The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 7 – The Addendum – Part 1 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 7 – The Addendum – Part 1 of 2

 

Here it is Vince,” Olivia told her husband as she carried the stack of papers back into his office.  “Although like I told you earlier, I don’t see where it’s necessary.”

Judge Vincent Bastien took the stack of papers from his wife.  “This whole thing with that boy was a bit complicated to begin with, and now you’re making it doubly so.  In fact, you’ve made this whole thing so complicated, we and everyone else are going to need it spelled out in writing just to understand it.”  He looked over at Tom.  “Isn’t that the way you see it?”

“Without a doubt!” Tom Bastien replied.  He had read through the changes that the two women were proposing and didn’t see the need for any of it.  Furthermore, it was going to be nothing but a total headache for him and his deputies.  But if his mother and father were ordering it, then he had no choice but to go along with it.  Besides, most of the time his deputies sat around with nothing to do anyway.  He had already decided though that after he got home tonight, he and his wife were going to have a serious talk about things.  Half of what was now being ordered, he barely understood.

The judge read through the addendum that his wife had created then passed one of them over to his son.  Tom read through it quickly.  It was exactly the same as the paper they had shown him earlier, and he still didn’t see the need for any of it.  Why couldn’t they have just let him put a bullet in the boy’s head?  It would have saved everyone a whole lot of trouble.  Maybe, one of these days, he should quietly do just that.

Alicia was the one to ask the next question.  “Do you see any need to post this all over town?”

“We’re going to have to,” the judge replied.  “We’re specifically asking everyone in the entire community to take part.  And I have no doubt that figuring all that out will be difficult enough.”

“Not to mention,” Tom said, “it’ll give everyone something else to talk about, other than trying to figure out when the next snowstorm will hit us.”

The judge nodded his agreement.

“You want this posted tonight,” Tom asked, “or should we wait till morning?  It’s already getting pretty late.”

“No,” the judge replied.  “Wake ‘em up!  Get your deputies busy.”

Tom nodded, then looked at his wife.  “There’s one thing in here that I’m not sure about,” he said.  “Not that I’m that sure about any of it.  But do you need to contact Fred or Betty to get into the store?”

“That might help,” Alicia replied.  “We can stop there on the way.”

 

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Like the night before, Tess didn’t make him wear a diaper to bed.  Once the evening had fully set in and all was quiet, Tess allowed him to use the bathroom and keep his diaper off.  Chris was very grateful.  She had just put him into his new flannel pajamas for bed when the sound of someone knocking forcefully on the door nearly made her heart stop.  The fact that her son was out of diapers when she knew he was supposed to be in them was an equal reason for concern.  “Get into the shower!  Run!” she whispered urgently.

The knock came again as Chris disappeared into the bathroom.  She hurried to the front door and opened it, and nearly died.  Standing outside was not just the sheriff, but his wife Alicia and his mother Olivia.  She didn’t invite them in because the Sheriff immediately pushed his way inside and they all entered.

“Where’s the boy?” the sheriff asked.

“In the bathroom.  It’s late and I sent him to get his shower before bed.”

“Get him!”

Tess ran to the bathroom.  “Chris!” she said as she knocked on the bathroom door, before opening it.  “Chris, the sheriff, his wife, and Olivia Bastien are all here.  And they want you.”

Chris nearly fainted.

“Turn the water off and dry yourself quicky.  I’ll get you a diaper.”

Inside the shower, Chris had only gotten his arms wet because the water was so cold when he turned it on.  He quickly wet his legs and body before turning the water off.  He was still drying himself off when the bathroom door opened, and he saw his mother there with another of those toddler diapers.

“Don’t bother with the diaper!” Olivia called from the living room.  “He might as well come out here naked.”

“What do they want?” Chris whispered to his mother.

“I don’t know,” she replied.  “But whatever it is, it can’t be good.  Just wrap that towel around you and come out the way you are.  Don’t bother drying off anymore.”

Chris wrapped the towel around him and followed his mother out into their small living room.  The room was much more crowded now with all the people there.

“Well!  Took you long enough,” Olivia said as she eyed the still-wet boy.

“What’s the problem?” Tess asked.  “We’ve spent most of the evening working on his makeup like you asked,” Tess added.

“Hmph!” Olivia grunted as she turned her attention from the boy back to his mother.  She grinned evilly.  “I was amused the other day when you came to visit.  I rather liked the curtsey you gave me.  I think that from now on, I’d like to see you continue doing that.  Anytime you talk to me, or even cross my path, I expect a nice polite curtsey from you…and your son!”

Tess felt her face turning red.  It had just happened that day.  Olivia always just affected her that way.  She nodded.  “As you wish.”

Olivia looked at Alicia for a moment, then back to Tess.  “I think it’s only fitting that you treat Alicia the same way.  Curtsey.  And perhaps, my granddaughter too, Miranda.  You can curtsey whenever you see any of us.  You…and your son, so I suggest you teach him…soon!  Because his path and mine will cross a lot!”

Tess wasn’t sure if she was supposed to or not, but Olivia was frightening her so much that she automatically dropped a small curtsey as she said, “Of course.”

Olivia smiled.  “Charming.”

“Was there anything else?” Tess asked.

“Anything else?” Olivia said.  “Of course there’s something else.  Curtseying was the last thing on my mind…until we actually got here.”

Tess was scared and very worried, but so far, it didn’t sound like they had come to actually kill Chris.  “What is it?” she asked.

“A whole lot of things,” Olivia said as she grabbed one of the Addendum papers the sheriff was holding.  “My husband…the judge…even had me type all this out so your little brain could study it and there would be no questions about any of it.”

Tess eyed the paper with nothing but dread.

Olivia turned to her son, the sheriff.  “Tom, you’re the sheriff, so I guess it’s your job to officially fill her in on all the good news.”

Good news?  That caught Tess’s attention.

Tom looked down at the lengthy paper in his hand and began to read:

 

“Addendum to the Christopher Moore, Town Cocksucker Law

By order of Judge Vincent Bastien

 

The following rules and restrictions shall hereby be added to the law concerning Christopher Moore, which made him the official town cocksucker.

 

1.      From this point on, Christopher Moore shall be legally known and addressed as Chrissy Moore by everyone.

2.      Because of the sizable debt that Chrissy and his mother, Tess Moore, have accrued at the town dry-goods store, a count of every single person that Chrissy services shall be kept and reported to the town sheriff.  For each of those services, Chrissy shall have one dollar removed from the amount of that debt.

3.      Since to this point, Chrissy has spent most of his days in school and has been unable to meet the amount of servicing that would be required to lower that debt in any meaningful way, it has been deemed that because of his position as town cocksucker, Chrissy no longer needs any formal education and shall no longer be required to attend school.  Instead, a town deputy shall pick Chrissy up each morning from his home and take him to wherever it is decided that his services can be put to the best use.

4.      It has been noted that because of the crime Chrissy Moore committed, that obviously his mother did not discipline him properly and raise him like she should have.  Therefore, it is ordered that she will learn to discipline him properly now.  To that end, a system of demerits shall be instituted to keep track of every little infraction that Chrissy Moore makes.  For each and every infraction, Chrissy shall receive one demerit.  Every evening before bed, a town deputy will stop at their home to deliver the number of demerits that Chrissy received that day.  While the deputy acts as witness, Tess Moore shall deliver ten hard and purposeful spanks to the bare bottle of her son for each demerit while he is bent over her lap.  The deputy shall be responsible for counting the spanks, and only the spanks that the deputy feels are firm enough shall be counted.  If Chrissy does not receive any demerits during the day, then he shall still receive ten spanks for all the ones he should have gotten earlier in his life but didn’t.

5.      Because it has been noted that many people in this community have had the misconception that the former Christopher Moore was highly intelligent, then an effort must be made to correct that misconception and ensure that it never happens again.  To accomplish that, from this point on, every time Chrissy says anything at all, he will do everything possible to make himself sound as childish as possible.  To aid in that, the following restrictions shall be applied to Chrissy’s speech, and for each and every mistake that anyone hears Chrissy make, he shall receive one demerit.  The demerits will be counted and punished at the end of each day.

a.       From this point on, any time Chrissy says anything, he is never allowed to pronounce the letter L in any of his words.  All L sounds in any word shall be replaced with the sound of W instead.

b.      From this point on, any time Chrissy says anything, he is never allowed to pronounce the letter R in any of his words.  All R sounds shall be replaced with either the sound of W or the sound of A instead, whichever will sound the most childish.

c.       From this point on, any time Chrissy says anything, he is never allowed to pronounce the letter S in any of his words.  All S sounds in any word shall be replaced with the sound of TH instead.

d.      From this point on, any time Chrissy says anything, he is never allowed to pronounce the sound that the combined letters of TH would make in any word.  All TH sounds in any word shall be replaced with the sound of D instead.  While this may seem like a contradiction to an earlier rule, it shall be separate since it concerns only words where the TH sound is normally in the correct spelling of the word.

6.      Since Chrissy Moore shall always be in diapers like a baby and will be speaking more like a young toddler, from this point on Chrissy Moore is further restricted to drinking only from baby bottles like a baby.  To this end, his mother shall never send him out of the house without a full baby bottle so he will always have one available to drink from.

7.      After being spanked each night, before the town deputy leaves, he shall be responsible for ensuring that Chrissy is put back in diapers and is then sent straight to bed, at which time his mother will give him a full baby bottle of milk to drink.  Another deputy will be responsible for stopping by sometime during the night to make sure that bottle is empty.

8.      Since Chrissy’s position is a twenty-four-hour a day job and someone may wake him up in the middle of the night for his services, the door to Chrissy’s home shall remain unlocked at all times and a light shall be kept on somewhere in the house at night so that anyone needing Chrissy’s services can see and it will be easier for the town deputies to do their assigned duties.  It is recommended that his mother keep an extra baby bottle available for him next to his bed to help him get back to sleep.

9.      Chrissy Moore’s mother, Tess Moore, shall always keep herself ready and available to change her son’s diapers at a moment’s notice.  Every effort shall be made to either transport her to her son, or transport her son to her, to make this happen.  Since Chrissy is only allowed to drink from baby bottles, in order for him to remain healthy, it is recommended that Tess also keep additional baby bottles with her to replace any empty ones that Chrissy may have.

 

All citizens of Bastien are asked to make sure that Chrissy Moore adheres to each and every requirement and restriction to both the original law and this addendum, and that they dutifully report each and every infraction to one of the town deputies as soon as possible.  Anyone caught not reporting an infraction shall be fined and/or receive time in jail.

 

All this is so ordered by Vincent Bastien, Judge and highest authority of Bastien, Wisconsin.”

 

The McComber Switch – Edited

 In case you didn’t know, I have a number of books that I’ve written and published as Kindle eBooks.  There’s a link at the top of my blog to see what they are.  A few years ago, I decided to remove The McComber Switch from this blog and make it available that way.  But…I never considered the book to have the transgender focus my other books have (and I’m not talking about Baby Bobby now.  That’s another problem I’d like to forget about). 

 This past year I received two very nice, very professional reviews on The McComber Switch, so I decided to give the thing another read though.  As I knew before, despite how long it is, once you get through book one, you’re not going to stop until you get to the end of book four.  What a story!

 I’ve written a lot of extremely long stories on this blog.  The McComber Switch was one of them.  I literally spent years writing and posting the thing, just as I’ve done with some of my other stories.  The story is so long that I had to break it up into four lengthy books: Revenge of the Ducks, The Consequences of Conduct, From the Frying Pan to the Fire, and Fame is a Four Letter Word.  Then, to sweeten the deal, I created one version that was a Complete version that held all four books, and I made the price on that Complete version so that you saved a lot of money buying that over the other book separately.  No surprise, almost everyone goes for the Complete version.  So much so, that the one time in the past when I did do some editing on the story, I never bothered to update the individual books.

 Anyway, the big problem with The McComber Switch was that when I wrote it I used a lot of what I can only call…alternative punctuation.  Which totally worked for me at the time.  Unfortunately, it was just plain wrong!

 I just finished editing The McComber Switch again, and I’ve removed a few thousand examples of that alternative punctuation and corrected it.  For those of you who liked it, don’t worry, there’s still a lot of it in there, but the writing is a lot better now. 

 For the first time, I’ve also completely updated the individual books in the story so they’re up to date as well.  Actually, I just copied and pasted the content from the Complete version into the separate books and republished them.

 For those of you who are interested, or who might have read it before and liked it, I invite you to explore the story again.  It really is a great one!

 My teaser for the story has always been:

 The McComber Switch

To the world, the story began with this:  “Welcome to northern Arkansas.  This is the story of a family that lives here.  It’s a story about courage and stress, love and hatred.  It’s a story about Four Musketeers.  A story about boys and men who love hunting more than life.  A story about an extended family that cares for each other with a passion that is almost furious.  Yet it is also a story about a family that is stressed to the limits with no conceivable way out.  And finally, this is the story of two young twins with the courage and determination to do what nobody wants them to do.”

  To the world, that is the official way this story began.  The truth however was something far different! 

 This is the story of an eleven year old boy and an eleven year old girl.  Twins!  One who refuses to do what he’s supposed to do, and one who refuses to stop doing what she’s not supposed to do.  And so the family, at their wits end, decide to enact a punishment that most would consider criminal.  A punishment that would literally put the twins through hell in order to change their minds and get them to see the light.  Yet it is a punishment of the twin’s own design.  One that the twins themselves asked for – in writing.  The boy would become the girl, and the girl would become the boy.  The twins just thought that nobody would ever go along with it.

 Everyone hated the idea, but no one had a better plan for dealing with the problem.  Everyone was sure that the plan would work.  And everyone was wrong!

 

If you haven’t already done so, I urge you to check the story out.

Karen

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 3 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 3 of 3

 

“Mom!” Miranda said the minute she got home. 

“Yes dear?” Alicia replied.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“What’s that?”

“Remember last night when we were talking about making Chrissy not sound so smart when he talks anymore?”

“I don’t recall that being an exact subject of the conversation.  What I remember most is that you were overly hung up about him…and I’m guessing you still are.  Forget him Miranda.  Once and for all, forget about him.”

“Not quite yet, Mom.  Now will you listen to my idea?”

“Why?  What’s it about?”

“It’s about making him sound like a total dufus every time he opens his mouth.”

“Miranda, to what point?  He’s already the biggest town joke we’ve ever had…in the history of Bastien.”

“I know, but I want to make it worse.”

“Why?”

“Billy had his way with him, now I want mine.”

“Uh…in case you forgot, I seem to remember that half of Billy’s ideas came directly from you.”

“Yeah, but now I want something else.”

“Miranda, the judge’s order is already written and distributed.  It’s been law for two days now.  You can’t change it.”

“Maybe we can’t change it, but Mom, I know that you’re powerful enough in this town to add a few other things to what Chris has to do, without anything being in writing.”

Alicia stared at her daughter.  “What makes you think that?”

“Moomm!  Give me a break!  Everyone knows who really runs this town.  You and Grandma.”

“Don’t tell your father.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.  Now will you at least listen?”

Alicia rolled her eyes.  “Okay.  But know this much before you start.  I’m not planning on implementing anything at all that you want.”

“Mom, at least listen, okay?”

“What is it?”

 

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It was after dinner when Alicia left the house.  The rest of her family were all watching TV.  She had to go up to the judge’s house to talk to Olivia.  Getting together like that was something the two women did often because Miranda had been right, she and Olivia did run the town, their husbands just didn’t realize that.  In fact, the two women looked after all the business of running almost everything, while the men mostly made sure everyone did what they wanted them to.  That’s the way things had really worked for five generations of Bastien women now.  But tonight, Alicia was heading over to the judge’s house because there was a problem and Olivia had called earlier in the day and asked her to come.

It wasn’t long before the two women were sitting across from each other at Olivia’s kitchen table, while the judge stayed out of the way back in his office.  As far as Alicia could tell, the judge never left his private office in the house.

“Did you manage to get a count for Chrissy today?” Olivia asked.

“Nine again,” Alicia replied.

“Does that include me too?”

“You!”

“Yes, me.”

“No.  Tom didn’t mention you.”

“Then it’s ten.”

“You?” Alicia asked again.

“Why not?  Besides, as inexperienced as he is, it may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.  It was a true indulgence, dear.  You really should try it.  In fact, I highly recommend it.”

Alicia looked at her skeptically.

“Try it!” Olivia told her.  “Why not?  We’ve created the official town position.  You’ve got no reason not to.”

“I’ll think about it,” Alicia replied.

“Trust me, do it!” Olivia told her.

Alicia changed the subject by getting down to business.  “Now what’s this problem you mentioned with Chrissy?  If there is a problem, then I have no doubt that Tom will make sure nobody will ever be using Chrissy’s services again.”

“That’s what we don’t need right now,” Olivia replied.  “It’s a problem, because I’m making it a problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“After Chrissy and I…you know.  He was a mess.  I mean his face.”

“It was?”

“Alicia, trust me, try it with him!  After he left, I had to take a shower to clean myself up!  I didn’t stop him until after my third orgasm.”

Alicia looked shocked.  “Three?”

“Three!  Then I pushed him away and told him he needed to get a lot better at it.”

Alicia chuckled.  “Okay.  So what’s the problem?  I’m sure he must have been a mess after that.”

“He had some of those makeup removing pads in his purse,” Olivia told her, “and he used them to clean his face off.”

“So?”

“So he cleaned his eye makeup off too, and he didn’t have any with him to fix it.  He said his mother does it all for him and the only thing she’s taught him to do so far is the eyeshadow.  Nothing else.”

“It’s only been two days.  The only time I ever wear makeup is for any kind of village function, and it takes me forever just to do my eyes.  He probably doesn’t have a clue as to how.”

“True, but that’s not the point.  As I see it, Chris, or Chrissy, was not following the letter of the law by not having that makeup with him to at least attempt to take care of it.”

“Mom, where are you going with this?”

“I’m afraid it’s all a bit complicated.”

“Then lay it on me, or we’ll never get through it.”

“There’s a couple of things,” Olivia replied.  “First of all, at the rate we decided for Chris to start paying back what’s owed to the store, he’s never going to get there.  Nine or ten people a day isn’t going to cut it.  We need a better way to deal with it.  A system or something.”

“Agreed!” Alicia said.  “Absolutely!” what else?”

“As far as I’m concerned Tess Moore did a piss poor job of raising her son.”

“He used to be considered one of the best kids in town,” Alicia pointed out.

“Not if he didn’t know better than to say the things he did.”

“Good point.  If he was half as smart as Miranda keeps telling me he was, then he would never have even considered saying those things.  Especially not after what happened to his father.”

“Does he know what really happened there?” Olivia asked.  “The records all say it was a hunting accident.”

“I don’t know,” Alicia admitted.  “But Tess isn’t stupid.  I’m sure she’s figured it out.”

“Either way, as far as I’m concerned, Tess didn’t do a good enough job of raising him.  And my bet is that she didn’t even try to discipline him.”

“Discipline?  When he didn’t do anything wrong?”

“How do we know what he did and didn’t do?  He’s a kid.  A boy.  You know for a fact what kind of trouble boys get into all the time, and then they try and hide it.”

“Billy doesn’t seem to try and hide it as much anymore.  He crows about it instead.  Bragging about it.  And every time, Tom seems to be more proud of him than ever.”

“We’re all proud of him,” Olivia told her.  “He’s going to be another generation of Bastien leadership that this town can be proud of.”

“No doubt about that,” Alicia agreed.  “So you’re angry because Chrissy didn’t have enough makeup with him today.”

“Yes!  But more than that, I’m convinced that Tess simply did a lousy job of raising him.”

“So what is it you’re proposing?”

“That we start making her fix the situation.  Do it right.”

“How?  And don’t forget, it’s all going to be a lot more difficult now because of what Billy fixed him with.”

“It doesn’t matter.  Here’s what I think we should do.”

Alicia listened to it in disbelief, then she shook her head.  “I like the idea,” she finally admitted, “but everything you’re saying would depend on some kind of list of…demerits or something.”

“Yes!”

“But what?  And who could possibly tell or know.”

“I don’t know yet, other than anything that anybody ever sees that would be out of place or not living up to the letter of the law.”

“So for him not having any makeup today, that would be one demerit?”

“I was thinking two, one for not having it with him, and another for his mother not teaching him to use it yet.”

“It’s only been two days.”

“So what?  She could have at least tried.”

“Okay, I can see that,” Alicia replied.  “But…it doesn’t seem like enough.  There’s got to be something else we can use to gage this all by.”

“I know.  That’s one of the main things I was hoping you could help me with.”

“Are you going to get Dad to amend the order he published?”

“I could.  But I don’t see where we need it.”

“That’s what Miranda said earlier.”

“Miranda?”

“Yes.  She’s still too hung up over Chrissy.  You wouldn’t believe what she asked me to saddle him with now.”

“You mean she had an idea to use against him?”

“In a major way.”

“I’ve always loved Miranda,” Olivia said with a smile.  “Tell me.  All of it!”

 

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 2 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 2 of 3

 

Chris sat against the wall in Pomeroy’s office and closed his eyes.  Once he had finished with the principal, Pomeroy had suggested he just stay there out of sight.  Chris was grateful.  The only place he’d rather be just then, was home, and he had no illusions as to how likely it was that anyone would let him go there.

He opened his eyes.  The colorful leg warmers his mother had made him stood out boldly.  He supposed the red background of them was supposed to go with his red skirt.  Not that he cared.  The only thing he was wearing that he…sort of liked, were the warm boots he had left on today.  They were girl’s boots, but he still like them. 

He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, briefly catching a flash of the pink nail polish he was wearing.  Ugh!  Every single time he did anything with his hands, he couldn’t help but notice it.  He wanted to shake his hands to shake the weird color off, but that of course was stupid.  Almost as stupid as he was.  And there was no longer any doubt as to how stupid he really was.  No doubt anymore at all.

The bell hadn’t even rung yet for the next period when Billy came waltzing in.  “What the hell are you doing?” Billy demanded.

“What I was told to do,” Chris replied.  “Sit here.”

Billy shook his head and glared angrily at Pomeroy.  “This isn’t working.  He needs work.  He’s still way to slow at what he does.”

Pomeroy shook his head.  “Billy, I really don’t know how to help with that.”

“Of course not,” Billy replied angrily.  “You’re too stupid.  You’re all too stupid.  Come on flake, get up.  Let’s go!”

Chris got up from the floor, worried now about where Billy would take him next.  But he had no illusions at all about what he would be doing once he got there.  So why should it matter where they were going next?  He guessed it didn’t.  But they didn’t even get out of the outer school office when he saw the sheriff come in.

“Dad,” Billy said.  “What are you doing here?”

Tom Bastien looked Chris over.  “I need him again,” Tom told his son.  “We’ve got a request.”

“Yeah?” Billy said brightly.  “From who?”

“Never mind.  That’s town business, not yours.”

“But…”

“Billy!  You don’t need to know!”

Billy backed down quickly.  “Yes Dad,” he replied.

“Now go to class.  And Chrissy, you get your coat and get back here.  Fast!”

Once again Chris climbed into the sheriff’s pickup truck, and once again he noticed that they were heading toward the judge’s house.  He could already picture himself stuck under that big desk again, having to unzip the judge’s pants and do all the work.  When they arrived, as always now, he said nothing.  He got meekly out of the truck and followed the sheriff up to the front door.  The maid opened the door for them and let them inside.  He noticed the judge’s wife watching as they came in.  Just seeing her gave him shivers.  Chris felt her eyes on him all the way through the door.

“Go on back.  He’s free right now,” Olivia told them.

Once again Chris had to follow the sheriff into the judge’s office.

“Hey Dad,” Tom said as he walked in.

“Tom,” the judge said, greeting his son.  He turned his attention to Chris.  “What are you standing there for.  You don’t need an invitation.  All you need to do is come straight over here and get to work!”

Chris didn’t bother fixing his lips first.  He didn’t even bother taking off his coat.  He hurried right over to the judge’s desk and crawled under it.  A moment later, he was unzipping the judge’s fly while he heard the judge and the sheriff talking about town business as if he wasn’t even there.  When he was done, he carefully zipped the judge’s pants back up and crawled out.  He stood off to the side while the judge and sheriff were talking and fixed his lips.

“Chrissy!” Olivia’s voice rang through the room, interrupting the conversation.  “Now that you’re done with them, get your ass over here.”

Chris hurried over to the woman and stood in front of her.

“Hm!” Olivia grunted.  “The last time I saw your mother, she curtseyed.”  She turned on her heel.  “Come along.”

Chris followed, wondering what she would want.  She led him into another room nearby.  Another office he realized, but one that looked a lot brighter and nicer than the one the judge used.  He noticed Olivia closing the office door after them.  He got a bit more nervous then.  He got much more nervous when the woman pulled her pants and her panties off, right in front of him.  Naked from the waist down, she sat in one of the chairs.

“Take your coat off,” she told him.  “Let me see what you’re wearing.”

Chris pulled his coat off and dropped it on the floor.  He stood there while Olivia seemed to study him.

“Pull your skirt up.  Let me see your diaper.”

He pulled up his skirt, exposing the embarrassing toddler diaper he was wearing.”

“Are you wet at all?” she asked.

“No,” he mumbled shyly.

“Then wet it!  Now!” she ordered.

Chris was shocked.

“Did you hear me?  Wet that thing!”

Chris was shaking inside.  She was scaring him.  It had been a while now since his mother had put the diaper on him.  Most of the morning already.  Too afraid not to do it, he searched the feelings in his body.  Yeah, he could pee.  Absolutely.  The question was, could he do it in front of her?  But what choice did he have?  None!  Standing right in front of her, he pushed and forced himself to start peeing in his diaper.  Once it started though, it was nothing but a miserable experience.  He moved around a little, trying hard to make it better, but no matter what, he simply got wet inside his diaper.  Very wet.  He felt like crying before it was all over.

Olivia smiled.  Making him wet himself in front of her had been amusing.  She’d have to remember to do that again.  But now that he was wet…  “Now that you’ve proved what a big baby you are, get over here and get busy.  Has Billy had you do any women yet?”

“Uh…not Billy.”

“Tom?”

“Uh…no.”

“So you’ve never done a woman?”

“Uh…”

“Out with it!  Who?”

“Um…my mom wanted to kind of…prepare me.”

Olivia burst out laughing.  “Your own mother made you lick her out.  That’s precious!  Now get your ass over here and get busy.  Let’s see if your mother actually managed to teach you anything, although I’m betting she didn’t teach you a damn thing!”

Chris hurried over and knelt down in front of Olivia.  He didn’t know why, but this woman scared him even more than the judge.  He wasn’t sure if she scared him more than the sheriff or not.  All he knew was that she was someone who made him very nervous.

It was different doing a woman instead of a man.  Much different.  Instead of having something stuck in his mouth, he had to use his tongue to stick part of himself up into her.  In a way, it was all backwards.  She tasted different too than any of the men he did.  They just tasted gross, mostly like they never took a bath.  But like his mother, Olivia was soon all wet inside and that moisture kept running right into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it often.  There was another big difference between doing a man and her.  It was easier to tell when a man was done.  With her, she just seemed to keep wanting more and more.  He was getting a lot more tired working on her than he got working on anyone else.

Olivia sat there and let him bring her to three orgasms.  That was far better than she ever got from her husband.  With him, she was lucky if she ever got one…when the few times came around that they actually had sex together, so this was pure decadence as far as she was concerned.  And as far as she was concerned, she deserved every bit of it.  After coming down from her third orgasm, she finally shoved his head away from her.  “Enough!  For now,” she told him.  “You need work!  Hopefully, by next time, you’ll be better at it.”  He had actually been fairly wonderful, but he didn’t need to know that.  His entire face was an absolute mess.  “Clean yourself up and redo your makeup,” she ordered.

Chris grabbed his small mirror and his lipstick, but after looking at his face, he put the lipstick back.  His face looked almost as much of a mess as it felt like it was.  He used the makeup remover to wipe everything off.  Finally, he redid his lipstick while Olivia Bastion watched him.

“Your eyes need redoing,” she told him.

“I don’t have any of that makeup,” he told her.

“You what?”

“I don’t.  My mom does it for me.”

“Well she better start teaching you to do it yourself.  Soon!”

“I think she already is,” he replied.

“How’s that?”

“She made me do my own eyeshadow this morning.”

Olivia let out a laugh.  “Eyeshadow.  The easiest thing in the bunch.  When you get home tonight, you better tell her to teach you all of it, and fast!  Next time I won’t be so easy on you for it.”  She thought about something.  “In fact, maybe I shouldn’t be so easy on you about it this time.  The judge’s order specified makeup, and if I remember, it specifically said eye makeup as well as lipstick.  So as I see it, since you don’t have any with you right now, and you don’t even know how to put it on, then you’re breaking the law.”

Chris was suddenly scared out of his wits.  “I’m sorry!” he begged.  “My mom didn’t give me any.  I didn’t need any yesterday, so we didn’t know.”

“Tough!” Olivia said.  “Now get out of here before I decide to make a real issue out of it.  And get your mother to teach you.  As I see it, she didn’t raise you right before, and she’s still not capable of doing it.”

Chris hurried from the room as fast as he could.  He didn’t just leave her office, he went all the way out of the house and sat in the sheriff’s truck.

It was another ten minutes before the sheriff came back.  “What happened in there?” the sheriff asked.

“Guess!” Chris muttered angrily.

The sheriff laughed.

Once again, instead of driving Chris back to school, the sheriff drove him out to the bridge.  There was a different deputy there this time, but like the last one, he too was parked on the town side of the bridge.  Were they all too lazy to drive across the thing?  Or was it dangerous to drive across it?  The sheriff had mentioned that they had to be careful about that.

Without a word, he soon found himself kneeling down taking care of the deputy as he stood right next to his truck.  Chris was wondering if this was going to be a daily occurrence now.  First the judge and his wife, then do one of the deputies out by the bridge.

He had just finished with the deputy and was fixing his lipstick when he noticed both men’s attention being caught by something.  He turned and saw a van from the satellite TV company approaching the bridge from the other side.  He watched as the van slowed way down as it came all the way across.  By the time it got to the other side, the deputy had pulled a clipboard out of his truck and went to talk to the driver.  It was clear even to Chris that the deputy and the van driver knew each other.  A minute later, the deputy came back and moved his truck out of the way so the van could get through.  In seconds, the van disappeared into the trees on its way into town.  Chris wondered who was having trouble with their TV, or who might be getting TV service.

“Chris!  Back in the truck!” the sheriff ordered.

On the way back to town, the sheriff asked, “Do you need your diaper changed again?”

“Yes.  If I can.  The judge’s wife wanted my mom to fix my makeup for me too.”

The sheriff nodded but said nothing.  A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of the bank and let Chris out.  “Get your business taken care of as quick as you can, then get back over to the school.  If I call over there and find out you’re not there yet, trust me, there’ll be hell to pay.  Now hurry your ass up!”

Chris ran for the door to the bank.  A minute later, he was inside, watching as the sheriff drove off towards his office.

“Chris!” Tess shouted as she ran to her son.  She quickly enveloped him in a tight hug.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Mom.  The sheriff just gave me a quick break to get my diaper changed and my makeup redone.  But he’s going to call the school soon and make sure I get back there as quick as possible.”

Tess stared at him for a moment, now noticing how messed up his makeup was.  She turned her head.  “Hugh!  I’ve got to run home for a few minutes.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.”  Without bothering to find her coat, she grabbed Chris’s hand and ran all the way home with him.

 

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Miranda stared at her notebook.  She wasn’t having much success at all.  Everything she had tried to find on the internet, didn’t seem to be there…much.  She found a few small clues, but that was it.  She couldn’t even find any hints for someplace she could go to for more information.  She finally decided she was going to have to figure it all out by herself.

So how?  What could they do?  She had a few tiny bits of clues from the internet, but nothing more to work with.  She was so focused on it, that she didn’t even bother with lunch.  In fact, she didn’t even think about lunch.

 

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By midafternoon, Chris had sucked off Billy’s other two friends, Tony and Chet.  Each time Billy had dragged him from the end of one class into the boy’s room to do it, and each time Chris had to slip into his next class where he automatically sat in the back now and didn’t bother to listen to what was going on.  All he could think about now was what was going to happen next…and the fact that the judge’s wife was mad at him for not having any eye makeup.  As soon as school was over, Billy dragged Chris to two different male teachers and made him suck each of them off.  Finally, Billy stuck his cock into Chris’s mouth himself one more time before sending Chris home with the warning to be ready in case anyone called for him.

By the time Chris got to his locker to get his coat, he opened it, then collapsed into a sitting position on the floor where he stared blankly into it.  This wasn’t life.  This was death.  He’d much rather the sheriff had put a bullet into his brain than go through this every day.  He would try to do something, force the issue, make the sheriff shoot him, if not for one thing and one thing only.  His mother.  He had to protect her.  He knew she was going almost as crazy as he was over his situation.  But he couldn’t let them kill her.  He couldn’t!

“Chris!”

Chris turned and saw Principal Pomeroy heading for him.

“Are you alright?”

“Do I look alright?”

“Are you hurt?”

“In my soul.”

“Yeah.  I believe that,” Pomeroy replied.

“What am I going to do?” Chris asked.

“I don’t know,” Pomeroy admitted.

“I’m to the point now where I already want the sheriff to shoot me, but I can’t.”

“I have no doubt it’s that bad.  And as bad as it is, I wouldn’t want to die either.”

“No!  I do want to die.  But if I don’t do what they want, they’ll kill my mother.  All I keep picturing is when the sheriff held his big knife against her neck, and I saw the blood start flowing.”

Pomeroy was shocked.  “He did that?”

“Yes!  Why do you think I’m trying so hard to do everything they want?  I don’t dare give them any trouble at all!”

“No.  Of course not,” Pomeroy replied.

“What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know Chris.  Now, I really don’t know.  I didn’t know they threatened your mother too.”

Chris took a breath, then climbed to his feet.  “I better get home,” he said.  “Billy warned me to be there and ready in case anyone called for me.”

Pomeroy said nothing.  He watched as Chris put his coat, hat, and mittens on.  Then he put his arm around the boy as he walked him to the door of the school.  “Good luck, Chris,” he told him.

Chris didn’t answer.  With his head down, he crossed the expanse of snow covered green, heading back towards the tiny little house he and his mother called home.

 

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