My Funny Farm - Chapter 11 – What Are You? – Part 2 of 2

 

My Funny Farm

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11 – What Are You? – Part 2 of 2

 

When I saw where Caitlin took me, I came close to screaming.  Did you know that it’s hard to scream with a pacifier in your mouth and keep from spitting the thing out.  I had to sit there in the car and wait for her to come around and unbuckle my seat belt for me before she let me climb out into the parking lot.  She made sure I was still sucking my pacifier, then she took me by the hand and led me into…duh, duh, dunnnnn!...the grocery store.  It’s a good thing I was dressed normally, other than my pacifier, or I would have wet myself just getting from the car to the door.  I did worry about if anyone could see that I was wearing a diaper under my pants though, and that’s despite the giveaway sign of the pacifier that Caitlin was making damn sure I kept in my mouth.  How the heck do you hide something like that?  As far as I know, you can’t.

Caitlin grabbed a shopping cart, and made me push the thing, cautioning me that she wanted me to keep both hands on the handle all the time.  Hey!  If I did that, how was I supposed to ask her any questions?  I needed to remove my pacifier to talk plainly, and that would mean I had to take at least one hand off the cart.  I didn’t ask that though.  I simply pushed the cart around behind her, trying to think of some way to hide the baby pacifier stuck between my lips.  Did I feel embarrassed?  You figure it out.

We certainly didn’t rush through the store, but then I never expected her to.  Not if she was mostly out to humiliate me.  But I did notice that as slowly as we were shopping, the cart was filling up with food.  Lots of food.  When I had lived alone, by myself, like I wanted to be again, I had grocery shopped for just me.  It didn’t take much food at all.  Now with Caitlin, Emily, and Bill there, I guess we needed a lot more food than just for me.

It seemed like Caitlin pulled stuff from all over every shelf in the store, and that included the baby aisle.  Baby food in all sorts of containers and in a multitude of colors got thrown into the cart.  And then she pulled a few other things off those baby aisle shelves as well.  I was shocked to see her reach up and grab a colorful plastic set of baby dishes along with an assortment of colorful baby spoons to go with them.  I wonder who she got those thing for.  Nobody I knew.  I didn’t have to wonder though what I would soon be eating off of, and what utensils I would be using to eat with.

Aaannd…of course, two aisles later, I had to put up with her pulling my pants down, this time to my ankles, while she did another very thorough diaper check on me.

“You’re holding back!” she complained.  “Stop that!”

I quickly pulled the plug from my mouth.  “I’m not,” I told her.  “I just don’t have to go yet.”

“And I don’t believe you!” she told me.

“I don’t care!” I argued.  “I don’t have to go.”

“It’s been almost two and a half hours since we left home,” she told me.  “You can’t go that long without wetting yourself.”

“Damn it!” I cursed.  “How would you know?  I said I don’t have to go!”

She seemed to get very angry.  “Do you want me to remove those pants you’re wearing and let you finish shopping in just that diaper?  Trust me, I’ll do it, with no problem at all!”

I looked at her and I knew she wasn’t kidding.  In fact, she probably wanted to do it.  I also remembered she was supposed to be into BDSM like Emily was, so she had even more reason to want to do it.  “No,” I told her contritely.  “I’m sorry.”

“I am so tempted to take those pants away from you!” she told me angrily.

“I said I’m sorry.  This is all just…different.  Not to mention, very embarrassing.”

“Tough!” she said.  “Get used to it.  This is your new life for the foreseeable future.”

Ugh!  I knew she was right, and believe it or not, the damn police would back her up on it.  Fortunately, she pulled my pants up for me again and buckled my belt.

“Get that paci back in your mouth and this time suck on it!” she said threateningly.  “And so help me, the next time I check you, you better be wetter than you are now.”

“The next time?” I asked.

“Before we leave this store!”

I got the picture.  My pacifier went back between my lips where I chewed on it instead of sucking, and my hands went back to the cart handle.  Since she was threatening me with…I don’t know what, I figured I had better go ahead and wet myself again, despite the fact that we were out in public and there were lots of people who could see me doing it.  Yes, I had been holding back, ever since the doctor’s office.  She just didn’t need to know that.  Anyway, like it or not, I let loose in my pants and soaked myself again, right there in the store, praying that nobody would notice.

We traipsed through the final four aisles of the store before heading to the checkout.  By that time, I was sure she wasn’t going to bother checking me again, but once again I was wrong.  She chose a checkout lane where someone else was ahead of us.  And then she turned to me and stared unbuckling my pants again.  I simply couldn’t believe it.

“A skirt would make this a lot easier!” she complained as she fought to unbutton my pants.

A skirt…in the store.  Perish the thought!

In no time my pants were down to my knees again.  Her groping didn’t last very long.  “It’s about time,” she muttered.  “I knew you were holding back.”

I said nothing.  Especially with that pacifier in my mouth.  She pulled my pants back up and ignored the looks from the other shoppers around us.  I ignored their looks too, even though I was nothing but completely humiliated by the experience.

Eventually, we paid for our huge load of groceries, and I pushed the cart out to the car where we both unloaded the groceries into the trunk of her car.  She put me into the backseat and buckled me in before she herself took the cart to a place designed to hold them.  And finally, she drove me home.

It was over.  Or so I thought.  What I didn’t count on was Caitlin discussing everything that had happened with Emily and then both of them phoning James and Ashley about it.  I eventually figured out that a consensus had been reached.  They were going to punish me again.  Damn!  I didn’t want that butt plug shoved back into my ass.

It was different this time though.  Right after dinner, Emily and Bill both ganged up on me at the same time.  They tied my hands behind my back and dragged me into my bathroom.  Emily did something with my jaw that forced me to open my mouth, at which point she shoved something into it and stuck it between my teeth, forcing me to open my mouth even wider.  When she removed her hand, my mouth was stretched wide open, and I couldn’t close it.  Forget trying to ask what they were doing.  I couldn’t!  All I could make were noises.

“You were bad baby!” Caitlin told me sternly.  “Very, very bad.  Not only did you argue with me, but I heard you use a very bad swear word.  That’s not allowed.  So for that, you’re getting your mouth washed out with soap.

I was shocked.  “Ah!”  I couldn’t say anything else.  My mind desperately tried to remember what swear word I had used, but I couldn’t remember it.  Whatever it was, it had probably come out when I argued with her in the grocery store about checking my diaper.

Before I knew it, Emily was back, and she shoved a wet washcloth into my mouth and started scrubbing all around in there.  But the washcloth wasn’t just wet, it was thickly covered in soap, which tasted even worse than the baby formula they kept making me drink.  I tried to fight them, but with my hands tied behind me, and that thing keeping my mouth wide open, and Bill holding onto me, there was nothing I could do.  Emily went at me hard and scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt soapy bubbles constantly dripping down not just my chin, but more so down my throat.  I coughed and gagged, completely miserable, and she kept scrubbing, doing nothing but making it worse.

Finally, she removed the washcloth.  Then she went in and removed whatever she had put in my mouth to keep it open.  I saw some kind of black rubber block.  She took me by the hand and pulled me over to my bed.  It was earlier than usual, but she removed my diaper and lathered me up thoroughly with baby lotion and powder.  Then horror of horrors, she and Caitlin rolled me over onto my stomach and they inserted that damn butt plug again.  I was turned over and they pulled up that thick nighttime diaper between my legs and fastened it.  I had no doubt that once again I was going  to be spending another sleepless night with that thing in my ass.

Emily leaned over me and pulled my pacifier from my mouth.  “We all have to get used to treating you like nothing but a baby,” she said.  “And you’re going to have to get used to behaving and considering yourself to be nothing but a baby.  All the time!  You need to get that through your thick head.  You’re not an adult anymore.  Not as far as we’re concerned.  You’re nothing but a baby, and you’re going to stay a baby, and nothing else.  Now tell me, what are you?”

She stared at me, waiting for an answer.  I didn’t give her one.

“What are you?” she insisted.

I still said nothing.

“Do you want me to wash your mouth out with soap again?”

My mouth still tasted absolutely horrible.  “No,” I replied.

“Then tell me what you are.  And it better be the right answer.”

She wasn’t going to let up on me.  “A baby,” I finally replied.

“What are you?” she asked again.

“A baby.  Okay?”

“Not okay!  What are you?”

I sighed.  “A baby.”

“Good.  Remember that.  I think we’re going to all have to keep reminding you of that fact for a while.  Maybe it will help you remember your place from now on.  It’ll probably help to remind us of that fact as well.  What are you?” she asked one more time.

“A baby,” I replied.

She nodded.  “No extra loving tonight.  We’re not going to hold you to feed you your bottle.  You can lay there and hold it yourself.”  She leaned down and kissed my forehead.  “Night-night, baby.  Caitlin will bring you your bottle in a few minutes.”