The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 7 – The Addendum – Part 2 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 7 – The Addendum – Part 2 of 2

 

Tess’s mouth hung open.  “That’s…absurd!”

Olivia laughed.  “So is your son…especially the way he’s now going to be.”

Tess realized something.  “The way that’s written, nobody can do all that.  You’re purposely setting him up to fail.”

“Not at all.  Not if you teach him.  But I have no doubt he’s going to have an interesting…not to mention painful…time learning it all.”

“But…why?” Tess asked.

“A number of reasons,” Olivia answered.  “None of which matter in the least to you.  The only thing you’ve got to worry about now is keeping your son in line with the law.  All of it!”

“How?” Tess begged as the tears streamed from her eyes.  “I can’t do that to him.”

“You will!” the sheriff said as he took two steps and grabbed Chrissy’s frightened head putting his arm around Chrissy’s neck to hold him firm.  He pulled his gun and stuck it against Chrissy’s temple.  “You’ll do it!  You’ll do all of it!  Or they’ll never be a need in this town to worry about doing anything like that at all.  Which is the one thing I wanted from the start of all this, and the one thing I still want to do more than any of it.  Now which will it be?”

“Mom?” Chrissy’s frightened voice cried.  “I don’t care if they kill me.”

“No!” Tess screamed.  “You can’t!  Don’t kill him!”

“That decision is up to you,” the sheriff told her.  “Will you obey the law?  Or will you both obey a bullet instead?”

“No!” Chrissy shouted as he struggled against the sheriff’s hold on him.  “Don’t kill her!  Kill me, but don’t kill her!”

“No!  don’t kill him!” Tess shouted again.

The sheriff said nothing.  He stood there holding Chrissy with one arm while he continued to press the barrel of his gun against Chrissy’s head.

Tess stared at them for a few moments, then sank down to the floor in tears.  “Just don’t kill him,” she sobbed again.  “Don’t kill my boy.”

With the sheriff still holding onto Chris, he said, “If you don’t want him dead, then you know what you’ve got to do.  How many demerits for today?” he asked his mother.

“Two!” Olivia declared.

Tess’s sobbing face looked up at her.  “For what?”

“For not having makeup with him and not knowing how to use it.”

“But that’s my fault not his!”

“I don’t care.  He wasn’t in line with the law.  Maybe having to teach him better will teach you as well.  We can only hope.”

“I’m not going to stand here all night,” the sheriff said.  “Now what’s it going to be, a bullet…or are you ready to start learning how to punish him yourself?”

Tess sobbed broken heartedly again.  It was a moment before she nodded.  “Just don’t kill him.  Please!”

“Then get up from there.  It’s punishment time.  Two demerits, which means twenty good swats to his naked backside.”

It was a moment before Tess was capable of getting to her feet.  She looked around and noticed Alicia going to her kitchen table.  She watched as the woman dragged one of the chairs back to the living room and set it next to her.

“Sit!” Alicia ordered.

Tess wiped the tears on her face, then having no choice, turned and sat in the chair.  The sheriff released Chrissy, and in the same movement, shoved him in his mother’s direction.

“Mom?” Chrissy said uncertainly.

“I’m sorry,” Tess told him.  “I’m so very sorry.”

“Mom, it’s okay if they kill me.  I don’t mind.”

“No!  You’ve got to live!” Tess yelled at him.  “You’ve got to!”

“Get that towel off you and lay down across your mother’s lap!” Olivia ordered.  “Now!”

Chris was shaking as he slowly removed the towel and let it drop to the floor, leaving his naked body on display.

“Lay across her lap, bare ass up!” Olivia told him.

Slowly, uncertainly, Chris did as he was told.

“Twenty hard solid spanks!” Olivia told Tess.

“And they better be damn hard,” the sheriff added.

Tess placed her hand against her son’s bare ass that was sticking up toward her face.  “I’m sorry Chris,” she told him.  “Very sorry.”

“That’s Chrissy now!” Olivia yelled.  “Say it!  Get used to using your son’s new name.  Chrissy!”

Tess sobbed.  “I’m sorry…Chrissy,” she cried.

“Better,” Olivia said.  “Now get busy.  Start teaching your son the lessons he should have learned years ago.”

Tess slowly raised her bare hand in the air…and held it there in place.  With another sob, she brought it down firmly on Chris’s backside.  She felt him squirm under her at the pain.

“Not hard enough!” the sheriff said, suddenly getting down into her face.  “Much harder.  Much!  Now spank him again like you really mean it.”

Tess sobbed again.  She brought her hand up and hit her son’s backside even harder.

“Harder!” the sheriff told her.  “Hit him and keep hitting him.  I’ll tell you when I think you’re finally getting there.  Do it!” he screamed right into her face.

Tess hit her son.  She hit him hard.  With the sheriff constantly yelling at her, right in her face, she had no choice.

“Okay, much better,” the sheriff finally said over the sound of Chrissy’s screaming.  “We’ll call that two.”

Tess was aghast.  “Two?”

“Keep going,” the sheriff told her.  It’s a long way to twenty.”

Her son was crying and squirming around on her lap.  Tess kept one arm over his back to try and hold him down.

“Do it!” the sheriff yelled.  Hit him hard or…”  He pulled his gun out again and grabbed Chrissy’s hair.  He stuck the gun to Chrissy’s head.  “Either you hurt him good, or he’ll never hurt again.  Now which will it be?”

Tess sobbed.  No matter what, she couldn’t lose her son.  “I’m so sorry…Chrissy,” she said.  With that, she brought her hand down as hard as she possible could on Chrissy’s already blistered backside.

“That’s three!” the sheriff declared over the sound of Chrissy’s desperate crying.

Again and again, Tess was forced to hit her son as hard as she possibly could, and every single blow she delivered hurt her mentally as much as she was sure it was hurting him physically.  She wasn’t sure who was crying harder, her, or her son.

“Twenty!” the sheriff finally declared.  Only then did he release his hold on Chrissy’s hair, stand up, and put his gun away.

Crying and in pain, Chrissy jumped up from his mother’s lap, stumbling as he did.  He ran for his bedroom where he buried his face in his pillow.

“Now what’s next?” the sheriff asked.  “It’s getting late, and I’ve already missed all the shows I wanted to watch on TV tonight.”

“Get him ready for bed,” Alicia replied.  “We’ll wait and watch while she does it.”

Crying, defeated, barely able to function, Tess got up from the chair and went to Chrissy’s bedroom.  He was lying face down on top of his bed with his face buried in his pillow while he cried.  His bare backside was turning purple and bruised.  She sat on his bed and did her best to hold him.  “Shh,” she whispered.  “It’s over.  But we’ve got to get you ready for bed now.”  As far as she could see, there was no response from her son to her words at all.  Had he even heard, or did he blame her so much that he refused to acknowledge her?

With little choice she grabbed one of the toddler diapers from the package and the roll of duct tape.  She pulled two strips of tape off and got them ready.  She went back and tried to hold her son again.  “Roll over now Chris…Chrissy,” she whispered in his ear.  “We have to get this diaper on you.”  When he didn’t move, she leaned down again and whispered, “Please?”

Slowly, Chrissy rolled over onto his back.  The moment he did, the pain in his backside made him raise his rear end off the bed for a moment.  Tess shoved the new diaper under him, then added plenty of baby powder before fastening the toddler sized diaper and putting the strips of tape on it to hold it in place.  “Let’s get your pajamas on you now,” Tess told him.  Little by little, she helped her still crying son into his flannel pajamas.  She held the covers up and slipped him back into bed, pulling the covers up over him.

Tess turned to Olivia and Alicia.  “I’m going to have to get some bottles for him in the morning.  I don’t have any here.”

“Not to worry,” Alicia replied with a sly smile.  She opened the bag she had in her hand and pulled out a package of three pastel colored plastic baby bottles.  “We stopped at the store and added a tiny something to your account before we came.”

Tess felt like dying again.  Hating it, she took the package of bottles into the kitchen where she washed one of them and filled it with milk from the refrigerator.  As Alicia watched, she carried the baby bottle back to her son in bed.  “Here Chrissy,” she said softly.  “Put that in your mouth and drink it.”

Chris grabbed the cold baby bottle and under everyone’s watchful eyes, stuck the nipple in his mouth and started sucking, but he got almost nothing at all from the bottle.  “I can’t get hardly anything out of it,” he complained.

Olivia laughed.  “I guess you need more practice with that too.  Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty.”

Alicia chuckled.  “I can’t tell you how much I love seeing him like that.  Miranda was right.  She pictured him as a total baby, and I honestly think the role suits him.  Too bad Billy was the one to come up with his primary punishment.  If it was Miranda, I have no doubt that seeing him spend the rest of his life crawling around in a nursery somewhere would have been just as interesting.

“Not to mention easier,” Olivia added.

“Are we done here?” the sheriff asked.

“Yes Tom,” his wife told him.  “We can go home now.”

“Good!”  He looked to Tess.  “One of the deputies will be here to pick him up at ten tomorrow morning.”

“And one of the deputies will be by here later tonight,” Olivia added.  “There’s no need for you to even get out of bed.  As long as everything looks right, he’ll come, and leave…unless he wants some of Chrissy’s services, then it might take a while longer.  But either way, you don’t need to be there at all.”

“Sleep well Tess,” Alicia said.  “And relax.  You’re work for the night is done.”  With a laugh, she led the way out.

Tess didn’t bother following them to the door.  She sat in a daze on the side of Chrissy’s bed.  Sleep well.  Ha!  As if that was even possible anymore.

“Mom?”

Tess looked down at her son.  His face was still a mess from all the crying he had done.

“Do I have to drink it this way?” he asked.  “Can’t we just dump it out and then say I did?”

Tess was very tempted to do just that, but after all the things that had already happened, she was too afraid that somehow, someone might find out.  Instead, she slipped around him and laid down on top of his bed right next to him, pulling his head up onto her shoulder.  She took the baby bottle from him and held it to his lips.  “Drink,” she whispered.

Chrissy pushed the bottle away from him.  “Mom…please.”

“Shh,” Tess whispered as she pushed the nipple back to his lips.  “Drink,” she said softly.  “Try not sucking as hard.  Suck, but easy, and try to relax.”  She was glad to see him accept the nipple and start trying to drink again.  It took him a long time to finish the bottle, but she held it for him the entire time.  When he was done, she placed the empty bottle on the nightstand where the deputy could see it when he came in.  She kissed his cheek.  She wanted to say goodnight, Chris, but she didn’t.  She also didn’t want to say goodnight, Chrissy.  She had to settle for just the one word, “Goodnight.”

 

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Several hours later, a small sound caught Tess’s attention.  She got up from her bed and went out to the living room.  She saw one of the older town deputies heading for Chris’s room.  She watched from her bedroom doorway as the deputy went in, then came out again a few minutes later.  The deputy nodded his head but said nothing else.  He went out into the night. 

Tess went back to bed, but once again sleep was difficult to find.