The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 11 – To Be the Queen – Part 2 of 2

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The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11 – To Be the Queen – Part 2 of 2

 

It was getting close to lunchtime when Chris climbed back into Deputy Don’s truck at one of the farms.  It had been another dairy farm and all Chris could smell was cows.  As far as he could tell, he himself smelled like them.  But it was the taste in his mouth that was the worst.  Because of it, embarrassing or not, he had been forced to take more hits from his baby bottle than usual.  Consequently, he had already wet himself twice, the limit he figured for the toddler diapers he wore all the time now.  Fortunately, Deputy Don said he would drive by the bank so his mother could change him.

Tess didn’t even have to say anything to the bank manager when she saw Chris and the deputy enter the bank.  She ran to her son and hugged him.  She led him to the manager’s office.  The moment Hugh Jackman saw Chris and the deputy enter the bank, Hugh had left his office so Tess could use the room to change him privately.

“How bad?” Tess whispered to her son.

“Same as usual,” Chris whispered back.  “Except I’ve already wet myself twice, and I may have to go again soon.”

“I meant…the other.”

“Same as usual,” Chris replied.

“If you think you may have to wet again soon, try and wet yourself now.  I’ll change you and you won’t have to worry about it later.”  She watched while her son seemed to be preoccupied with something.

“I’m leaking,” Chris told her.

“Did you manage to wet again?”

“That’s why I’m leaking.”

Changing him was getting to be a normal thing for both of them – already.  In no time, she had him in a fresh diaper and had replaced the baby bottle in his purse with a fresh one.  “Have you eaten lunch?” Tess asked.

“Not yet.”

When they were done, Tess led him back out into the main room of the bank.  “Can I take him home and give him something for lunch?” Tess asked.  “You too if you like.”

“No thanks, Tess,” Deputy Don replied.  “We’ve got to keep moving for now.  Mrs. Bastien told Elijah Shultz we would be there by now already.”

Elijah Shultz.  The town undertaker.  The one person that nobody in the town wanted to visit, even though Elijah and his entire family were some of the nicest people in town.  “If you want, I’ll feed him, and you, later if you come by.”

“Maybe,” the deputy replied.  He immediately led Chris back out into the cold winter air.

The mortuary and town cemetery was located next to the cheese factory, as if it was put there to dissuade anyone from bothering the town’s main source of income.  As they approached the mortuary, Chris couldn’t take his eyes off that cemetery.  That was where everyone in the town who had died was buried.  The only time he had ever been in the cemetery was after his father had died.  He remembered that vividly. 

He had to wonder, if they killed him…when they killed him…would he be buried there like everyone else?  He had no doubt it was exactly what would happen to him…to his dead body.  Buried in the cemetery and forgotten, just like everyone else there.  And he was ready for it.  The sooner, the better!

The mortuary was part of the Shultz’s home.  Going inside however seemed like a solemn event, even though there was no funeral going on just then.  Both Elijah and his son Noah, greeted them warmly.  Chris was surprised to see both men wearing nice suits.

“Right this way,” Elijah told them as if he was leading them into someone’s funeral.  Chris and the deputy followed him through the mortuary and into their house.  Chris noticed Elijah’s wife, Grace, there waiting for them.

“Deputy Don,” she said, greeting the deputy.  “Chrissy.”

“Mrs. Shultz,” Don replied respectfully.  The Shultz family had been the undertakers in the town since the town had been founded.  The one family had always seen to the burial needs of everyone, and nobody ever brought up the possibility of changing it.

“Have you two had time for lunch?” Grace asked them.

“Not yet, Ma’am,” Don replied.  “Mrs. Bastien said you’d be expecting us about now and we didn’t want to be too late.”

Grace nodded.  “Then Chrissy and I will head off to the bedroom first.  Then I can fix you both something to eat while he’s taking care of Elijah and Noah.”

“We don’t want to trouble you,” Don replied.

“It’s no trouble, Deputy.  And I won’t hear a word otherwise.  This way Chrissy.”

As Chrissy followed Grace out of the room, he had to wonder, who would bow down to who, Grace, or Olivia Bastien.  Because everyone in the Shultz family certainly seemed to get shown an awful lot of respect.

 

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“Mrs. Bastien.  Mrs. Bastien,” the school principal said as he stood up behind his desk, greeting the two most powerful women in the town as they entered his office.  “How are you today?”

“Busy,” Olivia told him as she and Alicia took the two chairs in front of his desk.

“I have the file you asked for, right here,” Hugh told them as he grabbed the folder from his desk.  I also pulled a few others in case you’re interested in anyone else.”

“Good,” Olivia said simply.  “But right now, we’re primarily interested in Evelyn.  Tell me about her.”

“She is one of the brighter girls in the school, of course.  To be honest, she’d be a good fit for any position at all in the town.”

“Are there brighter girls?” Alicia asked.

It was a moment before Pomeroy nodded.  “Yes.  A few.”

“My son is a junior this year,” Alicia said.  “Which girls would be the brightest that are close to his age?”

“Well, Deputy Mike Johnson’s girl, Judy, for one.  She’s kind of a standout.”

“Judy,” Olivia said.  “I’m not sure I remember her.

“I know her,” Alicia said.  “She’s the girl who won best chickens in show the last two years in a row.”

“Oh yes, I remember her now,” Olivia replied.  “And I also seem to remember that her father, Mike, won the title a record five times when he was growing up.”

“Like father like daughter?” Alicia said with a laugh.

“Perhaps.  But we’re not here to talk about chickens.”

“No, of course not,” Alicia agreed.  She turned to Pomeroy.  “So, Hank’s daughter Evelyn is one of the better, more rounded girls in the school?”

“Without a doubt,” Pomeroy replied.

“Okay,” Olivia said.  “We’ll keep our eye on her.  Now tell us about some of the other brighter girls who are roughly Billy’s age.”

 

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It was two thirty in the afternoon when Tess got a call at the bank from Betty Tucker at the dry-goods store.  “Hi Tess,” she said to her friend.  “Are things going any better?”

“Not really,” Tess replied.  “If anything, it’s all worse than ever.”

“Oh?  How?”

“The sheriff has introduced random checks, day and night, on Chris…sssy, to make sure we’re doing what that damn law says we should.”

“Oh.  That sounds…”

“Like trouble!” Tess finished for her.

“Um…yes.  Listen Tess, a few of the clothes we ordered for Chris have come in.  Why don’t you stop by after work and get them.”

“Thanks Betty, I will.  I also need something I can spread over his poor backside.”

“Diaper rash?”

“No, bruising from the beatings they make me give him every night.”

“Oh,” Betty said with more than a touch of seriousness in her voice.  “Do you think it’s serious enough to let Doc Flannery look at it?” she asked, referring to the man who served as the community doctor, even though he had never been anywhere near a medical school.  His wife served as his nurse.

“No,” Tess replied.  “I think just something simple should take care of it.”

“Okay, no problem,” Betty replied.  “By the way,” she added.  “I just thought you might want to know.  Olivia Bastien called earlier today and cancelled forty-nine dollars worth of your credit for Saturday and another thirty-eight dollars worth for Sunday.  Tess, what the hell are they doing with him?”

“Dragging him around to each and every farm and making everyone there use his services whether they like it or not.  And according to what Chris…ssy tells me, there’s a lot of people who don’t want it…mostly the women though.  Betty, from what I hear, the Bastiens are forcing everyone to do it, so don’t be surprised if you get a call from them someday about it too.”

“You’re kidding!  I hope not.  It’s not right.”

“You and I both know that what’s right has never had anything to do with the Bastiens.”

“I didn’t hear you say that,” Betty replied.

Tess said nothing.

“Anyway,” Betty continued, “If this continues, at that rate, it’s not going to take long for Chris to get you completely out of debt.  But what I want to know is, what happens after he erases that debt.  Do you start earning money?  Tess at that rate you could be rich in a year.”

“Don’t bet on it, Betty,” Tess replied.  “To be honest, Chris and I will be lucky to be alive a year from now.”

“True,” Betty agreed seriously.  “I think I’ll talk to Olivia about it anyway.  See you later then.”

 

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Was it going to happen every day now?  That’s what Chrissy was wondering when the deputy dropped him off at the sheriff’s office and he found Billy waiting for him inside.  He wasn’t sure which was worse, the farms, or Billy’s beer drinking parties.  The farms he decided quickly.  They were much worse.

He wasn’t surprised to see any of Billy’s usual gang there again.  He wasn’t surprised to see Miranda and Evelyn either.  He wasn’t surprised to see all the beer they seemed to drink every day.  He also wasn’t surprised when the minute he got into the courthouse Miranda and Evy were all over him checking to see if his diaper was wet.

“Soaked!” Miranda crowed to them all.

“What a baby!” Evelyn stated nastily.

Chris did his best to let it all wash over him.  It wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter.  They certainly didn’t seem to see it that way though.  He barely heard the words that Miranda spoke to Evy.

“Do it again Evy,” Miranda said to her.

Evelyn laughed.  “Gladly.”  She sidled her body right up against Chrissy like she had yesterday and groped under his skirt, rubbing her hand against the front of his diaper.  “Did you enjoy what I did to you yesterday?” she teased.

Chris purposely said nothing, even though what she was doing to him felt so good.  He also remembered vividly how she had stopped before anything more could happen, and that had almost been painful.

“Do you like having sex?” Evy asked him.  When she didn’t get an answer, she demanded the question.  “I said, do you like having sex?  Getting your rocks off!”

Now Chris had to answer.  “Yeth (Yes),” he managed to say.

“Oh, so now you admit that when you give blowjobs to all the guys and you lick the women out, you’re really enjoying it.”

“N…no!  Not at aww (Not at all).”

“And I don’t believe you!  Tell me, are you a big baby?”

“No,” Chris replied cautiously.

“Huh!” Evy said as she continued to stimulate him through his soaked toddler diaper.  “You wear diapers like a baby.  You wet and mess them like a baby.”

“He drinks from nothing but baby bottles,” Miranda added.

“That’s right!” Evy said as she started rubbing faster, feeling how big he had grown inside his diaper.  “So who drinks from baby bottles, and wears baby diapers all the time, and wets and messes themselves like a baby.”  When she got no answer, she shouted, “Who?”

“A…baby,” Chris was forced to reply, even though his mind was mostly focused on the feelings inside his diaper and the direction he was quickly going.

“So, let’s revisit that question again.  Are you a big baby?”

“Yeth (Yes),” Chris was forced to reply, although in the state he was rapidly approaching, he didn’t really care about what he was saying or what Evy was saying.

“And do babies ever have sex?”

He was getting close now, trying harder to push his raging cock against her hand rubbing the outside of his diaper.

“I asked if babies ever have sex!” Evy demanded.

“N…no,” Chris replied.

Evy rubbed particularly hard and fast for a few moments.  Chris started breathing harder.

“Then why should you!” With that, she pulled her hand away and stepped back.  Chris was left gasping with no relief.  His knees bent and his hands went to the front of his diaper as he desperately wanted her to finish.  He started to rub the front of his diaper with his own hands to finish, but Evelyn again knocked his hands away, not letting him.  He was stuck, with no way out!  Just like with the rest of his life.

A few minutes later, hurting and sore inside his diaper, the girls were gone, and he had Billy’s cock stuck in his mouth – again.

 

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That bitch!  Evelyn got invited to Billy’s little parties, but she didn’t.  She could just kill Evy.  Evy thought that just because she had given Billy a few blowjobs that she was his permanent girlfriend and would one day wind up as his wife.  But Judy knew that it didn’t work that way.  She also knew that ever since Chrissy came along that Evy was worried because now Billy wasn’t interested in blowjobs from her anymore.  But still, Evelyn got invited to Billy’s parties, and she didn’t.  She could just kill that bitch!

 

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“Hello Grandma?”

“Billy!  How are you?” Olivia asked, pleased to hear from her grandson.

“Great!” Billy replied.  “Uh…Evy…uh…Evelyn said you wanted me to call you and let you know about what she wants to do.”

“Yes.  She and I had a nice little chat earlier today.”

“Uh…anything I need to know about?” Billy asked.

“No!  That’s between Evelyn and me.  But I won’t give her permission to do anything to Chrissy without your say-so.  Chrissy is your toy, not hers.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Billy replied.  “So anyway, yeah, I think what she wants to do with him is cool.  It should be a real blast.”

“Then I’ll call her father and give them the go-ahead.”

“Okay.  Thanks Grandma.”

 

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In the dark of the night, like he had done the night before, Chris quietly laid in his bed, thrusting his hips against his mattress while his hands rubbed the front of his diaper.  This was the one and only good thing he could see about wearing diapers all the time.  His mother would never know what he was doing, and he didn’t even have to worry about cleaning up the mess.  It seemed like no time before he was done and could relax enough to sleep. 

The problem on his front side had been taken care of, but he still felt the sting of where his mother had given him ten very, very hard spanks.  Ten, that was in reality more like fifteen because Deputy Wyatt hadn’t liked how hard she had hit him.  Despite the ointment his mother had spread all over his backside hoping it would help matters, so far, his rear end still stung.  It always hurt now, all day.  He had a feeling it might stay that way for the rest of his life…at least, until he could figure out some way to kill himself.

 

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 11 – To Be the Queen – Part 1 of 2

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The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 10 – Sunday is a Workday Too

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 10 – Sunday is a Workday Too

 

The farmers don’t get days off.  The sheriff’s department doesn’t have days off.  The stores don’t get days off either.  So there was no reason for Chrissy to have either Saturday or Sunday off.  He had worked all day Saturday, now it was Sunday, and he was following Deputy Wyatt out the door.  He assumed they would be heading to the bridge again, but instead, Wyatt took them straight to the judge’s house.  The judge came first – literally and figuratively, followed by another marathon session with the judge’s wife.  Only after that did Wyatt drive him out to the bridge where Deputy Phil was on duty.

There was snow gently falling from the sky as Chris and Deputy Wyatt got out of the truck.  Chris watched as Deputy Phil got out of his truck that was blocking access to the bridge.  The two of them talked for a moment while Chrissy fixed his lipstick.  When he was ready, Deputy Wyatt walked off toward the bridge while Chris knelt down in front of Deputy Phil.  Phil pulled his zipper down and was about to pull his penis out through his fly, when Wyatt called.

“Phil!  Have you seen the ice down there this year?”

With one hand still inside his fly, Phil turned his head toward Wyatt.  “As bad as I’ve ever seen it,” he replied.

While Phil was turned to the side to talk, Phil’s gun that was strapped around his waist was right in front of Chris.  He looked at it carefully.  It was a different type of gun than the sheriff used.  Chris didn’t know much about guns, but from what he had seen, sometimes up close, all the deputy’s had guns that he thought were called revolvers.  He didn’t know what they called the kind of gun the sheriff had.  This time though, while Deputy Phil was talking, he got a good look at the locking strap that kept Deputy Phil’s gun from falling out of the holster.  Chris realized that getting that strap off and grabbing the gun would be next to impossible, no matter how much he wanted to kill himself.  He was going to have to find another way.

A few seconds later, he had the deputy’s cock in his mouth, but his thoughts were on finding ways he could kill himself.  Ending his life.  He knew how much his mother didn’t want that, but this wasn’t life.  This was hell!

After he had done both deputies, with Deputy Wyatt complaining about the fact that he couldn’t take his entire ridged cock in his mouth and threatening to find out if Chrissy could be punished for it, Wyatt drove him out toward another farm.

“I hear you’ve got a boyfriend,” Wyatt laughed.

Chris purposely said nothing.  It seemed word got around too quickly in their town.  At least among the deputies.  And the guy who had shown up at his house last night was one he’d rather never see again.

In some ways, his day went like the day before.  He did both men and women at the farms.  The farm hands for some reason all tasted like cow dung, and he wondered if cow dung might taste better.  But with the deputy watching him carefully, he had no choice but to endure.  He did put his humiliating feelings aside though to take more opportunities to drink from his baby bottle to get the taste out of his mouth…if even just for a few moments.

When he wet his diaper at the second farm of the day, he did his best to not let anyone know he had done it, and he was hopeful that nobody had noticed.  After that farm though, Deputy Wyatt did drive him home for a brief rest while his mother changed his diaper and stuck a fresh baby bottle into his purse.  Before they left, Tess fixed sandwiches for both her son and the deputy.  As soon as they were done, Tess watched as Wyatt ushered her son back out to his truck to face more horror at the farms.

It was three in the afternoon when Wyatt drove Chrissy to the sheriff’s office.  When they arrived, Chrissy noted a number of elderly pickup trucks parked out front.  Wyatt ushered him inside where Chrissy found Billy and his friend Pete waiting for him.  In moments, Chrissy was dragged through into the courthouse again, but this time there wasn’t just Billy and his four friends.  There seemed to be a lot of kids from school there, boys and girls both.  Including Miranda!

“There’s the baby!” Miranda called out as soon as Chrissy entered the room.

Seeing all the kids there from school, and most of them were older than him, didn’t strike him as being anything good.  In the back of Chrissy’s mind, something remembered that he was supposed to curtsey for her, but he never got the chance.

Miranda immediately grabbed him and pulled his skirt up.  “Wet!” she declared quickly as she rubbed her hand over the front of his diaper.  “Not just wet, but soaked!” she laughed.

Chris waited for her to stop rubbing his diaper.

“Let me!” Evy said as she came up beside Miranda.  Miranda gave way and Evy started not just groping his diaper, but rubbing it like Miranda had done.  “Yeah, real wet!” she declared as she looked Chrissy in the eyes.  But instead of stopping what she was doing, she rubbed harder.  “Does that feel good baby?  Do you like that?

Chris immediately backed away, only to have Evy grab the front of his coat and pull with one hand, while she went back to rubbing his diaper with her other hand.  “Don’t move!” she threatened, realizing now that all the kids were watching closely and joking about what she was doing, which was just what she wanted.  “Someone get his coat off him,” she said as she continued rubbing the front of his diaper.

Chrissy couldn’t move away from her since she was holding onto him by his coat, but someone reached around Evy and unzipped it.  Evy let go of him for a moment while his coat and hat were removed.  But she quickly grabbed his sweater instead, making sure he couldn’t get away.

“You’re enjoying this,” Evy said with an evil grin on her face.  Here that?” she said loudly to everyone.  “He’s enjoying this!”  She looked him straight in the eyes again.  “Tell me Chrissy,” she said.  “When you’ve got a cock stuck in your mouth or you’re licking a woman’s cunt, do you get hard inside that diaper?  Do you enjoy it?”

“N…no,” Chrissy stammered.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I…don’t,” Chrissy replied, now pushing back against the pressure of her rubbing hand.

“Well, I think Miranda had the right idea about you,” Evy told him.  “You’re nothing but a big baby!  A big…big…baby!”

Chris had heard people calling him far worse than that lately.  He said nothing.

“And as far as I’m concerned,” Evy continued, “babies don’t have sex like adults do.  Which to me means that since you’re nothing but a big baby, then you shouldn’t be able to have any sexual pleasure either.”

Chris felt himself rapidly getting to the point of no return where he would start spurting.  He didn’t care what she was saying, he was only thinking about getting his orgasm as she continued to rub the front of his diaper.  And then she was rubbing harder and faster, building him to that magic point.

“Here it comes everyone,” Evy said.  “Get ready.”

Chris was on the brink of coming when suddenly Evy pulled completely away.

“Not for babies!” Evy announced sternly.  “No!  Babies don’t get that kind of fun.”

The moment she let go, Chris almost fell over onto his face.  He stumbled forward, only thinking about finding the pleasure for just a moment more so he could cum.  But all that rubbing was gone.  He desperately reached down and started rubbing his diaper right over top of his skirt.

“No!” Evy shouted as she slapped his hands away, stopping him.  “Not for babies!”

Chris didn’t know what to do…or think.  She had brought him right to the point of no return, then stopped.  And she was making sure he wasn’t going to touch himself either.  What was he supposed to do?

“Good one Evy!” Miranda declared happily just before the two girls bumped fists.

Evy put herself right up against Chrissy, her real breasts touching his fake ones.  She felt him pushing his diaper covered groin up against her.  “No!” she told him and pushed him away.  Once again she stood with her breasts touching his and looked him in the eyes.  “Do babies have sex?” she demanded.

“N…no,” Chrissy stammered, his head still spinning.  He wanted desperately to get some kind of contact and pressure against him so he could get off.

“Should babies feel any kind of sexual pleasure at all?” she demanded.

Chris didn’t like this game, but he had no choice but to play.  “No,” he replied hesitantly.

“No!  Now tell me, are you a big baby?”

Chris wanted to tell her no, but he had a feeling that answer would be the wrong one, and in this game, he was afraid of wrong answers.  “Yeth (Yes),” he replied.

“So what shouldn’t you be able to feel?” Evy asked next.

“Thex (Sex),” Chris told her.

“No.  What about it shouldn’t you be able to feel?” she demanded.

Chris had to think carefully about how to say that one word.  “Pl-e-ther (Pleasure).”

“What kind of pleasure?”

“Thex-ull pl-e-ther (Sexual pleasure).”

“That’s right,” Evy replied.  “Babies don’t feel sexual pleasure, so they don’t have sex!  So neither should you!”  With that, she kneed Chrissy right in the groin.  Chris bent over and fell to the floor in pain while the kids all around him laughed.

While Chris was doubled up with pain, Miranda went into his purse and grabbed his baby bottle.  She noticed that it was almost empty.  She ran to the lady’s bathroom in the building and filled it with water.  By the time she came back, Chris was back up to his knees.  She pushed him back down onto his back.  “Drink!” she demanded.  “All of it!”

Chris had no choice but to lay there and stick the stupid baby bottle into his mouth and start drinking…to the laughter and cheers of all the kids.  As he did, he noticed both Miranda and Evy clinking beer cans together just before they each took a drink.  He wondered how much beer all the kids in the room had already consumed.  They didn’t let him up until his bottle was completely empty. 

“Okay, that’s it!” Billy yelled to the room.  “All you younger squirts get the hell out.  My mother and grandmother say no one under seventeen can be here.”

“Aw shit!” Evy cursed.  “I want to stay!  It’s not like it’ll be anything I haven’t seen before.”

“Out!” Billy said.  “It’s ether that, or my dad might make us stop doing this.”

“Shit!” Evy cursed again.

“Come on Evy,” Miranda said as she pulled on the other girl.  “Maybe we can think up some new ways to play with him in the future.”

Evy smiled at that thought.

As soon as the younger kids were gone, Chris was made to refresh his lipstick, and Billy immediately messed up his lips by sticking his cock into Chrissy’s mouth. 

 

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There was no knock on the door that night.  The door just opened.  Tess looked up quickly to see one of the town’s older deputies, Deputy Phil, walk in.  Phil had been a deputy back when the judge had been sheriff.  “Deputy,” Tess said nervously but respectfully.  She glanced over at Chris and could see how nervous he was too.  “How many tonight?” she asked, praying it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Ten,” Phil replied.

Tess gave a sigh of relief.  “No demerits.”

“No.  One!”

“One?” both Chris and Tess said at the same time.

“Evidently this one came from a ruling that the judge himself had to make.”

“The judge?” Tess exclaimed.

“Yeah.  It seems that Wyatt wasn’t exactly pleased with how well Chris was doing his job.”

“But…” Chris started to say.

“No buts!” Phil cut him off.  “According to Wyatt, you weren’t able to take the entire length of Wyatt’s cock in your mouth and the judge ruled that as the official town cocksucker that should be something you should have no problem with.  So until you show that you have the skill to do that basic requirement, that will be one of your demerits every day.”

“But how?” Chris exclaimed, aghast.  “My mouth ithn’t that big (My mouth isn’t that big).”

“You’ll have to figure it out,” Phil told him.  “Now let’s get this over with.  It’s only ten, the same as if he had no demerits at all.  Just make sure you hit him hard enough so I can count them.”

Chris knew there was no getting away from the beating he was about to get, but at least it would only be ten.  His backside perpetually hurt from all the spankings he had already gotten – every single night.  He had a feeling it was always going to hurt for the rest of his life.  He laid his bare ass over his mother’s lap and grabbed the legs of the chair, bracing himself.  The first blow came – hard, but he didn’t think it was as hard as some he had gotten before.

“One!” Deputy Phil proclaimed.

Tess said nothing.  She flexed her hand as if she had hurt it, but in reality, while she had hit her son very hard, it wasn’t nearly as hard as some of the times she had been forced to hit him.  She brought her hand down on him again.

“Two!”

One by one the count went continually up to ten, and it was over.  Chris jumped off her lap, looked back at her, and ran to his bed like he did every night.

“His backside is still black and blue from every other time I’ve already hit him,” Tess complained.

“I noticed,” Phil replied.

“At this rate, it’s never going to get well.”

“I’m afraid that’s his problem.  Now I guess it’s time to get him ready for bed.”  Phil laughed.  “And then we’ll see if his new boyfriend shows up again tonight.”

“Boyfriend?”

“The guy from the farm that’s seems to be in love with him.  All the guys had a big laugh over that.”

Tess looked at him angrily.  She got up and went into Chris’s room where he was still laying on his stomach with his bare ass stuck up in the air.  A few minutes later, she had him diapered and in his pajamas, and was feeding him the baby bottle.

Phil nodded.  “See you around,” he said before he walked out.  He stopped and laughed.  “Don’t forget to let whatever deputy comes by tomorrow, know if his boyfriend shows up.  One cock sucking, one dollar.

Tess could have killed him.

 

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It was late in the evening.  “Good episode,” Deputy Hank said to his wife as the show they were watching ended.

“Real good,” his wife agreed.

“It was great!” his son Pete agreed.

Hank looked over at the sofa where his son was sitting, and his daughter usually sat with him.  “Where’s Evelyn?  Still doing homework?”

“I don’t know,” Marybeth, his wife, told him.  “I’ll check on her.”  She got up from her chair and went down the hallway to her daughter’s room.  As usual, Evy was on the internet again.  “Still studying?” Marybeth asked as she walked into the room.

“Nope,” Evy replied as she stared at the screen.

Marybeth walked up behind her and looked at what was on her computer screen.  “Evy!  What the hell are you looking at?” she shouted angrily.

“Mom,” Evy replied calmly.  “You know I want to marry Billy when I graduate and become the next Mrs. Bastien.”

“But what’s that got to do with…this?”

“According to what you and dad have told me, Billy doesn’t get to choose who he marries, his family all make that decision for him.  And the one biggest requirement is for whoever it is to show how much they’re going to support him.”

“That’s what your father and I…think!  We don’t know for sure.  Only the Bastien’s know.  But what does that have to do with…that…junk?”

“Well, in case that’s the way it really is, this will be one way I can show how much I want to marry Billy and be the next sheriff’s wife.”

“With…that?”

“Yes!  You know Billy’s biggest thing right now is what he’s doing to Chrissy.  This stuff, is how I think I can help him.”

Marybeth studied the pictures on the screen.  “I…just don’t know,” she said.  “And we’re not at all sure about how Billy’s wife will be picked either.”

“Can we get Dad to find out?”

Marybeth left the room and called down the hallway.  “Hank!  Can you come here for a minute?”

Deputy Hank walked down the hallway and found his wife in his daughter’s room.  “What’s up?”

“Evy!  The things she’s looking at on the internet are…porn!”

“Porn!”  He hurried over to look for himself.  “What the hell is all that?”

“Hank,” Marybeth said.  “Evy may have a good idea here.”

“Looking at stuff like that is a good idea?”

“It may be.  It depends.”

“On what?”

“Dad,” Evy said, “can you check with the sheriff and find out for sure what the Bastiens will be looking for when they decide who’s going to get to marry Billy.  I want it to be me.  And this is one way I think I can show them how much I’m willing to support whatever Billy does.”

“With that?”

“Yes!  So can you check?”

Hank shook his head.  “You know I’ll do almost anything to help you marry Billy.”  He looked again at the screen, then looked away.  “I’ll talk to Tom in the morning,” he told his daughter.

 

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Chris was in bed, but he wasn’t sleeping.  He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t.  The entire house was quiet.  He knew his mother was sleeping, just like he should have been.  But there was something on his mind.  Something bothering him.  Something…just a bit more urgent than sleeping.

His mind couldn’t stop remembering what Evelyn had done to him that afternoon.  The way she had rubbed him through his diaper, making him grow bigger, making him feel so good down there.  It had felt…amazing!  Until she had suddenly stopped and started teasing him instead.  That hadn’t been fun at all.  But now in the quiet darkness of his room, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it, and inside his diaper, his cock had once again grown to its full length. 

Lying on his stomach because his backside was sore, his hands went underneath him to help bring more pressure to his needy cock.  He had to push his cock to the side as best he could so the tip of it wouldn’t stick out over the top of the toddler diaper he was wearing, but that didn’t seem to keep him from desperately trying to get himself to the point that he had brought so many others every single day.  He pushed with his hips.  He pushed with his hands.  Bringing himself closer and closer, until he finally had the massive orgasm he had wanted – in his diaper, where his mother would never know what happened.

Only then, after that bit of relief, was he able to lay there and relax enough until he finally fell asleep.  But even then, his mind was on what had happened with Evy, and what he had just done – in his diaper.