My Funny Farm
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 18 – Rinse and Repeat,
or Not – Part 1 of 2
I have come to believe that the most famous set of
instructions ever devised are the instructions that are printed on nearly every
bottle of shampoo on the shelves: Lather,
rinse, repeat. But what if you don’t
want to repeat?
“Don’t let her come!” I argued with Emily and Caitlin Friday
morning. “She’s evil!”
“Oh baby,” Emily said with a shake of her head. “That’s silly. She’s your granddaughter.”
“Mike is my grandson.
She’s only his wife, and I’m telling you she’s evil! Completely evil. Besides, you know all the trouble Mike used
to get into. Don’t let her come. I don’t want her anywhere near me!”
“Baby!” Caitlin said. “Stop it.
She’s not evil. And she’s doing
us a big favor by helping us take care of you.”
“She is not!”
“Yes she is! Now she’s
coming, and that’s final!” Emily told me in no uncertain terms. “I don’t care if you don’t like her. She said she spent a long time playing with
you yesterday and she tried hard to work with you, helping you learn to wet and
mess your diapers easier. And now look,
you’ve been peeing much more often ever since.
Last night you even had a messy diaper.
I think that’s pretty darn good progress.”
“It is not!” I argued.
“We think it is,” Caitlin replied. “In fact, I’m wondering if maybe Emily and I
have been wrong to use those thicker diapers on you. Maybe the thin ones are the best way to go
after all.”
“No!” I yelled.
“Look, she nearly killed me putting whatever kind of thing she used into
my ass.”
“Baby, stop it. She
did not! And look at you, you’re perfectly
fine.”
“No I’m not! Not
after…”
‘Stop it!” Caitlin ordered.
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“I am not. She’s
evil!”
“No she’s not. You
just don’t want to do the things she’s trying to teach you. You’re trying to resist doing all the things
that Emily and I want you to learn so you can behave like the cute little baby
we know you can be…like the baby your therapy needs you to be.”
I stared at her angrily.
“You’re evil too!” I decided.
“That’s it!” Emily declared, completely perturbed with me. “No more about it! Now stop it or you’re going to get your mouth
washed out with soap again. Nichole is
coming to watch you today, and that’s all there is to it. Now here,” she said as she stuck my pacifier
back into my mouth. “Suck…out…suck…out…suck.” She watched me for a moment more, making sure
I was doing it right. “And I don’t want
to hear any more about Nichole being
bad. She is not!”
I was angry and afraid at the same time. Nobody believed me. But I guess that was the story of my
life. Nobody believed how much I didn’t
want to live without my wife Rachel either.
And I sure didn’t believe they all wanted me to live so
much. As far as I could see, since everyone
was so focused on conspiring against me, they should be happy that I would want
to die. I just didn’t get it.
But what I did get was that Nichole would be back in a
little while and all the fun and games I had gone through yesterday would
probably happen again. Or maybe she would
have some new games to try out on me instead.
Games that were even worse than what she had done to me yesterday. I wished like crazy that I hadn’t thought about
the possibility of something worse. Now
I had more reason to worry than ever.
And they all thought I shouldn’t kill myself? What was wrong with them?
Emily had been right about one thing though, I was peeing a
lot more often. For some reason Nichole
had instilled a total fear of holding back in me. I was in complete fear of the pain that zapper
might bring me if I leaked. I was so
worried about leaking that it’s all I could think about, even though I was
wearing those thicker, practically leak-proof diapers. I was so worried about it, that I had barely
slept all night, and had made sure to wet myself at the slightest sign that I
could. And worse, in the middle of the
night when I felt the slightest need to poop…out it came! Although to be honest, after the ass
stretching Nichole had given me yesterday I’m not sure I could have stopped it if
I tried…which I didn’t. I was too
worried about being zapped again.
But I wouldn’t have to worry about any of it at all if
Nichole didn’t come. Everything
would be fine and back to normal.
Unfortunately, she was coming and Emily and Caitlin refused to believe
what an evil witch she really was. The
result was that I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I had no idea what
to do about it.
True to what I had been told, Nichole arrived while I was
sitting on the living room floor in front of the TV, drinking my bottle of that
good tasting chocolate drink again. I
had a feeling that bottle was going to be the best part of my day. Trust me, I was trying to enjoy every bit of
it that got into my mouth.
“And there’s the baby, all dressed so pretty again,” Nichole
said sweetly as she walked in and caught sight of me in another of those short
skirt outfits that Emily and Caitlin seemed to like on me so much. Don’t tell anyone, but I liked them too. Then Nichole ignored me as she turned to
Emily and Caitlin. “Look what I
brought,” she said to them. I saw her
holding up a doll. “Isn’t it the
cutest?”
“Oh, it’s adorable!” Emily declared as she reached out to
take it from her.
“She’s beautiful,” Caitlin agreed.
“And she’s so soft,” Emily added as she squeezed the
thing. “Thank you so much Nichole.”
“No problem,” Nichole replied. “I saw the thing and since it’s made for
young toddlers I thought it would be great for him to play with.”
“I should think so,” Caitlin replied as she took the doll
from Emily so she could hold it too. “I
think even I would like it,” she laughed as she stroked the doll’s hair.
She would like it?
The way Caitlin seemed to like playing with all my toys, I had no doubt
she’d probably enjoy playing with that thing too. But as for me, no way! I didn’t like playing with any of those toys,
even though in the back of my mind I remembered “enjoying” playing with that
doll and the unicorn yesterday, although now that I thought about it, I
couldn’t figure out why I had enjoyed those dumb toys so much. In fact, I’m sure I hadn’t enjoyed them at
all. It just seemed that way. Yesterday I had been just trying to fool
Nichole. Yeah. That was it!
A short while later, Emily and Caitlin were gone, and I was
stuck alone in the house with Nichole.
“Okay baby,” she said as she stood over me. “It’s just us again.”
Why did that make me so fearful? Maybe yesterday had something to do with
that.
She knelt down in front of me and took the bottle away from
me. “Do me a favor,” she said. “Count from one to five.”
“What?” I said. “You were
all over me about doing it yesterday.
Why?”
“Just do it!” she ordered.
I stared at her defiantly for a moment, then said, “One,
two, three, four, five!” I continued to
stare at her.
“Hm…” she said as she stood up. “Pretty much what I thought.”
“What you thought?
What did you expect?”
She shook her head and said, “Nothing.” She reached down and handed me the bottle
again. “Finish it,” she said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Like she did yesterday, she disappeared, heading out to the
garage. And like she had done yesterday,
when she came back she was carrying that same big shopping bag. While I finished my bottle, she disappeared
with it into my room. It wasn’t long
though before she came back. She stood
there impatiently until I finished every last drop of that bottle before she took
it from me and said, “Pacifier!” I
picked the darn thing up from the floor and stuck it back in my mouth. Suck…out…suck…out. I didn’t even have to think about how I was
supposed to be sucking on the thing. It
just happened.
When she came back, she stood over me and ordered, “Crawl
your stinking butt into your nursery and get up on the changing table. You know what’s coming.”
Yeah. I did know, and
it scared me. It scared me enough that I
balked…big time.
“No!” I said as I stood up defiantly. “No more!
No more of any of what you put me through yesterday. I’ m not going. Forget…”
She waved her hand in front of my face and said, “Nichole
says to go night-night.”
I suddenly got extremely dizzy. I felt like I might pass out.
“Nichole says to go night-night!” she repeated.
“…wake up!”
I opened my eyes and tried to focus my thoughts. What had happened? I must have passed out. That thought scared the hell out of me
because it would mean there was something wrong with me. I needed a doctor. I tried to focus my mind. The last thing I remembered was arguing with
Nichole over going through anything like yesterday again. But now I realized I was no longer in the
living room. I looked around. I was already strapped down on my changing table
with my arms bent back like they had been yesterday. How the hell?
What had happened?
I wanted to protest.
I wanted to ask what had happened, but I couldn’t. My mouth was too busy sucking on my pacifier. It was so busy that it refused to form even
the simplest of words, no matter how I tried.
All it would do was suck…suck…suck.
Yeah. I was scared! Had she done something to me? Maybe she really was an evil witch.
“Can’t have you sleeping through all the fun,” she said with
an evil look on her face.
With that, I felt her tug the rope she was tying around my
ankles tight, and she lifted my legs as far back over my head as she could,
just like yesterday. Five minutes later,
I had that same humongous thing shoved into my ass and she was letting my legs
down. And like the day before, she fastened
that dreaded zapper thing to my cock.
And of course, I got put into a very thin diaper that she poured an
entire glass of water into before she fastened it to my butt.
She looked down into my face, staring me in the eyes. “I’m sure you remember what happens if I
catch you holding back and leaking.”
Yeah. I remembered
perfectly. It was because of that, that
I hadn’t slept at all last night. It was
because of that, that I was so frightened of her now. I didn’t want to ever feel that pain…
My musing and remembering got interrupted when she was “kind”
enough to push something on her cellphone to remind me by sending massive pain
through my entire groin. I wanted to
yell and scream as I writhed on the changing table, but my mouth was still too
busy sucking that big pacifier and not even a scream could get out. Why did she laugh like that? Trust me, I wasn’t laughing at all.
“Oh, this is so much fun!” she exclaimed before she finally ended
the pain. I was breathing heavily, yet
my mouth kept its perfect rhythm with the pacifier. Why couldn’t I say anything?
She finally released my bonds on the table and let me down,
all the way to the floor. And I mean
down! “Crawl into your play area and
play,” she ordered.
I was still reeling from the pain she had visited upon me a
few moments ago. I crawled, but it was
slowly. As I crawled, my mind went back
to worrying again about leaking. After
feeling that pain again, the leaking worry was even worse in my mind than last
night. In the play area, I grabbed those
soft blocks to play with them, but in truth, all I could think about was
worrying about leaking and trying to feel if I needed to pee again…or poop!
She watched me for a few minutes, then walked into my play
area with that new doll she had brought.
“Here,” she said as she leaned down and handed it to me. “Hold her.”
I wasn’t crazy about it, but not doing what she wanted
resulted in pain. Too much pain. I held it in my hand. It was bigger than that other stuffed doll I
had, and was made for an older child, but not much older. This one had real hair instead of it being
painted on.
“Hug your dolly,” she told me.
It took me a moment to fathom that, but I gave the doll a
brief hug.
“Now kiss her,” she said.
What? I looked up at
her like she was crazy, but she was already raising her cellphone to hit the
pain button. I quickly kissed the doll’s
face, although with that big pacifier glued to my mouth, all I could do was
pretend…which was fine with me.
She chuckled. “Good,
now keep playing.” She turned and walked
out of my play area and closed the gate behind me. But as she closed it, she seemed to think of
something. “Keep playing with that
doll. I’m sure you can find lots of fun ways
that she can help you have fun.” With
another chuckle, she turned and walked off, completely out of the room.
Play with the doll?
I’d much rather not play with it.
But I was too afraid of Nichole and the pain she liked to give me to set
the thing aside. I kept the stupid thing
right with me as I went back to piling those small soft blocks into different
configurations. What fun! I could just barf.
She was back five minutes later though, and I noticed
another baby bottle in her hand. She
opened my gate. “Come on baby. Bottle time.”
Bottle time? I had
just finished one out in the living room.
I wanted to ask her about it but for some reason that pacifier in my
mouth was still preventing me from speaking.
Suck…out…suck…out, the perfect rhythm of it continued. Afraid of the consequences, I left my new
doll behind and crawled out toward the couch.
A minute later, my head was resting on her lap.
She pulled the plug from my mouth, my lips gave it more
resistance than usual, and it came out with a soft plopping sound. With that sound though came the realization
that I could speak again. I saw the
bottle she was pushing towards my face.
“But I just had a bottle,” I complained.
“I was drinking it when you came in.”
She laughed. “Oh
baby, that was well over an hour ago. Now
it’s time for another one.”
Over an hour ago? No
way! It hadn’t been that long at
all. “But…” I started to say, and I got
no further as she pressed the nipple from that bottle to my lips and my mouth
sucked it right in.
Suck…out…suck…out. My mouth was
so busy sucking again that there was no way I could say anything else. Something about the look on her face let me
know she was highly amused. Yeah, she
was an evil witch. Why couldn’t anyone
else see that?
“And then she said, “Nichole says to go night-night.”
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