. It hadn’t hurt but knew I was in trouble and yet couldn’t help but try to defend my actions. She fluffed out a fresh piece of company coloured fabric. “MOM,” I screamed, “I’m not wearing another diaper... I...” The next slap to my thigh was harder and was meant to hurt and the tear fell. “It’s not fair,” I sobbed. “You know what isn’t fair... YOU,” she took a breath. “You haven’t been fair on this place, to your father, me or your brother. So, you might miss your friends but you’re not giving any of the other kids here a chance to be friendly... you’re just being self-centred and bloody annoying. Well, the Town’s authority has given us a choice, either get you to tow-the-line or they will send you for a spell in the, erm, retraining class.” I didn’t like the way she said the word ‘retraining’ so I gathered it wasn’t a place I’d want to go. Despite my wriggling and general uncooperativeness she had got me in another diaper and was about to yank up a pair of plastic pants. “There,” she said looking at her eldest son wearing a baby’s diaper, “that just about suits your behaviour.” She patted the padding to emphasise her point. “From now on until we decide otherwise, that’s what you’ll be wearing 24/7. If we don’t see any improvement and cooperation... we’ll let the powers that be show you what their retraining is like. Now, go to bed and I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.” “But,” “I said not a damn peep.” And led me to my bedroom and made sure I climbed under the covers. “If I hear any movement from this room before school tomorrow morning, I’ll let dad remind you of what a proper spanking is like, understand?” I didn’t want that to happen and I felt the tears arrive in streams as I turned on my side and wept. It was barely 6:30pm. # I didn’t sleep well, what with all that had happened. The diaper was thick and the plastic pants were uncomfortably hot so I tossed and turned for most of the night. Of course there were moments when I did drop off but whether asleep or awake my head was full of the injustices this place called TYME had piled on me. As far as I was concerned the town was just one big prison where everyone and everything was accounted for. The more I thought about it the angrier I got that mom and dad could bring us all to such a place. However, no one else seemed to see this. The place buzzed with smiles and happiness, everything was catered for down to the last detail. I was amazed that I hadn’t see one kid fighting for some kind of independence; they all seemed to think they had all they needed. I couldn’t see it. I had another problem which was much worse, when I eventually did wake from my fitful sleep, my diaper was sodden again. I’d only just realised this when mom came in to get me up for school. “You can’t lie there all day, school,” she emphasised as if I didn’t know. She whipped back the curtains and another sunny morning filled the room. I saw her swing the window open further and it dawned at that point she knew I’d filled my diaper because the smell of pee was thick in the air. “OK trouble,” she was less angry but no less determined to make sure I knew she wasn’t messing about and I’d better take notice. “We have half an hour to get you cleaned up and ready as the bus will be here and you know it doesn’t wait.” “Do I have to...? She gave me a look that said “don’t try my patience” so I quickly shut up. “That’s better, now come on” and indicated the bathroom. # So, after a complete clean up and diaper change mom watched as I slid into my hated school uniform. I tentatively pulled the shorts up and over the bulky material that surrounded my bum, thankfully the plastic pants made so they slid over it quite easily. However, there was no denying what I had on under them. “Mom, isn’t there something less gross I can wear instead of...?” She just smiled sweetly and said I looked adorable... she was joking I’m sure. I wandered down to the kitchen where my little brother was just finishing his Oaties. Despite our age difference we were almost in identical uniforms and only the emblem on the shirt was slightly different. Of course, I had the more grown up stripy blazer but other than that... well I could be going to the same class as him. I resentfully sat at the table and ate a bowl of cereal but I could see mom’s ever watchful eye was keeping track on every little move I made. “Right, you can alter that attitude straight away.” She obviously wasn’t in the mood for my mood. “You bring everyone down with your self-obsession so I think we will have an end to that NOW.” I thought I was being on my best behaviour but of course mom can see right through me and I quickly tried to hide my resentment. Besides, I had plans of not going into school today as well... only this time I’d keep an eye out for those bloody busybody deputies. What I didn’t bank on was that once Josh and I were on the school bus that there’d be one checking that everyone was accounted for and that he’d be ushering us all into our correct lines for class. “Morning Joshy... I see you’re looking after your brother today. Well done.” The man smiled at my little brother. He smiled back, “Yes Misser Prefec...” I had no idea how or why Josh should have known who this guy was. “Good boy, good boy.” He moved on to scan others who were on the bus. Once we disembarked I could feel his eyes on me as one of the teachers scanned my badge and again patted my bum to check I was padded. I didn’t like it but it appeared my chance of escape passed as he pointed to a different line that I had to join further into the school. At least he didn’t mention my padding on this occasion. “You’re in B3.” He pointed again to a queue of kids. “I don’t think so. I’m supposed to be in...” I couldn’t quite remember which class mom said I was in but I’m sure it was something like A5 “erm A5 I think”. “Not today,” he dismissed my protest and again pointed with his scanner to join this kids group who were laughing and joking but were obviously much younger than me. I wandered over and a teacher appeared and brought them to order. He looked over at me, only slightly taller than the rest, but as we were all dressed the same I’m not sure if he knew I was in the wrong class. As I passed him I said I think there’d been a mistake and that I was in the wrong class but he just looked at his electronic clip-board and said “I don’t think so James Llewelyn.” Once again I was shocked that everyone had some kind of screen that could give out all my information... there was absolutely no privacy in this place and my resentment mounted. “Oh for fuck sake.” I murmured under my breath but not inaudible enough for the teacher to raise an eyebrow and make a note on his screen. “I think we’ll have less of that type of language please.” He looked around at the other kids who were heading into a classroom. “I hope your parents have taught you some manners.” I just snarled and followed the others. # Now, at my old school I was doing quite well and everyone seemed pleased with my abilities and end of year scores and report. However, this place was completely different and quite hi-tech, the equipment was top of the range and no one had to share, there was enough to go round. I learned from watching the class move about that the badge on our shirts was automatically scanned as you moved from lesson to lesson and kept track of your daily routine. Everyone seemed OK with this but it made me mad... I didn’t want to be tracked 24/7 by people I didn’t know, or want to know. The first lesson was math but very basic, something I’d done several years earlier, I thought this place was completely backward and I’d just breeze through the morning. However, I soon learned that the class was for those with learning difficulties... so what was I doing in with them? “I’m in the wrong class.” I said to the teacher, a person who’d patiently sat at the front of class and had repeatedly gone over ‘areas of concern’ some of the other kids were having. However, he looked at me with complete condescension “I don’t think so.” “But I did all this years ago so... someone’s got it wrong or your computers screwed up.” I smiled my sweetest smile but I wanted him to know that I knew they were wrong. “Mmmm,” he said to himself and took out his scanner, “let’s see if you’re right.” He pressed the device against the badge and read aloud what was written. “James Llewelyn, eleven years old but still wears a diaper because he hasn’t learned to go potty yet.” He was saying this so everyone could hear and I felt angry “For fuck sake,” I whispered to him, “you don’t have to tell everyone...” I tried to interrupt without losing it. “But you said we’ve got it wrong and I’m saying this is the correct class for someone immature like you.” He smiled, “Are you acting up because you’ve wet yourself and need a change?” He delivered this with sickly sweet understanding and I stuttered not really having a comeback. “Jus, just fuck off you, you...” I heard the gasp from the rest of the class. “Temper, temper,” the teacher waved a disapproving finger, “such a grown up word for such a little boy.” By now all eyes were on me and I hated to say it. I was angry and embarrassed and suddenly tears were bubbling under my rage so tried to hide them by storming out of the room. Alas, the door wouldn’t open and I was left pulling at the handle but to no avail. As I battled with the door I didn’t see that the teacher, who’d been sitting behind his desk until then, had come round and was standing behind me. He was huge. The sudden appearance of this hulking great man next to me had the unfortunate reaction of me filling my diaper. I just hoped he didn’t notice how scared I was. “Well, Master James,” he said consulting his scanner, “it would appear you were correct... you are in the wrong class.” “I told you so,” I said with little conviction. “Yes. Apparently, with new information it now looks like you need to go to, erm, elsewhere. Someone will be along shortly to escort you to your new class.” Almost immediately the door buzzed open and a lady walked in. “Ah Jamie,” she said with a cheery smile. She was also looking at my shorts and could obviously see I needed a fresh diaper. “I think we’d better get you to your new class pretty quickly but we’ll stop and get you changed on the way.” She said this loud enough for not only the teacher to hear but also the rest of the giggling class. I was furious but the gentle smile on this woman’s face made me hold my tongue as she guided me away from the embarrassment I’d just been subjected to. # We passed through many corridors and at one point could see my brother happily playing with about ten other three and four year-olds. He was running around, screaming in delight as another chased him with a stuffed toy dog. I had no idea what game it was but all the kids seemed to be enjoying it. Other toddlers were standing at desks colouring, whilst others were sitting in groups on the floor playing with toys. I thought about waving but was in no mood to get involved so kept my head down and followed the woman. I didn’t know if she was a teacher or what, she’d only introduced herself as Miss Mercy, which I thought was a strange name. “Ah, of course, your little brother’s in there isn’t he?” She only waited a moment before carrying on. “Well, I suppose you could go and join him if you like. He seems to be having a wonderful time and it’s clear you aren’t... perhaps it would be...” unsure if she should Miss Mercy was already opening the door that led into the kiddie playroom. “No, no,” I said annoyed she should suggest such a thing. So, despite the joy and laughter that I could hear through the open door, walked past, although I had no idea where I was heading. “No, perhaps we should get you into something dry first. OK, next door on the left please.” Without thinking I entered the room and was surprised that it was small but with a large changing table as its main feature. On shelves all around were piles of diapers, wipes and various powders and creams, plus an array of plastic pants. “Right, first things first,” she smiled at me, “let’s get you comfortable and into a fresh clean diaper shall we?” She patted the changing table. “Erm, I don’t think so.” I shook my head and stopped at the door. She looked a little irritated. “What do you mean... don’t you want to be in something dry... do you like wearing a soaked diaper?” She tapped something into a tablet and waited a second. “Yes, your parents have said that the school can change your diapers when needed... so come on,” she smiled, “let’s not drag this out.” She turned to check on the relative sizes of diapers available. “No, no, no, no...NO.” I think I was making myself clear on this. She turned back looking none too pleased and pressed a button on the wall. Within ten seconds another person appeared behind me, a huge guy who looked not unlike the deputy who’d ‘arrested’ me originally. “Is there a problem Miss Mercy?” He looked past me but obviously his size stopped any possible retreat. “Well Prefect William, I have here a note from this boy’s parents that has given us confirmation that when his diaper is wet to change it as soon as possible. Alas, he seems reluctant to let me do my job.” She passed him the tablet so he could read the information displayed. “Mmmm,” he queried, “not a very good report here. I suppose he’s heading to E4 and you want him all nice and tidy before he gets there?” “Yes exactly but he doesn’t want to play ball.” “I see, well,” he looked into my eyes and delivered this most chilling of responses. “You can either let Miss Mercy see to your change or I will be doing it... and I don’t have the required qualifications. It’s up to you.” The Prefect took a step forward but I’d never felt so intimidated and my bum muscle panicked and I filled the seat of the diaper. The shock of what I’d done silenced my argument and made me unable to reply. It felt revolting filling the seat of my shorts like that. “Right, me it is then...” But I caved. “No, no it’s OK, erm, Miss Mercy can see to me I’ll, ummm...” “Just get on the table,” he checked the tablet again, “James... and let nurse get on with her job.” I suddenly felt a little better knowing she was a nurse though still reluctant to move. “Do you need help climbing up?” He was on his way to help again but I quickly put a move on and hopped onto the table’s surface. There was a blue paper sheet and it rustled as I tried to get comfortable. However, the fact that the back of my pants was full made it a strange and unpleasant manoeuvre. I could feel the crap spilling all around and dreaded her removing my shorts and discovering just what a mess a lad my age had made. I didn’t have to worry because the smell had quickly become apparent and I lay there uneasily because they knew what I’d done and looked at me with complete and utter disdain. “It appears to me Miss Mercy,” the Prefect said with some sympathy for her job, “that you need to get him over to E4 as soon as possible.” # tbc # 9 2 Link to comment
maly Posted July 22, 2023 Share Posted July 22, 2023 So what awaits James in E4? Thanks for the new chapter. Maly. 1 Link to comment
007specialk Posted July 22, 2023 Share Posted July 22, 2023 Wow awesome update could feel the whole story in my bones! 1 Link to comment
spark Posted July 23, 2023 Share Posted July 23, 2023 This is such weird story (that's a compliment). Part of me wants to shout- "Dude, get over yourself." I want to be sympathetic, but the kid's doing this to himself. 1 Link to comment
Eagle0769 Posted July 23, 2023 Share Posted July 23, 2023 I wonder what class his brother is in? I also wonder did he use this language at home? 1 Link to comment
littlebopeeper Posted July 23, 2023 Share Posted July 23, 2023 Interesting that they have a Retraining Program up and running. This will be behavioral modification as in Clockwork Orange, and it makes me wonder how many of the seemingly happy children started out like James but have been brain wiped. This town needs to be burnt to the ground. 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 25, 2023 Author Share Posted July 25, 2023 Thanks for all the comments I really appreciate them. Just remember that TYME is on your side - so surely the place is going to be quite benevolent to its residents? 😕 James is at an age where he thinks everything should revolve around him but would they do harm to bring him into line? Hope you stick with James's battle... or will he simply come to his senses? 1 Link to comment
CDfm Posted July 26, 2023 Share Posted July 26, 2023 Really enjoying the new story. Can’t help but feel a little bad for James. But then he is bringing much of it upon himself. I believe that were I in a similar situation I would also be somewhat resentful and want to resist. I also believe I would understand the futility of my actions and give in before things got out of hand. I am looking forward to seeing the next chapter. 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 27, 2023 Author Share Posted July 27, 2023 James is at an age where he thinks he's right, which as he goes into his teens will only make him more certain that he is right and everyone else is wrong. His parents don't understand where he gets this from but his old friends all had attitude so perhaps he was holding on to that part of their friendship? What we do know is that no one is going to put up with it in TYME... their rules are not for him... or so he thinks. TYME will tell. Les Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 28, 2023 Author Share Posted July 28, 2023 Part 3 I’d never felt so small or insignificant as the Prefect looked on and my shorts, plastic pants and diaper were removed one by one revealing the messy accident that had just occurred. I wanted to blame the ‘hulk’ but it was my shit and piss that had filled what mom had said was my ‘protection’. Once everything had been removed and the clean-up begun and after a signal from the nurse, the hulk left whilst tapping something into his own tablet. I knew that wasn’t good. Despite not wanting to cooperate I was glad to have someone take control who knew what they were doing. I’d hated mom insisting I wear a diaper and hated even more the fact that everyone had access to such information. However, Miss Mercy was gentle and thorough so I was wearing a fresh clean diaper fairly quickly. She checked my blue shorts to make sure there had been no leakage and then fed them up the huge plastic bulge I was now wearing. The fit was very tight. “Erm, Miss Mercy,” I wanted to complain but my anger was muted after putting her through what cannot have been a pleasant task. “These are very tight.” She smiled and held out her hand for me to take and helped me off the table. “Yes, well sweetie, I’ve added a little extra padding because a boy like you seems to, er, pee quite a lot. However, don’t worry... we’ll sort that out when we get to class.” She filled in her tablet with yet more information, no doubt about me, and then pointed me towards the door. “Not far.” She encouraged by patting my well-padded rear and urging me toward whatever E4 was. # The bitterness I had at the start of the day disappeared with my dirty diaper. I was embarrassed with myself and hated the fact that it seemed that everything I did ended up being tapped into a tablet so became even more info they had on me. How come no one saw this as, well, wrong? The problem I had now was that I was at school and there seemed to be no escape. On every wall there was one of those little blue units that we had at home. It appeared that ‘Mimi’ was monitoring every movement. I waddled under the thickness of my latest company diaper because it felt just that, ‘chunkier’, and made each step noisy. The fresh plastic pants she’d fitted hugged me tightly but crinkled louder than the ones mom had me in, all of which made me feel like a little kid. That image wasn’t helped by the fact that she was holding my hand and guiding me towards... wherever we were going. The thing was... with the fresh diaper, and despite it being designated by the company, I had to admit, a fresh clean one was remarkably comfy. The bulk may be cumbersome at times but there was no doubting that the soft fleeciness was quite nice. Of course I wouldn’t let anyone in on that observation. After a little while we came to a door that had E4 written in bold script and several cartoon animals gambolling all over it. “Here we are Jamie...” she beamed. I wasn’t happy about her calling me Jamie but didn’t feel confident enough to argue at that moment I was intrigued as to what was behind the door. She opened it and led me in. “This will be the place to come every morning from now on. No more grown up...” “What the FUCK.” I looked around and it was just a kid’s nursery. Pre-schoolers, some younger than Josh, were playing and crawling around chasing balls or hugging soft toys and... chasing bubbles... “Now, now Jamie,” Miss Mercy said in a stern tone, “we’ll not have any language like that” I turned to leave determined that this was a step too far but the door had closed behind me with an ominous ‘click’ that meant no getting out without authorisation. A couple of ‘teachers’, ‘nurses’, ‘carers’ or whatever they were, came over with welcoming smiles. “Is this Jamie or latest guest to the E4 play group?” “Yes it is,” Miss Mercy said through clenched teeth, “but he appears not to want to be here. He’s said an awfully rude word and I’ve just told him that type of language is unacceptable.” “Oh dear,” said one of the girls, she couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen, “we can’t have a rude boy speaking like that in front of these sweet little boys and girls now can we, hmmm?” “Well, whatever you are, you’d better let me out of here or you’ll be hearing a lot fucking worse.” I cursed indignantly. One of the girls looked at the other and sighed. “OK Miss Mercy, we’ll take little Jamie from here...” “No fucking chance... I’m leaving with her...” “Well, now, that way I think you’ll find Prefect William waiting for you OR,” and she emphasised the word, “you can follow us to the quiet room for a few minutes whilst you calm down and see... er... you have few options.” I’d forgotten about the goons they employed here to sneak around and stop people from being normal. I remembered that when that first Rural Deputy had caught and threatened to spank me if I didn’t do as he said... I suppose they still had that power if my parents had agreed to it. Of course, my dumb parents would agree to anything so as not to spoil their ‘paradise’. God how I hated this place but, although I was seething inside, I knew if I ended up in the deputy’s hands then I’d definitely be the looser. # I looked around the nursery and there were around twenty little faces all looking at me. They were all wearing similar diapers to me, though some had a matching onesie holding it in place, whilst others were running around in plastic pants. I wanted to tell them all to fuck off but as I’d never said those words to Joshy (even in anger) I wasn’t going to take it out on them. I assumed they had no idea what was going on or how high my stress level was at that particular moment but I wasn’t happy, not by a long way. The two ‘women’ who had greeted me at the door now urged me further inside and whilst I was distracted Miss Mercy left and again I heard the door ‘click’ closed. “Well now Jamie...” “James.” I was definite I wasn’t going to allow them to make me sound like a little kid... even if they did call me Jamie at home. “Well now James, this is Miss Sylvia and I’m Miss Tracy... welcome to E4, which is the bestest playground in the school.” She smiled encouragingly (and patronisingly) in my direction. “So?” I challenged. “This is stupid I’m not a little baby I’m a...” “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute,” she consulted her tablet. “It says here that you wet and messed yourself and according to your mommy and daddy (I could see she was laying it on thick) you have to wear a diaper all the time in case Mr Tinkle comes a-calling.” “So what, I have the occasional accident,” I was feeling both angry and defensive and the defensive side was winning. “That’s got nothing to do with...” “But it says here,” and she pointed to the screen with loads of information on it and my name at the top, “that you don’t know right from wrong or where and when you should be places... just like one of our little babies.” Her hand swept over the room of diaper-clad kids. I could have smacked her one but of course my anger just simply boiled over and I angrily told the lot of them very loudly to “All go and fuck yourselves... I’m not playing your fucking stupid games.” Fuck - was a word that every kid used back at my old school. There was hardly any sentence that didn’t contain it or several other terms of abuse. Although I rarely used it about the house because both my parents would have gone berserk... it was one I kept in stock for when I was very angry. I saw Miss Tracy nod into a camera placed above the doorway and within ten seconds Prefect William, or someone very similar as they all looked the same, came marching into the room. Without so much as consulting anyone he grabbed me by the arm and more or less dragged me into a small side room. Of course I yelled and protested about being manhandled and told him so in a torrid stream of swear words of complaint but it was no use. Once in the small room he pulled down my shorts, plastic pants and diaper, dragged me over his knee and commenced giving me a walloping that was even more fierce than dad’s had been. I screamed more abuse and demanded to be let go but he held me in a tight arm lock and I could do nothing other than let my bare bottom take the full parentally sanctioned action of this maniac Prefect. # I tried not to let my emotions get the better of me so was desperate not to cry but it hurt. My bum was on fire and the Prefect’s hand just didn’t let up until I was bawling like a baby and begging to be let go... promising as I did anything if he’d only stop. By the end I was just a mass of snot and tears. Whilst I was being spanked he didn’t speak a single word but just laid into me. Once he’d finished and I was a sobbing wreck I was lifted off his knee and stood in front of him like I was a naughty little kid. With my diaper and plastic pants around my ankles I suppose that’s just what I looked like. “Now Jamie,” he was holding my arms to my side so I couldn’t rub the pain away, also I was shaking like a leaf on a very windswept tree. “What you need to understand, and I realise that it is taking a while for it to sink in, maybe because you’re slow, or need extra help, but for whatever reason... we here in TYME do not put up with loud and unruly elements. We won’t tolerate any cussing, disrespecting seniors or generally disrespecting others under any circumstances.” I tried not to look at him but he made sure I was staring directly into his eyes as he spoke. “You’ve behaved like a discourteous little boy since you arrived here. Your mommy and daddy had asked for time for you to acclimatise yourself to our ways but you seem determined to resist what is best for you. So, with their consent, we are starting your education all over again.” I was choking back a huge wail of anger, regret, fear but mainly animosity towards everyone and everything that had brought me to this prison camp. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say it because I was still feeling the burning bounce of the Prefect’s hand slamming against my unprotected bum. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to get my thoughts in order. I so wanted to hit this man but what can an eleven year old do against The Hulk? This had been an abuse of power but there was nothing I could do about it as he’d said that my parents had OK’d this assault. How I hated them as much as this man at that moment but... I was hurting and didn’t want even worse punishment, my bum was far too sore for that. He let me quietly sniffle and deliberate for a while longer before he continued. “For now you are consigned to being with the rest of the babies here in E4. I don’t know how long you will be here that’s for others to decide but for the rest of the day at least you will be expected to act and play like any of those little tykes in there.” He pointed back to the nursery I’d left what seemed like hours ago but was probably just a few minutes. “You will receive no special concessions, what they do, you do, what they eat, you eat, what they are told, you will be expected to follow those instructions. Let me tell you once and for all Jamie... little boys who wet and mess themselves are loved and looked after but should you decide that is too much for you to understand... E10 would be your next port of call and I’d advise you to avoid that at all costs.” He paused whilst that info sunk in; so is this what mum meant by re-training? “Now, pull up your diaper and wipe your face,” he passed me a damp cloth, “and go and join the others. Don’t let Miss Sylvia have to contact me again... OK?” Surprisingly he tousled my hair as if dismissing a favourite child. Reluctantly I slowly dragged up my diaper and plastic pants as instructed but my shorts had disappeared. I dare not ask where they were. In fact, I found it hard to speak at all as this had been such a traumatic experience so was finding it hard to process the entire event. However, I knew that worse would happen if I didn’t follow the Prefect’s instruction. That was to be avoided. The diaper somehow soothed my still flaming bottom but I waddled to the door and Miss Tracy was there to greet me. “There he is, little Jamie’s come back to join his friends” she smiled as if nothing had happened and I’d been hiding, “let’s get you into the huddle as its story time.” Even with a bunch of babies I’d never felt so vulnerable and despite trying my best to stop blubbing was finding it extremely difficult not to burst into tears. I was sniffling back the tears but felt defenceless and abused. I wanted to know how a place that was ‘paradise’ to some had this awfully brutal way of dealing with those who didn’t fit in. With dread I went over and joined the group of giggling and happy pre-schoolers a couple of who were sitting in a carer’s lap all excited to have a story read to them. A few looked over as if wondering why a boy my age, dressed in a diaper, should be joining their little group. Of course it never occurred to me that they wouldn’t yet be thinking much at all, I was just another big person... well perhaps in their eyes only. I sighed but grudgingly sat in the circle. Although by far the eldest in the group like them all I was wearing a diaper though some of the others had at least a yellow, blue and white onesie covering their plastic bulges. I felt exposed but dare not ask for my shorts back or even a onesie so sat in the circle and crinkled like the rest of the kids in their robust protection. Miss Tracy opened a book. “This is the tale of a little boy who kept getting into trouble and how his teddy bear and friends helped him to stop being naughty...” she smiled over at me. “But first, let’s welcome our new friend Jamie who’s come to join us. There was a chorus of “Hewwo Jaaammeee” before she started. “Now, are you all sitting comfortably?” “Yeeaahh,” they replied in unison. “Then I’ll begin. Once upon a time...” I wondered what I’d let myself in for... and what the hell was E10? # tbc # 8 1 Link to comment
CDfm Posted July 28, 2023 Share Posted July 28, 2023 Being to uncomfortable to sleep , I opened my phone and had a pleasant surprise. Another new chapter here. The deeper I get into this story the more I feel bad for James, or Jamie. I realize he has and continues to bring all of this onto himself but I can’t help but feel bad about the hole situation. He was a good student enjoying school and his friends when his life was turned upside down. He was relocated to an area incredibly strict where he is new, has no friends, and is being forced to love the place. I think anyone would have resisted at least a little bit. But it just keeps getting worse and he is punished further at every turn. Deep down I hope he runs away and is successful in getting back to his friends. I know that’s not realistic and I would suspect he would know the same thing. The next step for me would be to just give up. Isolate myself and not associate with anyone under any circumstances no matter what they did to me. Stop eating, drinking, or doing anything else. My life would consist of just sitting and doing and saying nothing. 1 Link to comment
maly Posted July 28, 2023 Share Posted July 28, 2023 So James finds out what E4 is, i am certain he does not want to know what E10 is about. Thanks for the new chapter. Maly. 1 Link to comment
spark Posted July 29, 2023 Share Posted July 29, 2023 James is such an annoying protagonist because he is such a drama queen. Kids move all the time. It happens. My best friend had to move right before his Senior year in high school because his dad had to change jobs, It sucked, but kids move on. There is something seriously wrong with James that he is that self-destructive At the same token, this place is a bit like the Star Trek episode: Eye of Beholder. It's benevolent. There doesn't seem to be anything ethically that THYME is doing, but it's dystopian. James is a bad cog and bad cogs are not allowed. It seems like a familiar theme, but I don't think I've ever seen it in ABDL fiction. @Les Lea, just a wonderful job. 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted July 31, 2023 Author Share Posted July 31, 2023 On 7/29/2023 at 3:48 AM, spark said: It seems like a familiar theme, but I don't think I've ever seen it in ABDL fiction. @Les Lea, just a wonderful job. Well thank you Spark... 'just a wonderful job' is going on the poster as a review. Hugs 1 Link to comment
Les Lea Posted August 2, 2023 Author Share Posted August 2, 2023 Part 4 Despite what the slogan for the town says... TYME certainly wasn’t on MY side. As I sat in that kiddie circle only half listening to what I was sure was a story aimed at me I couldn’t get over the fact that a complete stranger had the right to spank me. According to him he’d been given permission by my parents but... how could my parents say that was OK? I could feel myself welling-up at the injustice of it all, whilst the rawness in my diaper was a fierce reminder of what had just taken place, and which I’d had no defence against. The threat of E10 if I didn’t change my ways had me worrying just how awful such a place might be... and who was there already. I mean, would it be somewhere I’d want to be, with people like me perhaps who resented being in this fuc... erm... dreadful place? The thing is the impression I got from the Prefect was that it was a place to avoid. So, could it be a place where they made you change your ways with mind altering gizmos or drugs? Imagination was getting the better of me and I hardly heard a word Miss Tracy was saying. However, whatever conclusion I’d come to was so overwhelming I found myself bawling like a two year old and Miss Sylvia had to come and remove me from the group as I’d set a few of the other little ones off. “What’s the matter sweetie?” Her voice was sugary but sympathetic, “Is your first day at nursery a bit much for you, hmmm?” I didn’t want to answer but that’s exactly what it was; finding myself reduced to the status of a toddler and having a really sore bottom. I could still feel each and every stinging slap and as much as I tried not to... the tears came in floods. I hated this place but wasn’t allowed to escape. She tried to cuddle me but instinctively I pulled away. “Now, now sweetie, what you need is a hug from the cuddle fairy... she’ll make you feel as right as can be...” This is ridiculous. I’m almost twelve but her soothing voice and the fact she was stroking my head felt really comforting. I didn’t want to rest my cheek on her shoulder but I didn’t resist when she pulled me in to a lovely deep cuddle. “There, there sweetheart... let cuddly Miss Sylvia make everything bet-bet.” I moved ever so slightly away but with absolutely no resistance she pulled me back and continued to hum a soft tune as I calmed down. Eventually, although still in her soft embrace, I found what I wanted to say. “That Prefect really hurt, it’s not fair, it’s...” “Oh sweetie of course, your little bum-bum must be red from being disciplined like that but... that’s what happens to naughty boys who swear and don’t do as they’re told. Still,” she paused as she stroked my padding, “I suppose I could put a little bit of soothing cream on that little tushie of yours... what d’ya say?” Again I didn’t want to join in with this stupid situation but I dare not fight any more, well certainly not today, and my bottom still felt like it was on fire and that process actually sounded good, so nodded my acquiescence. “There’s a good boy... come with me sweetie and we’ll have you all tickety-boo in a shake of a lamb’s tail. She held out her hand and despite myself I reached out and she pulled me to my feet and we walked back to the same place where I’d been changed earlier. “Right Jamie let’s get you up on the changing table and we can rub in some lovely soothing balm.” I got up and lay out feeling vulnerable but because I’d been wearing a diaper since I’d arrived in this town... this part, although a little strange, wasn’t too bad. That’s when it hit. I’d only been wetting myself since I arrived in this dreadful place so it must be something THEY were doing that was making me wet at night. Of course, why had I not realised this ‘fact’ before and why had I let myself be treated like a toddler. However, my thoughts were disrupted as she started to pull down my plastic pants when suddenly I grabbed them back up and shouted “NO”. # Miss Sylvia looked at me in surprise. She was about to continue removing my padding but I’d found my voice. “You’re all in it together,” I snarled accusingly. “You, mom, dad, this town of sadists...” I wasn’t quite sure what one was but I seemed to remember Boggy telling me it was about people who hurt others for no reason. I was trying to sit up but she just put her hand on my chest and held me down. Strangely I wanted to fight but that inexplicable knowing scowl on her face made me think twice. “Oh, has baby found a new word,” she mocked as her other hand reached for my plastic pants. “So,” she said tugging them down, “you think that everyone here in TYME has got together to make your life difficult, hmmm?” With one quick movement she yanked them off. “You think that everyone here has nothing better to do than gang up on Little Jamie,” she scoffed but looked determined, “who incidentally, and according to his records and the opinion of his parents, ‘has been acting like a little baby since arriving here’... is that what you think?” Her patience and goodwill seemed to have evaporated as she pulled at the little plastic clasps on the sides of my diaper and yanked them off leaving me completely naked from the waist down. “Turn over.” She commanded but I was more than a little terrified as to the way this revelation had gone. “Listen to me Jamie,” I’d been a bit slow in doing as she said so, with more strength than I would have given her credit for, she grabbed an arm and leg and flipped me over onto my belly, “you have been the architect of all that has befallen you and why you are here in the nursery.” I can only assume she was staring at my reddened bum because it didn’t feel she was talking to me. “You are the one who swears and abuses our enforcement officers. You are the one who gives your mother and father a hard time. You are even the one who pees and poos themselves... so Jamie... you see you have no one to blame but you.” “But spanking me is unfair... I... I...” “Do you know how many people have been spanked in this school?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “None until YOU” I looked up at her in surprise. “Yes, only you because everyone else, and I mean everyone else, from our youngest to the oldest, can appreciate what TYME is creating here.” I was still astounded and a little wary of these ‘facts’ but she continued. “It’s not TYME that said you could be spanked it was your parents who thought there may well be no other way of getting through to you so... whenever you swear, are disrespectful or generally unpleasant.... that’s what’s waiting for you.” I was shocked into silence. “I suppose they were hoping that the threat was enough but no, you just kept on pushing and pushing and didn’t heed the warning signs. You say you’re eleven but you haven’t learned a thing so... just how dumb are you?” She reached over to a shelf and sorted through an array of bottles and canisters until she found what she wanted. Without saying anything else she opened the top and palmed a huge dollop of some oily white cream, which was then rubbed into my inflamed bottom. “We try our best here to make everyone’s experience as nice as we can. TYME is on your side isn’t just a cute slogan... it’s a call to all who want to be treated well and with respect. The fact that you can’t appreciate that simple fact is once again a failing on your part not the towns.” She gently spread the sweet-scented cream all around and with its coolness there was a lessoning in the sting. Her tone softened. “The Prefect has made your bot-bot very red so this cream should reduce that ache and once we put another diaper on you’ll feel the benefits.” So the lecture was over and now her main concern was my welfare and inflamed bottom. I did a little wriggle of annoyance at the idea of being returned to wearing yet more protection but couldn’t complain because she was doing as I’d asked and there was an immediate result to her caring massage. She asked me to turn over and this time I did so without any mumbling or annoyance and she spread more of the cream over my privates. Miss Sylvia then reached under the table and produced a blue fabric diaper, which she flapped out to reveal it had a yellow and white border. She saw I was about to protest but gave me a withering look so I said nothing. Once the diaper had been folded into shape she also placed an extra soaker pad in it before slipping it under my bum and fastening it on tightly using two little tri-armed plastic gizmo’s that grabbed onto the material and held everything in place. “Right Jamie you’re good to go... and I don’t want to hear another word of complaint about you or back-talking to any of the lovely people here... do you understand?” I could see she was serious and I had to admit, even with thicker padding, it felt a lot better. She waited until I nodded in agreement but I asked for some pants, she said that babies didn’t need pants but if I wanted, she’d find me a nice onesie I could wear. I wasn’t that keen so said nothing and was guided back out to join the rest of the toddler group who were just about to have, as Miss Sylvia said, “their din-dins” # Some of the kids were in hi-chairs and some sat around in little groups at small tables. It was a noisy affair but the helpers were feeding those who needed such attention, whilst others were happily trying their best with fingers and spoons. Miss Sylvia guided me to a space at one small table which I thought I was too big to sit at but again, she gave me a look that said “Don’t even start.” So I sat and waited for my meal to arrive. Like everyone else I had cut up frankfurters, herby mashed potatoes and what looked like mashed beans. There was also a baby’s bottle full of milk and when I touched the glass it felt warm. The thing is, after all I’d been through, and although I was full of resentment about being put with this group of toddlers, my hunger overcame any reticence and I ploughed my spoon into the gloopy mass. It tasted fantastic. It was a shame my portion was only as big as the little kids but I appreciated what I had. I certainly didn’t want to drink from the bottle but I noticed both Miss Tracy and Miss Sylvia watching me and making notes on their screens, which looked like they were giving me marks. Although I can’t be sure but that was the feeling I got. I assumed I was being marked for not arguing, eating all my food and who knows what else. It dawned on me that perhaps, the best way to get out of here was to play along and try and amass enough points to be sent back to my real age group. It’s amazing where your thoughts take you when you’ve little option. “Do you need any help Jamie...” one of the girls pointed to the baby’s bottle of milk. I knew precisely what would happen if I didn’t pick it up and start to nurse from it. So, I didn’t argue, I didn’t have a meltdown, I simply lifted the bottle, stuck the teat between my lips and started sucking like the rest of those who didn’t have sippy cups. Yes, why hadn’t I been given a sippy cup? Well, I can only think that it was another test and, as I didn't want a return visit from the Prefect I let myself be humiliated as I hoped no one else would ever know what was happening. After din-dins, erm, I mean lunch, it was nap time and we were all encouraged to find a little mat, a space on the floor and relax. Of course it wasn’t something I wanted to do and the mats were way too small for me but Miss Tracy called me over and led me off to a little side room where a few of the less able kids were being led into cribs. There was one larger bed and I was led over to it and gently encouraged by her tapping on my padded butt to climb in. I knew this was a huge trial and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be part of it but, Miss Tracy was being very nice telling all the other kids to sleep and wake refreshed for more play time later. I thought I might as well take the opportunity to rest and gather my thoughts because there had been, and continued to be, quite a lot to take in. It was weird because the anger that I had at the beginning of all this had petered out and now I was simply thinking about how to get out of this silly situation. I’m not sure if it was down to the Prefect’s heavy hand, or the little chat that Miss Sylvia gave me but, the feeling I’d been put in my place and everything had been as a result of my obstinacy had hit home. They’d made it very clear that I was there because of my actions so now I had to find a way of playing their own game to see if I could change what was happening. Eventually we were all settled and the blinds closed, the lights dimmed and a sort of soft ethereal music started up. I could hear a child crying in the other room but my room was thankfully quiet and before I realised it I was being woken up by Miss Tracy and asked if I needed a change. “How long have I been asleep?” I groggily asked. “Well Jamie, you went sleepy-byes for nearly an hour...” I looked at her angrily as I didn’t like the fact she was talking to me like I was a two year old. “Ohhh, that look tells me someone’s wet their diaper and needs a change... c’mon sweetpea let’s get you over to the counter and changed before you get a nasty little rash.” Of course I wasn’t going to put up with this nonsense much longer but as I moved I felt that she was correct and my diaper was absolutely full. She patted the soggy front and smiled. “Someone’s been visited by the tinkle fairy... ohh and such a load... we’d better check that’s all there is.” She turned me round and pulled back the rear of my diaper, “Who’s a good boy... no stinkies but we still need to change and wipe your little bits ‘n bobs and get you ready for more play, hmmm?” Now I was aware of the expanded diaper I definitely wanted out of it so had to put up with being treated like all the others and wait my turn to get fresh padding. The girls were very fast and efficient so my turn, standing in line waiting with a very heavy and drooping diaper, was soon over. “Oopsy,” the girl said as I climbed onto the warm plastic changing mat that had just been vacated by a giggling two year old, “let’s see what tinkles...” I gave her a look and for a moment she stopped her chat and instead of her smiley and encouraging face I saw a real challenge. I wasn’t ready to take that on so tried to relax and let her get on with what she had to do... and say whatever she thought appropriate. I admit that it took a great deal of restraint not just to blow her and everybody else off but my bum couldn’t take another visit from the Prefect so I lay there hoping my resentment didn’t show too much. “Jamie, you’re doing very well,” she cooed as she wiped away any dampness from my privates. “It’s so nice having you with us and Damian and Elsie are keen to play with you once we have you all nicely wrapped up.” She smiled radiantly as she nodded over to two toddlers who were waiting at the door already freshly re-diapered and looking excitedly in my direction. The diaper and padding were quickly applied, as were the plastic pants inched up my legs. As I was about to get up Miss Sylvia came over with a onesie she said should fit and that was pulled over my head and the metal studs clasped under my crotch. It was all very snug but at least it hid part of the fabric. “Off you go... and Jamie,” she said with more than a hint of a warning, “play nicely.” # I looked around and I was dressed the same as these little babies, some around the same age as Josh, except he was in another, more advanced class and wearing a school uniform not a onesie and diaper. Miss Sylvia’s knowing threat hadn’t gone unnoticed and I reluctantly began to join in the game that Elsie and Damian had cooked up. Of course, it wasn’t too difficult to join in because I had played silly toddler games with Joshy before we moved here. Unexpectedly, guilt set in when I realised that we hadn’t played together for quite some time. No wonder he loved coming to school, he had friends to play with. Since coming to TYME I’d never once given a thought to mine and Josh’s relationship I was just too resentful about the move. The number of times he’d tried to engage me in the daft stuff we used to play together and I just blanked him or was downright rude... well that wasn’t how it used to be. I didn’t have to give the game much thought as it involved a lot of running around and screaming with delight (them not me though I did make the appropriate noises when necessary) and I began to wonder if wetting was down to my self-inflicted depression? I didn’t know why or how but despite everything mom putting me back in diapers had been needed. I mean, I hadn’t wet until I came here so maybe, if I DID make friends with some of the other kids my age, perhaps my morning sogginess would be no more. How Elsie and Damian, and the few other’s that joined in our game had got me thinking about changing my grumpiness and embracing the change... though I wasn’t sure. Maybe because of that simple fact, despite myself, I was actually having fun like Josh and I used to do. Is this what they meant by re-training? # There were moments when I was completely lost in play but then I’d realise I was not supposed to be here and that would lessen my enthusiasm. Of course the carers were keeping an eye on everyone but I felt their displeasure when I occasionally stopped and thought about my situation. I was in conflict. I knew what I should be doing but there was still a resistance that buzzed in my mind to fight this place as much as I could. Weirdly, it was as I was thinking about this ‘fight’ that I could feel my diaper warming and realised I’d just soaked it. The lunchtime milky drink apparently flowing through me very quickly and without any conscious attempt on my part to stop the flood. “Jamie sweetie, do you need a change?” I felt stupid and wasn’t sure how Miss Tracy knew but the diaper’s slight discolour gave it away so there was no use denying it. “OK boys and girls anyone else need a change?” She looked over at the others and two put up their hands. “Jenny, Azim come along with Jamie and we’ll get you all cleaned up and into a nice fresh diapee, yeah?” So, two little figures and a relatively large one waddled over to the changing room. “Do you want to go first Jamie?” This was so embarrassing but what was worse than having to wear a diaper (as I’ve said) was wearing a wet one so I reluctantly nodded. “There’s a good boy,” encouraged Miss Tracy, “I’ll have you all clean and tickety-boo in moments” and thrust a teddy into my hands as she flipped the snaps holding my onesie together. The flimsy material bounced up onto my chest revealing just what a full and soaked diaper I was wearing. She pulled down the plastic pants and pulled at the securing gizmos. “Oh sweetie,” she smiled and cooed at me, “this is very wet... you must have been wearing a damp diaper for ages... we must start checking you more often... it’s not good to leave a wet diaper on for too long. We’re here to help Jamie... so don’t be shy in asking” then she quickly tapped something onto her tablet and smiled. I was sure I hadn’t wet earlier but I couldn’t be sure. Surely I’d know when my diaper was wet and take the appropriate action... except... I didn’t want anyone to know I wet, which was really stupid because everyone knew I did. Throughout this little speech of childish encouragement she had removed the soggy mass, wiped me clean and rubbed in some cream - all this whilst I was biting my bottom lip and clutching the teddy tightly. Jenny and Azim looked on standing on their tippy-toes to try and see better. A flurry of powder followed and made me cough and splutter which strangely got me chuckling and set off my two fellow diaper wetters. Miss Tracy took out another large blue diaper from under the table and fluffed it out; she added another soaker pad and quickly slipped it under my bum and fastened me in. A dry diaper was welcome but it seemed thicker than the last and, when she shuffled up a fresh pair of equally thick vinyl pants, I noticed that there were small cartoon animals all over them. I was about to complain when Azim came over and was obviously intrigued by them. “Ooohhh, wuvwy,” he enthused. For some reason his reaction to them took away my complaint and Miss Tracy helped me off the table and lifted Azim on to it. “Would Little Azim like some wuverly plastic panties like his friend Jamie?” She nodded towards me and he giggled in response. “Ask Miss Sylvia for a larger onesie sweetie,” she called after me, “I’m afraid that one wouldn’t fasten with your new padding.” I watched for a moment as she tickled Azim who was wriggling and giggling furiously but obviously enjoying the attention. I was just glad that she hadn’t done the same to me as I wasn’t sure how I’d have reacted. Meanwhile, I was on my way back to the rest of the group who were getting milk and cookies. # The onesie hung loose and flapped a little as I walked. “Ooohhh sweetie, that’s a thick diapee and I suppose the onesie doesn’t fit,” I nodded at Miss Sylvia. “Don’t worry sweetie, I have something else you can wear. Just go off and play and I’ll be back in a moment.” By then two little hands had grabbed mine and were dragging me over to their play area where a mat was set out with toys and dolls having a picnic. I’d played this game before with Josh so knew my part in it. I was the guest of honour. We’d been playing and pretending to have cakes and drinks when Miss Sylvia arrived back. “OK sweetie, hands up.” I saw she was carrying something new so did as she asked. The onesie was slid off with care and a little shiver ran through my body because it was done with such tickly tenderness. “Keep your arms up sweetie,” and she folded a soft fleecy t-shirt down and over my body. Like the diaper it felt fantastic against my skin and came to a stop just at the top of my padding. It was in pale blue and had a yellow cartoon monkey on the front which the rest of the assembled kids were excited about. They were all pointing at it and making comments and giggling so, thinking how Josh would have liked this, I pretended to be a monkey and bounced around making monkey noises. Had there been ropes to climb I think I might well have gone ape. It seemed appropriate to start making monkey type noises and adopting the facial expression I assumed went with being a monkey. The next step was to launch myself up onto a table and beat my chest. I saw the carers looking a little worried but I continued to screech like a happy ape. The kids loved it and were squealing in delight. I looked over and all the carers were laughing as well. Soon I had the entire nursery in uproar as I bounded from one mat onto a chair, back to another mat then up onto a table. Yes, I was a hit and the kids appreciated my silly antics. I saw both Miss Tracy and Miss Sylvia making notes. I just hoped they were as positive as I felt at that moment. # tbc # 7 1 Link to comment
maly Posted August 2, 2023 Share Posted August 2, 2023 So is Jamie starting to get it? Thanks for the new chapter. Maly. 1 Link to comment
CDfm Posted August 3, 2023 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Well something finally broke through his thick skull. Now the question will be was it enough or is he going to start resisting again. Right now he seems to understand that compliance is the way to go but at the same time he is questioning how he got to where he’s at. I’m sure his life will be less painful if he gives in and accepts the baby treatment. I’m looking forward to seeing more. 1 Link to comment
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