Chains that Bind – Chapter Four
John lay in bed quietly for an hour before falling asleep. He was utterly miserable. The mess he had made felt cold and clammy on his skin and made his scrotum contract. The poop clung to his skin like glue and squished every time he moved. He would have cried except for Margaret’s threat to spank him. If she found out he was dirty, the punishment she’d inflict would be a thousand times worse than what he was suffering. At first he continued to suck on his thumb in fear that she’d discover that he had disobeyed her, but after a while he had found the presence of his thumb strangely comforting. He snuggled up to the teddy bear and fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth.
The next morning Margaret woke him by pulling the blanket off of the bed. He had taken his thumb out of his mouth in his sleep and was hugging the plushy fur of the bear when he awoke. Margaret flipped up his nightie and pulled it over his head, saying, “Good morning Honey! Did Johnny have a good sleep? Let mommy check your dydee and see if you need to be cleaned up.”
She stuck three fingers down his diaper and said in mock surprise, “Oh dear! Mommy’s little boy is sopping wet! Mommy will get you cleaned up right away before her sweet little boy get a bad case of dydee rash!”
John yawned extravagantly and blinked his eyes as she picked up his legs and put a garbage bag beneath his bottom. The movement brought an explosion of itching pain. “Diaper rash!”, he thought in alarm, “I’ve got diaper rash!”
Margaret smiled down at him as she pulled the panties off his diapers and down his legs. She grinned and chided gently, “Do you remember what mommy said about sucking your thumb, Honey?”
John hastily stuck his thumb in his mouth causing Margaret to grin and say, “That’s mommy’s GOOD boy!” John frowned around his thumb as the smell of the sour diaper reached him. The reek of ammonia was over powering. Margaret unpinned on side of his diaper and then the other. The sour odor of the diaper was immediately replaced with the noxious effluvium of a dirty diaper. John wanted to gag but was prevented by his thumb. Margaret began the process of cleaning the filth from his bottom and pubes causing John to writhe in pain. “This is torture!”, he thought as every touch of the babywipe on his irritated skin brought a new wave of itching and pain.
John bit his thumb as Margaret rubbed diaper rash ointment into his abused skin and followed it with a light dusting of baby powder. She smiled and said, “There you go, Honey. Now would mommy’s little boy rather wear panties today or dydees?”
The thought of wearing a diaper on his rash made the color go out of his face. John choked and said, “Panties please, mommy.”
“Panties it is then, Honey!”, she said with a knowing grin. He must really be miserable, she thought. The skin on his scrotum and bottom looked like it was ready to bleed. She put him in a fresh pair of lacy panties and then showed he what she had brought him to wear. It was a pretty blue dress with a crinoline petty skirt that bloomed out extravagantly. It looked like it had been designed for an extra large sized two ear old girl. Contrasting white lace bordered the puffed sleeves and collar and a large blue bow accented the waist. She slipped the dress over his head and buttoned the back for him before helping him from the bed, saying, “Come on, Honey. It’s time for your breakfast. Mommy has made a special treat for you this morning; oatbran and stewed prunes.”
She held his hand as they went down the stairs. John didn’t know how he was going to sit in a chair to eat, every movement of his legs was agony. The dress wasn’t going to be much help, the skirt was so short his panties could be clearly seen when he stood. When they got down to the kitchen, John discovered Ann sitting there at the breakfast table. Sitting in front of the table was a scarred wooden high chair. “Oh no!”, he thought in despair, “That high chair is meant for me!”
Margaret lifted him up and sat him in the high chair causing him to moan involuntarily in pain. She fed the strap up between his legs and fastened it behind him on the chair. The strap was too tight; it cut into his panties and rubbed against his testicles painfully. Then Margaret placed the tray on the high chair in front of him and went to get his breakfast. Ann saw the look of pain on John’s face and knew what the strap was doing to him. Margaret had explained what she had done to John last night when she called this morning. That strap must be cutting into his rash and making him very uncomfortable. She had been delighted to give Margaret Bethany’s old baby furniture when Margaret asked for it this morning. The humiliation of sleeping in a crib and eating in a high chair would do him good she thought.
Margaret tied a bib around his neck and began to feed him the bran and prune mixture. “Yecck!”, Ann thought to herself as she watched John being spoon fed his breakfast. Margaret started talking to him to hurry him, saying, “Come on Honey. Open wide! That’s a good boy. Here’s another one. Goooood boy! Mommy wants you to hurry, she’s got a special surprise for you this morning. But first you’ve got to eat your breakfast and then mommy will cut your hair. Your hairs so long it looks like a little girl’s! We can’t have that, can we? Now hurry up and eat your breakfast. Mommy has invited some special visitors to come over and see you this morning. They’ll be here in about an hour.”
He finished the fruit and cereal and was given milk to drink to complete his breakfast. At least it looked like milk. When he tasted it, it had the strong flavor of vanilla. John smacked his lips with gusto. They had given him a milk shake for breakfast. The only thing wrong with it was the cup Margaret had given him to drink it from. It was a toddler’s training cup. “Oh well ,” he thought, “at least it isn’t a baby bottle.”
He sipped from the cup until the shake was only a memory in the bottom of the cup. Ann beamed at his and said, “Did little Johnny like that? Good! I gave your mommy two more cans of it. Would Johnny like to know what that is? It’s baby formula for older babies! I stopped and bought it for you at the convenience store on the way over. Since you like it so much, you’ll drink it at every meal. Won’t that be nice?”
John blushed in embarrassment at the revelation. He had been trapped into drinking baby formula. What was worse, he had obviously enjoyed it! Margaret wiped his face with the bottom of the bib and untied it, then took a large bath towel and draped it over his shoulders before pinning it around his neck. She went to the cupboard and returned with a plastic bowl which she put over his head. “Now sit still, Honey, while mommy cuts your hair. We want you to look nice for your visitors this morning.”
A few minutes later she was done. His long hair lay in loops on the floor and he was left with a haircut that would have looked more appropriate on a Norman knight than on a six year old boy. It made him look singularly childish, but had one redeeming feature; he looked like a little boy rather than a little girl. Margaret brushed off the excess hair on the floor and swept up the remains of his adult life. John looked on sadly as she swept his shorn locks into a dustpan and dumped them in the kitchen trash. Margaret unpinned the towel and shook it out outside the back door into the yard before putting it in the dirty clothes hamper in the laundry room. She came back and sat down in front of John and said, “Now it’s time to tell you about your surprise. I called your employer this morning and told him you had to quit. He was very nice about it. He offered to have your co-workers empty out your desk and bring your property over to the house. I agreed and he said he’d have the receptionist Lisa bring it over. When Patti heard you were sick she asked if she could come over too. I’ve been wanting to meet them for a long time and I agreed immediately. I think they’ll love you in your pretty new dress, don’t you? They should be here in a few minutes.”
John opened his mouth and let out a wail of despair. Margaret and Ann laughed cruelly when they saw the effect the news had on him. The doorbell rang and Margaret when to answer it. She returned a few minutes later with a huge grin on her face. Ann stood and said, “While I’d really like to stay and see the show, i have to go. I have a dental appointment this morning and I’m already going to be late. I’ll see myself out by the side door.”
Margaret hugged her sister goodbye and went back to get John out of the high chair. She unfastened the strap and picked him up and carried him into the living room. Lisa and Patti were seated on the couch waiting for Margaret’s return. Patti asked Margaret, “Do you think that John is going to here soon. I really wanted to talk to him and the boss will be annoyed if we take too long. How much longer is it going to take?”
Margaret smiled and stood John on his feet beside her, saying, “He’s here now. Say ‘hello’ John.”
John blushed hotly and said in a small voice, “Hello Patti. Hello Lisa.”
Patti looked incredulous and said, “That’s him? You must be kidding! Where is he?”
Margaret looked down at her tiny husband and ordered as she sat in the easy chair opposite the couch, “Tell them who you are, John. Make them believe it. Surely there must be something at the office no one knows but the employees. Prove it to them.”
John described a large account that they had almost lost due to non-delivery of an order. At least that’s what they told the customer. What had really happened is that the boss had seen an opportunity to make a huge profit by selling the order to one of their customer’s competitors. They had covered the shortage two weeks later with a later delivery and claimed the order hadn’t been delivered to them. Everyone had kept quiet and gone along with the lie. The alternative was to lose the customer and possibly have to lay some people off the job.
The story convinced Lisa and Patti. They knew John would have never told anyone what had happened to that order. They looked to Margaret for an explanation of John’s illness. Margaret shrugged and said, “John is suffering from a rare growth hormone reversal syndrome. As you can see he’s got the body of a six year old child. They’re not sure whether he’s going to shrink any more so he has to be observed carefully. One of the side effects of the syndrome is that his body has taken on the characteristics of his apparent age. In effect, he’s become six years old again. They reason he’s wearing a little girl’s dress is more complicated. I don’t know if you’re aware of it , but my husband has some peculiar sexual tastes. He’s a peeper. He likes to look up women’s dresses. I’ve ignored it up to now, but two days ago he had the temerity to look up my young niece’s dress. Then he tried to feel her up. I’ve dressed him like this to let him see how it feels to be exposed to everyone’s view. You’ll notice that his panties are completely exposed by his dress. I’m tired of having to watch every minute to keep him from misbehaving like he was a two year old. In a way, I’m glad this happened to him, he’s easier to handle this way.
Patti agreed that she was certainly justified in punishing him like a child. She told Margaret that she and Lisa were aware of his peeping and had to stay behind desks at work to keep him from looking up their dresses. Patti laughed and said how cute he looked in a dress and Lisa told Margaret what an adorable little girl he made for her. Patti asked him if he’d like to sit on her lap. She told Margaret that John had asked her repeatedly to sit on his and she felt it was only polite to reciprocate. John looked embarrassed and Margaret explained that John didn’t feel much like sitting on anyone’s lap today, he had a very bad case of dydee rash. This news delighted the women, the elbowed each other and giggled saying they aways thought his behavior was infantile. They suggested that Margaret buy some plastic-covered, rumba panties to go with his dress. When Margaret told them that she had and that he had spent the last night in diapers and panties, they howled with laughter.
John’s face went from beet-red embarrassment to crimson anger. “How DARE they treat him like this!”, he thought in rage. He turned back to the women on the couch and said, “You! You shut up! You know what I’ll do if you don’t! I’ll have your jobs for this! You’ll be walking the streets hustling johns for five dollar tricks when I get finished with you! You filthy degenerate sluts! Shut the fuck up!!!”
Margaret said in a shocked tone, “John, how dare you speak to them like that! What’s come over you? Apologize immediately or I’ll pull down your panties and spank your bare bottom in front of them!”
John turned on Margaret with an expression of maniacal rage on his face and said, “You shut the fuck up too! I’ve had all I’m going to take! I’m going to divorce you, you perverted sadistic bitch!”
Margaret grabbed for his arm and missed causing John to go on a rampage. He kicked Margaret in the knee and knocked the floor lamp over on her before running over to Patti and attempting to do the same to her. Patti avoided his kick, but missed the lamp he overturned, letting it fall to the floor with a crash. The room was in bedlam as the women shouted at each other as they tried to grab him. Margaret recovered from his kick and advanced upon him from the rear, hoping to surprise her berserk husband and seize him from behind.
Margaret grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the easy chair. She hauled him roughly over her lap, pulling down his panties as she did so and exposing his rash covered bottom to Lisa’s and Patti’s view. She began thrashing his bottom with the palm of her hand causing him to scream in rage and pain. The expression of the insulted women on the couch changed from one of shocked embarrassment to one of unsuppressed glee as they watched John get his comeuppance. Margaret continued to spank John, ignoring his howls of pain as the overstimulated nerves on his bottom overloaded and sent a continuous stream of pain messages to his brain. John’s eyesight disappeared in a blood red haze of agony as the beating went on unabated. He struggled helplessly in her lap to escape the unending torment, but Margaret held him easily with one hand while she pounded on his behind with the other. His howls or rage became wails of anguished defeat as the blood vessels on his injured bottom broke and his buttocks began to bruise. Margaret was livid, she never heard his pleas for mercy as she aimed for one cheek and then the other. He breathing became ragged and he took his breath in broken sobs as the beating continued. Margaret was slowing down, her arm was getting tired. It was obvious to Lisa and Patti that John’s will had broken. His sobs of pain became unceasing whimpers of utter defeat. Margaret stopped and looked at Lisa and Patti saying, “From the looks on your faces, you’re not exactly unhappy that this happened. Since he refused to apologize to you, I think you have the right to spank him yourselves. Do you want to spank him? Here! He’s all yours!”
Lisa looked at Patti for guidance. She obviously would have liked to accept the offer but she was uncertain whether to proceed. Patti solved the problem by saying, “Please, I’ll take him right now if you don’t mind.”
John screamed anew as he saw Patti coming for him to take him to the couch to be spanked by them. He looked up at Margaret and pleaded, “Mommy nooooo! Please don’t let them take me! I’m sorry! Please! NO!”
Patti took him from Margaret’s arms and offered him to Lisa, who declined. She put him over her knee and continued the spanking where Margaret had left off. John’s wails were quickly reduced to low whimpers of animal pain as she beat him saying, “You’re going to do what little boy? Just what are you going to say about Lisa and me? Do you really think your mommy is going to let you ruin our lives just to satisfy your ego? Where is the letter you stole from my desk? I’m not going to stop until you tell me! Where is it? Do you hear me? ……..What the Hell?!!!!”
She picked him up from her lap and held his tear streaked face close to hers and demanded, “What did you do?!! You’ve peed on me! You nasty little boy! No wonder your mommy made you spend last night in diapers!”
She shook him violently and said, “Where is it, you little monster? Tell me right now or I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life! Do you understand me? WHERE IS IT?”
John sniveled and said brokenly, “In den…..on desk….under blotter…..Please don’t hit me anymore!”
Margaret was standing in front of them with a damp sponge in her hand to give Patti. She said, “Here, wipe your slacks off before they stain. I’ll take care of him.”
Margaret started up the stairs carrying a whimpering John like a small child. She turned to Lisa and Patti and said, “Please don’t leave before I have a chance to talk to you some more. The den is down the hall and to the right, you can’t miss it. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Margaret carried him into their bedroom and threw him down on the bed saying, “Don’t you dare move little boy or the spankings will start all over again from the beginning. Do you understand me?”
John shivered in fear and nodded his understanding. Margaret went to his underwear drawer and took out a diaper and some frosted semi-translucent Gerber plastic pants and took two diaper pins from his valet box on the dresser. She put the pins between her lips and rapidly diapered him, then slipped the plastic pants on his legs and over his diaper. She picked him up again when she was finished and took the pacifier she had threatened him with the night before and stuck it in his mouth. When she arrived back in the living room she found Lisa and Patti sitting on the couch with an old envelope in hand. Margaret put John on the floor on his hands and knees and said, “Baby Johnny, I want you to stay on your hands and knees until I tell you to get up. Do you understand me? You can crawl on the rug as much as you like, but I don’t want you to get off your hands and knees until I tell you different. Do you understand me? Since you’ve decided to act like a baby, your going to be treated like a baby.”
She turned her attention back to Lisa and Patti and said, “I know I’m prying, but I have to know. My husband was blackmailing you two wasn’t he?”
Patti looked at Lisa and then looked back at Margaret calmly before saying, “Yes, Margaret he was.”
“Would you mind telling me what’s in the letter and what he wanted in return for his silence?”, asked Margaret quietly.
“Since he could tell you himself, I guess there’s no harm in telling you. Besides we have the letter now and his unsupported word would be taken as an ugly slander. I doubt that anyone would believe him,” she said carefully and continued, “You see, your husband stole this old letter from Lisa to myself from my desk. The letter describes our relationship with each other in rather graphic terms. There were also some photographs enclosed in the letter that your husband threatened to have scanned, converted to jpg files and posted anonymously to a sexual binary site on the Internet. The pictures have, among other things of general interest to someone who would frequent that sort of newsgroup, close-ups of our faces with us smoking marijuana. The pictures were taken some time ago by a close friend of ours who developed the pictures in her personal photo lab. We were young and indiscreet. The letter also details several pharmaceutical transactions to which we were a party.”
“I see,” said Margaret dryly, “in other words, the two of you are lovers and had some raunchy photos taken by a friend of yours which also depicted you using illegal drugs. The letter describes your love life and some drug deals that you were involved with. Have I described the contents of the letter accurately?”
“Pretty much,” agreed Patti.
“And my husband threatened to post the pictures on the Internet and turn over the letter to the police, right? I imagine by the threats he made a few minutes ago he probably also threatened to tell your boss. Is that true?”, Margaret asked.
Patti pursed her lips and said slowly, “Yes and he also threatened to tell our families and neighbors what we had become. You understand that we were not very concerned about what our neighbors in this city might think, but he said he would tell our parent’s neighbors. You see, we both come from very small towns in rural areas. Our parents are members of very strict Christian churches. They would be ostracized from the community if this information became known. It would kill them. My mother was very embarrassed when I got divorced from my husband. We’ve been wanting to move in together, but we haven’t to keep my parents from thinking we’re lesbians.”
“I see,” said Margaret, “and just what did my husband want in exchange for his silence? Money?”
Patti laughed nervously and replied, “No, no, nothing like that. Your husband wanted certain……..favors from us. We were understandably reluctant to comply.”
“And did you?”, asked Margaret.
Patti looked embarrassed and said, “No. Oh, we went out to dinner a few times with him, but there was nothing more to it. We thought that if he got to know us he would return the letter and drop the whole matter, but it backfired on us.”
“I take that to mean he became infatuated with you and became even more insistent,” Margaret said.
“That’s right,” said Patti.
“So that’s why you volunteered to clean out his desk and come visit him at home, is that right?”, asked Margaret.
“I……..We were hoping his illness had changed his plans and he would let us off the hook,” said Lisa.
“I see,” said Margaret, “It sounds like you two have been less then forthright in the past. Well, you have your letter now and John no longer works for the company. I think I can promise you I have no intention of letting him discuss this matter with anyone. As a matter of fact, I’ve been less than forthright myself. I fibbed to you earlier when I said an illness caused his body to regress. He’s perfectly healthy, at least physically, if not mentally. John was regressed as a consequence of being given an experimental drug for treatment of particularly difficult mental cases. The usual course of treatment causes the patient to regress into infancy, but I had planned to stop the treatment at age six. After what I’ve heard here today, I’ve changed my mind. I think it would be best for everyone if my husband continued his treatments and regressed into infancy. It will be a number of years until he will be able to tell anyone about this incident and I imagine he’ll have forgotten your names by then. Is that an acceptable resolution for you?”
Lisa and Patti broke into huge grins and said together, “YES!!!”
John screwed up his face around the pacifier and looked like he was going to cry. Margaret smile at the two lovers and said, “Well, then, I think we can consider the matter closed. There is one small thing you could do for me that I think you’d enjoy. John’s doctor will be coming by the day after tomorrow to give him his final treatment. I may need some help. Would you care to assist us?
Patti beamed at Margaret and said, “It would be our pleasure! Give us a call at work and tell us what time to be here!”
Patti looked down at John crawling on the carpet. The plastic pants were a little too small for his six year old body and the diapers made them bulge hugely in the rear. The change in his appearance was near miraculous; instead of looking like a very young girl with the tomboy haircut, he now looked like a toddler who had temporarily regressed to earlier infantile behaviors. She smiled at his innocent appearance and said, “Poor little man! He wanted so much to get women’s attention. He wanted women to fondle, pamper and baby him. Well, he’s going to get everything he wished for now! I can picture him sitting on your lap watching TV and drinking from his ba-ba. He’ll be in the perfect position to peek up women’s dresses from his vantage point on the floor. I’m sure he’ll even be able to get away with copping a feel if some woman lets him sit on her lap.” She leaned down and patted John’s diaper, saying, “It’s time for us to get back to work. Take care of yourself, baby Johnny! We’ll be back in two days for our last visit.”
Patti slipped the letter into her purse and stood up to leave. She looked down at her reduced adversary and laughed, saying, “Maybe we can have dinner together then. Lisa and I will bring over a couple of steaks and a bottle of Bordeaux and we can make a party of it. We can have steak and garlic mashed potatoes in the dining room while you sit in your high chair and eat something appropriate to your new age. Maybe your mommy will feed you strained carrots and peas followed by formula in a baby bottle.”
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Four.
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