Dale’s Story – Chapter Four
An embarrassed, aching and exhausted Dale ambled cautiously up to his bedroom and prepared to be changed. As had been explained to him earlier he assembled all the items needed and stood by the side of the mat waiting for one of the ladies to come and sort him out. His blubbing had stopped now that he was in capable hands and he’d never felt more indebted.
From the moment Christine and Miriam had noticed Dale’s predicament they were nothing but concern and diligence. Because of his see-thru plastic pants they had immediately observed the developing problem, whilst the tears rolling down his face meant that it was not something he’d planned or indeed had any control over. As they rushed to his aid all he could do was mutter his apologies.
“Sorry, I’m…” he tried to hold back the despair he was feeling, “so sorry. I tried to stop it.”
His degradation was overwhelming, whilst his body shook under his weeping and torment. The poor guy, who now appeared to the two women like a small neglected child incapable of looking after himself, had them desperate to quickly fix the problem.
It had been strange that only earlier, even though it had never happened before, he was worried about soiling himself. It was if there was some kind of wish fulfilment there but couldn’t comprehend why that might happen.
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There was no doubt about it Dale was very nervous around these two formidable women (though he didn’t know his father also felt the same way); they seemed to exude power and control. After the afternoon’s ‘behavioural correction’, as Miss McCloud called it, his thighs still stung though any anger and resentment were barely noticeable as he was now filthy, humiliated and extremely tired. However, because he felt smelly, clammy and uncomfortable he was actually looking forward to getting his nappy changed.
Christine led him to the bathroom and helped him out of the mess. As he wriggled free of the stinking heap the look of dejection, shame and failure were etched into his tear-stained face. The smell hardly registered with Christine as she guided him to the shower and took charge in making sure every bit of the poor boy was cleaned.
No questions this time as Dale did exactly what he was told; he turned when she said to, he held his arms up on command and he bent over and felt the wonderful warm shower clearing away the remains of his accident. Once that was accomplished she soaped and shampooed the rest of his body whilst inspecting the marks on his legs where Miriam had used the cane. Happy there was no serious damage she wrapped him in a towel and told him to go up to his bedroom.
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A few minutes later she entered his room carrying a couple of bags, which she put down on his bed, then indicated Dale should lie out on the plastic mat. He slumped down naked but with relief. Christine didn’t know why he’d stood shivering and waiting to be told he could sit but she liked the fact that unbidden he had sought permission; perhaps there was some understanding of his situation penetrating that addled brain.
She’d thought Miriam had done a rather thorough job fastening him in that morning and, as it turned out, the soak pad had been needed. However, this time she thought she’d be on the safe side and add further pads… just in case. She inspected the rash, both front and back and, after an antiseptic wet-wipe of his entire genital area, re-applied more lotion before securing him into an even thicker and well stuffed nappy. Dale didn’t mind. Huge though his nappy now was he smiled for the first time, desperately grateful to be out of the soggy and heavy mass, it was a relief to be snug and dry.
Christine told him to wait where he was on the mat while she unpacked the bags she’d brought up with her. He was happy just to lie, in fact, had it not been so early he could just as easily have dropped off there and then.
She hung a few of things up in the wardrobe, put a few more items in the draws and finally brought a new pair of plastic pants over to fit him in. These weren’t as tight as the other pair but just as see-thru. However, they were voluminous, capable of covering a much thicker nappy than the one he had on, although the downside was that they crinkled even more. She slid them up his legs and made sure his nappy was completely contained before she made him stand up. She smoothed and tucked, well aware that the bulge behind the nappy was much bigger than before. Dale was obviously reacting to the physicality of the operation, but she also knew that the extra padding would keep him snug, safe… and moral.
It wasn’t that she had a problem with him doing what a normal teenage boy did but she didn’t want it to be an easy escape from his responsibilities. She wanted him to think about everything he did – its consequences and not do it simply because it was ‘something to do.’ She knew boys will find a way to relieve themselves no matter how many hurdles were put in their way but, she liked the idea of there being hurdles, then perhaps the accomplishment was worthwhile.
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Over the evening meal his aunt explained that she was impressed that he had got so much of the garden excavated but was not impressed that Miss McCloud had to discipline him. He sat and squirmed in the comfort of his thick dry nappy, though mentally could still feel those hefty swats hitting the back of his thighs.
“Yes, I’m really sorry.” He looked from his aunt to her lover, “I’m really very sorry Miss McCloud.”
Indeed he was sorry; he bore the marks to prove it. Meanwhile, the tears he’d shed at the time had made no difference he still had to get on and finish the work whether he was hurting or not.
“Tomorrow we begin a new era, well, you begin a new era,” Christine corrected, “and you’d better be on your best behaviour. For the foreseeable future your life is going to be busy; a nonstop rollercoaster of exertion and stimulation.”
Again Dale shuffled uneasily in his nappy not daring to ask the question he was dying to ask, ‘What exactly did that mean?’
He wanted something to take his mind off it and to relax so asked if he could watch TV.
“You haven’t earned any points yet to qualify to have any treats.” Miss McCloud answered.
“TREATS?” The word loudly slipped out without him thinking.
“Yes, you have to earn everything from now on. We told you that there was no more free rides so, as it is for everyone else, you need to earn your livelihood. Points will be awarded to your tasks and, if they are carried out to the specified levels, you will eventually be able to swap those points for rewards. TV is a reward, as is computer time, video games, clothing, food, your room and the roof over your head.” She spread her all-encompassing arms to indicate everything.
“Fucking hell aunty, what kind of…” he nearly went on with his own frustrated angry outburst but that flash in his aunt’s eye made him think again.
“BED… NOW.” She was fuming and needed a couple of moments to calm down.
“I’m sor…”
“NOW,” she screamed, “and wait by your bed.”
It was only six thirty but Dale knew he’d made a huge mistake and dreaded what was about to happen but flew up the stairs to his room as best as he could; the bulkiness making progress difficult but scared that if he dawdled he’d get into further trouble.
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After five minutes he could hear the ladies coming up the stairs. In his head he’d already prepared his apology and thought, together with a few heartfelt sobs, his recent messy accident and their understanding of that problem, he might get away with his outburst.
Miss McCloud told him to take down his plastic pants. He tried to say something but she ignored him as he reluctantly and noisily, pulled them down around his ankles.
“Now the nappy.”
He unpinned the bulk and let it slide to the floor.
“Now, bend over the end of the bed.”
“Pleaseeee aunty, Miss McCloud, don’t do this I’m really very sorry. I promise I…”
“Over the end of the bed now. If I have to make you,” his aunt said determinedly, “you will receive twice the punishment.”
Once again his legs were paralysed with fear and he couldn’t get them to make even the most basic movement.
Miss McCloud grabbed him and pushed him over the bed. She held his head down so that his naked and spotty bottom was available for what his aunt intended on doing. He soon found out that the caning he’d received earlier was as nothing compared to the hairbrush that was suddenly inflaming his rear. With each crack he screamed in pain but Miss McCloud’s grip prevented him from doing anything but suffer.
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He couldn’t believe his aunt had such a powerful swing though the only thought he had was praying it would soon stop. Tears poured down his chin, snot was drippling into his mouth and he was wracked in the most excruciating agony he could have imagined. His squealing apology was falling on deaf ears and he trembled as his nervous system shakily took over control of his body.
His learning curve had suddenly hit a steep gradient and any sympathy they may have had for his earlier messy predicament was clearly a thing of the past.
After what seemed like hours to Dale, she stopped. The women had planned that both would deliver any discipline but Christine had maintained her rhythm and thought she should complete his punishment. His spotty bottom was now purple and raw but he was too scared to do anything but cry. He couldn’t even apologise for his outburst he just lay, bent over his bed and wailed into his pillow.
After a few moments Christine told him to get up. He felt too exhausted to even move but the worry that more punishment would be meted out saw him slowly rise. He was too embarrassed to turn around and he dare not because he’d not been given permission to do so.
With a sigh of fatigue Christine hugged her nephew. Miss McCloud joined them in the embrace and the three of them stood holding each other for a few minutes. Four firm large breasts held the weeping naked boy in place but he was in no state of mind to appreciate the situation. This strange but loving act confused Dale and his bawling increased. Eventually Christine broke the little circle and turned Dale to face her. He looked a picture of abject misery.
“Do you know why you’ve been punished?” She spoke softly so as not to alarm the boy further.
He was trying to control his sobbing and finally was able to nod.
In truth she probably landed more than was absolutely necessary. She’d kept her anger in check but there were still some residual feelings of rage that had spurred her on to make sure he understood his lowly position.
The terror in Dale’s weepy eyes told her she may have gone too far but, as she reapplied the cream and fastened back his protection she needed to make sure he knew about consequences.
She pushed his thick mop of hair away from his forehead and quietly told him.
“You’ve got to learn quicker than that. No one will put up with your bad behaviour or smart mouth or lax attitude any more. You need to avoid punishment because you just aren’t built to take it.”
He dare not say a word. His bottom was throbbing and there were still a huge amount of tears he hadn’t expelled yet but was afraid to do so in front of his aunt. Miss McCloud guided him to his bed and helped him climb in; such was the pain in his bottom he decided to sleep on his front. She went to the wardrobe and pulled out the one thing that always comforted Harry when he was upset and laid it at the forlorn lad’s side. The big stuffed Tigger wasn’t immediately grabbed but as Dale’s coping mechanism collapsed once more and the tears started to flow he reached out and hugged the toy animal tightly.
Neither Christine nor Miriam felt proud of what they’d done but both thought it had been necessary. As they left the room the sight of him clutching Tigger and dressed only in his protection, his huge, shiny, padded plastic bottom the focus of attention, actually made both women quite broody and they too had an early night.
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The dream of being an author or him being in a movie was replaced by a mix of short confusing scenes. The main point to them all was that he couldn’t find his way home. In one he was standing at a bus stop but didn’t know the correct number bus to get on, so he was afraid to get the ones that came in case they took him to the wrong place.
In another he was out in the middle of the desert, again waiting for a bus, but on a long empty road that disappeared in a straight line off into infinity. There was no traffic but it was hot, he could feel the sweat flooding his clothes but he was desperate to find a way home. Suddenly huge white arrows appeared on the road’s surface pointing off towards the horizon. He was nervous; his clothes were soaked in perspiration, the water bottle empty and knew he’d die if he didn’t move. However, he was suspicious of these indicating arrows and decided to go in the opposite direction. That way lay a curvier road. It led to scary, precarious rocks, then a jungle and there were mountains in the distance. But that distant jungle would offer shade, whereas the straight road had none. As he walked he could hear animal noises and he sensed that he was being stalked. He staggered along, the heat was unforgiving, his clothes stuck to his body and fear began creepy up on him as he realised he wasn’t alone.
The roar scared him. His entire body jerked in response as he spun to face the attacker.
The End of Dale’s Story – Chapter Four.
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