The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 8 – Home School – Part 2 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 8 – Home School – Part 2 of 2

 

Alicia waited until her entire family was seated at the breakfast table.  She had prepared pancakes for them, one of the family’s favorite breakfasts.  Before she sat down at the table with them, she dropped copies of the Addendum in front of Billy and Miranda.

“What’s this?” her daughter asked.

“Read it!”

Only seconds later, “Miranda squealed with delight.  “You made his name official!”

“Keep reading,” Alicia told her.

It was Billy though who spoke next.  “What?  No.  No.  Mom!”  He looked to his mother, then to his father.  “Dad, what’s this?”

“It’s all right there in writing son,” Tom told him.

“But…but this means that Chrissy won’t be in school anymore.  How the hell am I going to do anything with him?  He won’t be there for all the kids to see it.”

“Yeah, well, let’s talk about that son.  As much as I hate to say it, Pomeroy was right.  School isn’t the place for that kind of thing.  Most of those kids are really way too young to be seeing that kind of thing.”

“But Dad…”

“Don’t but Dad me!  From now on, Chrissy stays out of that school unless me or one of the deputies brings him there.  Understand?”

“But Dad…”

“Billy!  According to what your mother told me recently, you haven’t legitimately passed a single course in that school since eighth grade.”

“Hey!  Every report card I got has straight ‘A’s.”

“Yeah, only because you’re a Bastien.”

“Why should I bother with any of that.  When I graduate, I’m going to be a deputy, then someday, I’m going to have your job.  Sheriff.”

“That’s right.  But to do my job, and someday also be judge of this town, you’ve got to know a whole lot more than you do now.  So Chrissy stays out of the school.”

“But what if I want him to suck my cock?  What if I want him to suck my friends off too?”

“Not…in…school!  I’m not happy with you wanting him to do that to you and your friends either, but I don’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter.  Tell you what.  I’ll have the deputies bring him by the office anytime he’s not too busy.  You and your friends can play with him for a few hours then.  After school!”

Billy wasn’t happy about it.  The whole point of it all was for the kids in school to see how powerful he was.

Miranda went back to reading the Addendum.  She got to the main part of it.  The biggest part.  “Momma.  Momma.  Momma,” she said excitedly.  “This is everything I tried to tell you about yesterday.  All of it!  You just wrote it out better.”  And then she got to the part about the baby bottles.  She squealed loudly and excitedly.  “The bottles.  You’ve got that in here too.  I don’t believe it.”

“Yes dear.  I mentioned it all to Grandma and she seemed to like the idea.  All your ideas.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Miranda said excitedly.  But then she realized something, and her face fell.  “But…it’s like Billy said.  If he’s not ever in school, how will I ever get to see him drinking from a bottle?  How will I ever get to hear him talking like a toddler?”

“I don’t know,” Alicia told her.  “I guess you’ll just have to take comfort in the fact that you added a major amount of trouble to his punishment.  Oh, and one other thing.  Anytime you see him, he and his mother both have been ordered to curtsey to you.”

“Curtsey?”

“Yes.  Just don’t be surprised.”

Miranda tried to picture that, then burst out laughing.

 

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Chris and Tess were still in their pajamas, still at the kitchen table while Miranda was laughing on the other side of town.  Tess had fixed them a breakfast of eggs and bacon.  The empty plates were still in front of them.  Chris’s baby bottle, now containing cold chocolate milk, was still full and sitting in front of him.

“Thank you very much for letting me service you,” Tess said, giving her son another sentence to try to say.

“Mom, I’m…not…goo-ing…to…thay…dat (Mom, I’m not going to say that),” Chris replied as carefully as he could.

“Say it anyway!” she told him.

He was just about to try, when the front door opened.  They both watched in horror as one of the deputies walked in and headed for the kitchen table.

“Deputy Mike,” Tess greeted him.  “What can I do for you?”

“I’m just here to make sure Chrissy here is following orders,” the deputy replied.

“He is.  Trust me!” Tess told him.  “We’ve been working hard on his speech all morning.”

“Oh yeah?  Let me hear something.”

Tess looked over at Chris.  “Say hello to the deputy,” she told him.

Slowly and hesitantly, Chris said, “He-wo, dep-u-ty.”

The Deputy Mike let out a small laugh, then looked to Tess.  “I see the baby bottle on the table.  Is he in diapers like he’s supposed to be?”

“Chris…Chrissy,” Tess said, correcting herself.  “Stand up and pull your pajama bottoms down.”

Hesitantly, Chris stood up and pulled his pajamas down just far enough so that the deputy could see his diaper.  “I’m…wet,” he told the deputy, happy that neither of the two words he tried to say could give him any reason for concern.

Mike chuckled a laugh.  “Good enough then.  I’ll be back later.  About ten.”  With that, he cockily strode out of the house.

Tess breathed a sigh of relief.  “That’s why we can’t let our guard down.”  She looked over at Chris and noticed a tear slipping from his eye.  “What’s wrong?”

“You-w  wwwight.  I can-t ev-a be no…now…now-mal…now-maw (You’re right.  I can’t ever be normal).”

Sadly, Tess agreed.  “No.  Now do your mess in your diaper, then get a shower and get dressed.  We both need a break.”

A few minutes later, Chris walked into the bathroom and stared longingly at the toilet.  It wasn’t that he couldn’t use it, it was simply that he no longer had any need to use it.  His mother had made him mess and wet in that small diaper again.  Then she had removed it for him and sent him in for his shower.  His life was getting nothing but more miserable with each passing minute.  Fifteen minutes later, his mother helped him get dressed again.  Different leggings, and top, same stupid short skirt.  Once again, the girl’s clothes felt weird to wear, even though he had spent two days already in essentially the same clothes.

His mother made him do his makeup again, all of it, including his eyes.  She watched and offered suggestions.  He knew it still looked bad when she told him it was good enough, but in truth, he didn’t care.  She had him comb his hair again and add his lipstick.  Then she took him out to the living room.

“I’ve got to teach you this too, Chris,” she told him.  “As stupid as it seems, thanks to the judge’s wife, we’ve got no choice.”

“What now?”

“Curtseying.  Remember?”

He vaguely remembered that from last night too.  “But it’s not on any of the papers.”

“Do you think that’s going to matter?  Olivia Bastien herself ordered it, right here last night.  And she did it while the sheriff and his wife were watching.  You…and me…we’ve got no choice but to do what she wants.  In this case, curtsey to each of the Bastien women every time we see or talk to them.  Olivia, Alicia, and Miranda!”

Chris shook his head.  “How about the men?”

“She didn’t say that, so I’ll leave it up to you.”

“No!”

She looked at him for a moment then said, “Okay.  Now this isn’t difficult so it shouldn’t give you any trouble.”  She demonstrated as she gave him the directions.  “First, nod your head down respectfully a little.  Then grab the sides of your skirt.  Put your right foot back, and dip.  Then just stand up straight.  See, easy.  Now you try it.”  Step by step, she led Chris through the process, then watched him try it half a dozen times.

When they were done with that, she checked the clock.  Fifteen minutes to go, but what if the deputy was early?  She grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk from the table and stuck it in his purse.  As she did, she remembered something else from that Addendum last night, she was going to need to be ready to change him at any time, which meant that she was going to need to pack some kind of diaper bag.  She had to have not just diapers and cleaning supplies for him, but bottles too.  It wasn’t just Chris’s life that was getting more difficult, it was hers too.

Then she remembered having to beat him like she had last night.  She realized that the Bastiens weren’t just punishing her son, they were punishing her as well.  She had no doubt that Olivia Bastien knew just how all of this would affect her.  Tess had no doubt at all.

The front door suddenly opened, and Deputy Mike walked in again.

“He’s just about ready,” she told him.  She watched as her son got his coat, hat, and mittens on.  She handed him his purse and Chrissy draped the strap over his head and shoulder.  She hugged him tightly.  “Good luck.  I love you,” she whispered.

He wanted to say he loved her too, but there was a letter in the word love that he couldn’t use anymore.  “Yeah,” he said.  “Bye Mom.”

Tess watched as her son followed the deputy out the door.  What horrors was he heading for?  She could only imagine.

It was Saturday.  The bank was closed but she needed to get to the dry-goods store for some things to put together a diaper bag for him.  Everything they seemed to be doing to him was at odds with everything else.  They wanted him to go around sucking cocks, while at the same time, they wanted him treated like nothing but a baby.  And all of it was designed to make her son look like a total idiot.  A total loser.  A total fool.

They were trying to erase the son she used to have and replace him with something else.  Something that was nothing but a total mockery of what her son used to be.  And in doing so, she had no doubt that the Bastien women were very aware of what all of that was going to do to her.  They wanted her to wish she was dead too.  Well, she was almost to that point.  Her only reason for living anymore was to make sure her son lived.  That was all that mattered anymore.  He had to live!