Abby – Chapter Eleven
Acting like a child in my completely aware state was harder than I thought it would be. When I woke up, I had to make myself cry again so Alice would change me out of the diaper I had wet. Apparently, although I did have full control of my bodily functions in the daytime, I had grown so accustomed to using my diapers it had become natural to wet them in my sleep.
When Alice completed my baby doll dress ensemble with a few ribbons in my hair and a pair of pink socks, I followed her down the hall for breakfast relying on my hands and knees to take me there. Breakfast was four large jars of baby food, which Alice wouldn’t show me the labels of. She said it was for my own benefit that I didn’t know what I was eating, but it didn’t matter one way or another; the secrecy didn’t make the mush easier to swallow. Then I was given a bottle to sip at, which I reluctantly slid between my teeth.
But the embarrassment never quite hit me until Madeline came into the kitchen and started being a nuisance.
“So, how was Baby Abby’s night?” she cooed at me as I sipped at my bottle. Alice shot me a glance as she did the dishes, making sure I stayed quiet. I did my part, maintaining an awkward gaze like I didn’t understand, and honestly I didn’t. Alice said Madeline didn’t tease me anymore. Why was she starting again? “Did you wake up wet?” she asked with a mocking concern.
“I bet you did. That’s why those diapers are on you, little baby.” I felt my blood pressure rising, but I merely dropped my gaze to the floor. Hopefully the red in my cheeks didn’t give away that what she was saying actually affected my mood.
Then, without warning, she slipped her hand under my baby doll dress and put a finger in my diaper.
“Dry? How unexpected,” she chimed.
“I don’t even remember the last time you kept yourself dry. It’s a good thing you started wearing these when you did. I’d hate to have to wash all your wet panties.” I clenched my fists in frustration. It took all my willpower to keep my lips pressed shut.
“Cut it out,” Alice said very matter-of-factly.
“You know she can’t hear you anyway.”
“I must have forgotten,” Madeline said, turning her attention from me for which I was very grateful.
“Oh, and Alice, there was some boy here yesterday. Taller fellow, brownish messed up hair. He was looking for Abby, so I let the Master take care of him.”
“Miles!” It slipped out, but I didn’t stop there.
“What did you do to him?!” I was silenced as a large rubber bulb passed between my teeth.
“Don’t spit it out, Abby,” Alice said as she removed her hand off the pacifier. Her posture was tense, but she kept her voice very calm. I had already made a mess of things, so I obeyed her command.
Madeline stood in front of both of us, her arms crossed and her cheekbones raised into a devious smile. Alice took a deep breath, turned toward Madeline and began the negotiations.
“We both know Abby using a big girl voice isn’t against the rules,” Alice reminded Madeline.
“And the only way she could speak like that at all is if she has escaped the hypnotism,” Madeline retorted. Much to my dismay, Madeline wasn’t stupid. Alice knew this as well.
“What would you like in return for keeping this between us?” Madeline’s smile grew as she told us her one condition.
“I want custody of Abby for the rest of the day without regulations.”
“No!” was Alice’s rapid reply.
“Then she goes back to how she was.”
“Excuse me,” I said after removing the pacifier from my mouth.
“Do I get a say in this?” Both of them looked at me furiously, but I didn’t let it intimidate me.
“I think Madeline’s request is reasonable.” Madeline smirked and Alice turned toward me and started talking quietly.
“Abby, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know that nothing is worse than forgetting Miles again,” I countered, “or forgetting you, Alice.” She pressed her lips together in frustration. It was clear that Alice wanted to say something, but I knew she wouldn’t. Alice didn’t want to undermine my decisions, and she most certainly didn’t want to lose me again.
“Then it’s settled,” Madeline finalized.
“For the rest of today, until Abby is put back into her crib tonight, she is under my control, and in return I won’t mention anything about Abby’s hypnotic awaking to the Master.” Alice bent down to meet me eye level sitting at the table, and kissed my cheek.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she whispered in a tortured tone.
I nodded, doing my best to be brave, and watched Alice leave the room.
“Let’s see,” Madeline pondered, “where to begin?” She reached out from inside the cabinet and pulled out another jar of baby food.
“I already ate, Madeline,” I protested. She gave me a surprised look, walked over the one of the kitchen drawers, and pulled out a large wooden spoon. I was puzzled at first, but when she smacked my bare thigh with it, right below the hem of my baby doll dress, I knew I had done something wrong.
While I sat there, rubbing my leg and trying not to cry or scream, she explained.
“Just because I know you can talk like a big girl doesn’t mean you are allowed to. You’re not to sound any older than a two year old, and from now on, instead of Madeline, you will call me Ma’am. Is that understood, little Abby?” I nodded, but it wasn’t enough. Reluctantly, I regressed my tone to that of a child and spoke softly; “Yes Ma’am.” I could feel the blush take over my pale cheeks.
“What a good girl,” she smirked, then began spoon feeding me another six jars of baby food. Unfortunately, she showed me the flavors beforehand. That’s when I appreciated Alice for keeping them to herself. When I knew what I was eating it tasted much worse, and after a total of ten jars of baby food I couldn’t help but spit some of it up onto the bib Alice had tied around my neck at the start of my first serving.
Finally I was finished and given a new bottle. This one tasted much worse than the one Alice gave me, and I couldn’t stomach all of it; just like the baby food, a lot of it dripped down my chin and onto my torso.
“Let’s get the baby cleaned up,” Madeline said as she wiped my mouth and chin with a wet rag.
“Hands and knees, Baby Abby,” she ordered.
I climbed off the chair to the marble floor, situated myself as commanded, and crawled behind Madeline out of the kitchen. We went upstairs, took a few turns, and arrived back at the nursery to find the door slightly ajar.
It was an odd occurrence to have a door open in our house at all. Every door was properly closed, and most frequently locked. I assumed Madeline wasn’t allowed in my nursery, which must have been why Alice left this door open for her. Alice was probably the only one with the key, aside from Daddy of course.
Madeline then walked, with me crawling at her heels, into what has been my bedroom for the last month. She went to the changing table, hoisted me onto it, and secured my hands and feet just like Alice had done once before the hypnotism. It was different though. This time, I was lying on my stomach, facing down.
I heard the tapes rip off the sides of my diaper, and then felt the warm padding leave my skin. My face went bright red with the knowledge that Madeline was looking at my naked backside. But it got worse when I heard the slicing of scissors and the baby doll dress fell off my back and was pulled from under my body. Without the perk of a bra, because I am “not old enough”, I was now completely naked in front of my nemesis and unable to move due to the ribbons and wristbands that chained me to the changing table.
“Now, it’s time for your punishment to begin,” Madeline stated coldly.
“But Ma’am,” I muttered in my baby voice, “I did nuffin’ wrong.” A large crack rang through the air and pain simultaneously shot across my rear. I screamed, which gave Madeline the moment she needed to slip a pacifier into my mouth. I started sucking it to calm down, which helped more than I anticipated.
Two minutes passed of me quietly sucking the pacifier, settling down, when my backside was cracked again. This time I didn’t scream; I tried, but the pacifier held to my lips shut. I knew Madeline had placed super glue on the pacifier before giving it to me, much like Alice had done a month ago. I was almost glad the pacifier stayed in place though; if it wasn’t glued, it would have fallen out, and then I wouldn’t have it to calm me down.
But I never had the chance to compose myself. Right after the second spanking, a third followed, then a fourth, and after I started crying at sixteen, and after I lost count at fifty three, and after at least doubling the number of spankings after I lost count, Madeline finally let me rest. My lips were numb from all the tugging they did at the super glue whenever I tried to scream, my joints hurt from all the useless flailing I had attempted, and my hair was stuck to my face in the places the tears ran down my cheeks.
Madeline walked in front of me, flashed the leather belt she had been spanking me with, and stated simply, “That was only the beginning.” I wasn’t sure if it was because of the horrible punishment I had already received or because of Madeline’s last words before she left, but even after an hour of sucking my pacifier and awaiting Madeline’s return I never stopped crying.
Eventually, and unfortunately, I heard her light footsteps transition from the marble hallway floor to the soft padded carpeting inside my nursery. I was facing away from the door, and I couldn’t see her enter or what she was holding.
I tried screaming again when I felt Madeline press something into my rear. The small object dove deeper into me. I attempted to push it out, but Madeline held the object in place as I thrashed as violently as I could in my restraints. It did me no good, but I felt a necessity to try. Suddenly the feeling changed as whatever penetrated started leaking. It began slower, but soon a steady stream of liquid poured into my backside. I stopped writhing and screaming. I couldn’t make sense of it, but suddenly my fear subsided into obedience. I sucked my pacifier to slow my heart rate as the liquid filled me.
The nozzle was pulled out of my rear, but it didn’t relinquish the discomfort. With all the fluid inside me, my stomach was in a great deal of pain. I wanted to expel the liquid, but before I had a chance to do so a different object was put inside me. This new object wasn’t much bigger than the nozzle, which was a relief. It could easily be pushed out in order to relieve myself. But then the tip placed inside me began to expand. It pushed against the walls inside my rectum and I began to scream again. I wasn’t accustomed to anything inside me, especially something this large.
Soon, the bulb in my butt stopped expanding and I felt a slight pinch on my thigh. I lifted my torso best I could, which I had learned to do with Alice, and when I placed my hips back on the padded tabletop I felt the softness of a diaper beneath me. It was an awkward situation being diapered while lying on my stomach, but Madeline managed to secure the diaper perfectly.
My right hand was unfastened from the restraint, but immediately secured into a metal ring before I could thrash. Next, my left hand was freed and I was propped up onto my knees. Both my hands were put in front of me and I watched Madeline secure the left hand into the same pair of handcuffs the right one was already locked into.
The restraints on my feet were taken off, and even though Madeline had a good grip on the chain between the two cuffs around my wrists, I thought once I got off the changing table I could kick her. That’s not what happened though.
I failed to notice before getting off the changing table that the diaper Madeline put on me wasn’t the type I usually wore. This one was much larger, and much thicker. The second my feet touched the floor, I wobbled and fell to my knees.
Madeline tugged at the handcuffs and I shuffled my knees in her direction over to the crib. Using Madeline for balance, I managed to stand up and sit inside the crib as she directed. The side bar was raised and Madeline used a small key from a pocket in her maid uniform to unlock one hand from the cuffs. My hands were put on opposite sides of one of the crib bars and then handcuffed again on the outside. This made standing, or even moving comfortably, impossible.
That’s when it all hit me. The liquid inside me applied a vast amount of pressure to my stomach and I fell to the mattress of the crib, writhing in pain. I knew what I had to do, and I knew the humiliation it would entail, but I didn’t care. I pushed, trying to mess my diaper, but the pain came back tenfold when the fluid couldn’t push the bulb out of the way. The screams that came through the pacifier were barely audible, but Madeline knew they were tortured. Tears poured down my cheeks.
“I gave you a one-and-a-half quart enema,” Madeline explained to me, looking down into the crib.
“Basically, I shot water into you, but enough water to fill three-fourths of your bowels. And considering you most likely haven’t messed your diapers since you came out of your hypnotism to spare yourself the humiliation, I assume the other fourth of your bowels are full with other things.” I kicked at the crib, trying to scream at her. None of my actions made sense. The movement just hurt my stomach more.
“After the enema, I inserted an inflatable butt plug. It’s exactly what it sounds like. It will make sure nothing comes out of your rear until I deflate the bulb. That means you’ll suffer as long as I want you to.” This is when I noticed the small plastic hose extending from the back of my oversized diaper into the pocket of Madeline. I couldn’t stop crying. I had no control, even to mess myself. The pain was nauseating.
“I bet you’re wondering why I am doing this to you,” she said, nearly quoting my thoughts.
“Ever since I’ve been here, you get everything you want. You can play all day, sleep in, and get breakfast in bed. You are allowed to eat sweets at mealtimes, dress in anything, and play games. You never clean or cook or work, except one day a month, and your work is to look cute and walk around. You are waited on hand and foot by the employees in this house, including your best friend. You are a spoiled little princess, and you don’t appreciate a damn bit of it! “You want more than you have. You want to play in the woods or adventure into town. You want new clothes; you never even stopped to think that you have a selection while all I have is this uniform.
“And now that a boy comes, you want him. You want to kiss people and be in love. You’re a princess; why do you need more? “When that Miles boy told me that you were talking in an adult voice yesterday, I knew something was up. You aren’t supposed to be conscious, because without awareness you can’t take anything for granted. I decided I needed to teach you a lesson.
“You deserve this pain, because you don’t understand what a punishment is. Everything is absolutely perfect for you, and since you can’t realize that, I’ll show you what imperfection feels like!” With that, she walked out. I was so shocked that the pain was momentarily absent. Tragically, the absence didn’t last long enough.
It was everywhere now. The torturous stomachache had given me a migraine, and my feet and torso hurt from thrashing around the crib. My wrists were nearly bleeding because of all the strain my movements had put on the handcuffs. My tears were flowing freely, and even sucking the pacifier did nothing to stop it.
Then I noticed that when Madeline turned and walked away in a huff, the plastic cord that was placed in the back of my diaper pulled the air pump out of her pocket. It was on the floor a few feet away from the crib, and with careful maneuvering, I managed to first get the hose into my restrained hands. After ten or fifteen agonizing minutes of pressure from the enema and frustration with the plastic cord, I finally wrapped my index finger and thumb around the small valve and twisted it.
The butt plug deflated and the pressure pushed the shrunken plug out of me and into the back of the diaper. I fell limp onto the mattress as I let myself suffer the ultimate humiliation of a girl my age by messing my diaper, but I didn’t regret it. The mess felt absolutely horrible on my backside, but the pain was gone. My tears slowly stopped, and as I sucked the pacifier I drifted off to sleep.
The End of Abby – Chapter Eleven.
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