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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 7

   "Isn't that better?", she smiled patiently, straightening up and again
reaching for something under the bed while John struggled, swearing at her.
"We should be finished with this first lesson in about three minutes". 
With that her left hand came up into view holding a very large steel 'A'
clamp.  Seeing the sharp teeth on the dull steel jaws froze John's words in
his throat, and with that hesitation she flexed open the jaws and with her
right hand grabbed a generous portion of his inner thigh through his jeans
and slipped the clamp onto it.  John screamed with the bolt of pain, his
back arching against the restraints, his throat suddenly hoarse with effort
and tears began welling in his eyes.  The pain lanced up his thigh into his
groin and tortured back muscles, his jaws a rictus of agony while his
screams bounced off the walls.  ''Pleeeeeeeease........aaaaaaaah!", he
begged through clenched teeth, "Taaaake it offfffff.....  pleeeeease", as
his legs and arms struggled helplessly against his restraints, his hands
trying desperately to reach the clamp.  Delores held his head back firmly,
stroking his brow and making gentle soothing noises as his body quivered
under her hands and chest.

   '' Go ahead and cry, no one can hear you, it's just you and me", she
said quietly over his harsh pleading and moans.  Looking at her watch she
stroked his brow softly, "Just another two and a half minutes, then we'll
start again, OK?"

   "I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet....take it off, take it
off.....", he panted, moaning steadily, pleading, the sweat beading his
brow and upper lip, "Just take it off, pleeeeease", he begged, tears
starting to stream down his face.

   "No dear, I'm sorry", she said, shaking her head sadly, "This is your
punishment and it's going to last the full three minutes, just as I
promised".  Taking his jaw in her hands she forced his bloodshot eyes onto
her face.

   "Do you think you can listen and obey without talking after this?", she
asked quietly, feeling him struggle beneath her.

   ''Ahhhhhhh....nngggggh....", John grunted, teeth clenched and now crying
openly.  Again he pleaded, looking up at Delores, begging hoarsely,
"Pleeease, pleeeease take it off".

   "I'll tell you what", she said, holding his eyes to hers, "Give me the
next thirty seconds of complete silence and I'll take it off, OK?'' She
looked down at him, waiting.  John quickly nodded yes, yes......, his face
pale and open to her desperate to do anything to get that awful clamp off
his thigh.  Stroking his face gently she unclipped his back and bringing
his head up to her chest, cradled him against her warm bosom, the scent of
her filling his nose, now buried in soft cleavage.  "Gooood boy, you're
learning so fast, we should be able to get through the next six months just
fine" she smiled, feeling a small jolt of his shock at this bit of
information.

   ''mmff.........", he started, but held his tongue.  Good, she thought,
he's beginning to learn.  A moments silence from Delores held him
paralyzed, fearful of her decision.  "I'll let that one go.....just fifteen
more seconds......." she consoled him, rocking gently.  Panting into the
soft swell of her chest with the effort not to make a sound they seemed
wound together almost as lovers in an intimate embrace, his tears dampening
her blouse.

   "Times' up" she whispered, pulling his head back to look at his tear
streaked face.  "No words, all right?  Or the clamp goes back on, this time
for four minutes, hmm?" He nodded as she lay him back down onto the
mattress, keeping her eyes locked with his while releasing the clamp.  John
gave an involuntary shout at the sudden hot flush of pain in his thigh with
the returning blood.  He looked at her anxiously.

   "No more, no more, don't worry little one" she soothed, "There will be a
little bleeding but we'll make sure it doesn't stain your bed sheets or
jammies".

   "?" John wondered, the pain receding, his thoughts coming back to her
recent words, Six months?.  He almost spoke his sudden panic, the words
actually in his throat.  Delores watched closely, both hands on his chest,
waiting, her eyes steady on his.  John saw no sign of any empathy, only a
stern smile.  He paused, let out a sigh, resigned momentarily to avoiding
any more pain at any cost.  I'll have to wait for my moment...... 
"Thaaaat's better", she coached, "Now lift up your bottom..."

   Chapter 8

   John hesitated as their eyes remained locked, hers unblinking, a slight
smile still on her face.  There was no threat, no trace of anger.  John
held still a moment longer.

   "We can punish..........  again......", she said, raising an eyebrow
slightly, her smile fading.  With that threat John's backside lifted slowly
off the mattress as her smile widened with approval, hands quickly reaching
over him to grab both sides of his jeans and start tugging them down over
his hips.  His underwear started to come with them, exposing his lower
belly and the tops of his hips before he plopped his butt back down in
shock.

   "Keep that bottom up sweetie", she prompted, using his confusion to
reveal another two inches of exposed skin, his sparse pubic hair now
peeking over his boxers.

   '' C'mon now, don't make this too much work, we don't have all day and
there's lots to do", she said firmly, quietly continuing to strip the bound
man.  His pants and underwear were now bunched around his thighs, the
binding on his crossed legs preventing their complete removal.  His penis
and scrotum were limp and pressed up close to his body at the recent pain
and sudden exposure, the pale skin around his groin damp with sweat. 
Embarrassed, his face flushed and his eyes turned away.

   ''No, no, little man, eyes on me".  she prompted, turning his head back
to face her.  "We're going to finish removing these clothes and get you
into something something a bit more comfortable." she said, reaching into a
drawer below his bed.  Showing John the surgical shears first, she quickly
cut through both sides of his jeans and boxers, tossing them on the floor.

   "Mmmph", John started, again both of them freezing for a moment while
his fate was decided.

   "That's the last one, promise?", she said, frowning slightly, "I really
think I've been too lenient...." John shook his head No rapidly, hoping for
mercy, a sudden tear rolling down one side of his face.  Delores smiled
softly at his earnest face.

   "You can be so sweet when you're sincere", she said, tickling her
fingers across his belly, "OK for this time, but remember...." John nodded
slowly, relaxing into her hands now cupped under him.

   "Good, now lift up once more....'' John heard rustling as she slipped a
large adult diaper under him, placing one hand on his lower belly, and
guiding him back down onto the diaper.  She again leaned over his naked
waist and straightened the diaper on both sides of his hips.  John was too
confused to struggle, the recent pain and the hidden threat behind the ever
present smile confusing him enough to let her keep control.  He was
sweating profusely now, the torment of being hurt and then stripped naked
by this stranger, a woman no less, was wreaking havoc with his emotions. 
She deftly swept a small amount of baby powder onto his belly and pubic
hair, taking her hand and slowly smoothing it into his skin and inner
thighs, avoiding the angry welt, all the time watching him to gauge his
reaction.  His face was fiery red, agonized with the conflict of this
intimate violation and the unexpected pleasure of her hand touching him so
gently.  Continuing with her caresses she slowly sprinkled more powder onto
his balls and cock, using her fingertips to massage powder into every fold,
the back of her hand hefting his relaxed scrotum out of the way and coaxing
the soft powder under them and down onto his perineum where her fingers
pushed steadily lower.  He flinched, clenching his buttocks together in a
reflex that caused her to frown.

   ''Relax please....", she said firmly, her hands paused at that last
boundary, insisting.  She again held his eyes, bending his will to hers and
slowly she felt his muscles relax, allowing the progress of two of her
fingers.  Feeling him quiver beneath her caresses, she sprinkled a bit more
powder onto her cupped hand, letting it trickle down onto her fingertips
and expertly prodded his cheeks apart, coating them, pushing further across
his now exposed rosebud.  Brushing the tips of her index and middle fingers
back and forth, she worked the powder into and around his anus, causing
John to gasp at the invasion, blushing furiously.  His hips tried to pull
away but her hand and fingers followed his every move.  She saw the slow
lurch of arousal of his testicles, his scrotum slowly contracting to
gradually draw up close to his body, his penis now thickening and rolling
across his pubic hair.  Judging his response, she lifted her hands from
their caress, seeing a momentary flicker of disappointment cross his face.
'How quickly they come around', she mused, taking his penis and tucking the
thickened member down between his legs while pulling up the center of the
diaper and snugging it firmly up against his groin.  Bringing the tabs on
the sides of the diaper up, she stretched them across the front panel,
grabbing the bulky diaper in a firm grip, making a tight seal against his
belly, the bulge of his cock and the thick padding now apparent between his
legs.  Running her fingers around the edges she made sure the fit was snug
and flat against his skin.  "Isn't that comfy?" she asked, confident John
would remain silent with the shock of being diapered.  John lay still,
overcome with embarrassment and fear, not understanding his arousal or her
actions that led to him being diapered.  Nothing made sense, but his dread
of further punishment was greater than any urge to speak, so he found
himself unable to do anything other than to lay back and let the nurse have
her way with him.  He was still on the edge of panic though, and Delores
sensed this with her hand on his chest, feeling the thud of rapid
heartbeats under her palm.

   "One more time please, '' she said, urging him off the mattress with a
small push of her hand under his bottom.  This time he lifted immediately,
her smile a gentle encouragement that gave him a wash of relief.  The
crinkling sound of plastic caught his attention as a pair of pink plastic
panties were slid under him and the snaps bought up between his legs and
sides.  The soft edges were thick against his legs and waist and as she
pressed the snaps together he could feel the trapped heat in his crotch
beginning to grow.  His groin, smooth with powder slid easily in its snug
cloth folds and the diaper slid smoothly over the plastic.

   "Don't want any leaks the first night do we?", Delores cooed, widening
his eyes in alarm as she rubbed the thick padding between his legs, "Let's
see about getting you fed, shall we?".  She busied herself out of his view
for a few moments, the sound of cabinet drawers and water running telling
him only that she was making something.  The whir and quiet ding of a
microwave made him stir, causing his diaper to rustle with the movement. 
Trying to look around to see but still pinned down firmly, he waited.

   Ch 9:

   "Here we are, just the right temperature", she smiled, looking down at
him and bringing the plastic bottle into view.  Clinging to it's nipple was
a cloudy white drop which quivered and dropped onto his cheek.  She wiped
it off with the tip of her finger and quickly brushed it across his lips.
He lurched his head back in disbelief, not willing to let her put that
nipple anywhere near his mouth, the sweet taste of infant formula causing
him to shudder and his heart began racing with fear.  'No, noooo, not that,
please no....' He turned his head from side to side, trying to avoid the
nipple she was holding to his mouth.  Smiling at his reaction she leaned
forward and reaching under his neck, cradled his head with her right arm,
lifting it up slightly and bringing the two of them closer together.  She
tipped the bottle towards his mouth, brushing it across his cheek in that
most ancient of gestures, the warm nipple making him flinch as if it were
scalding hot, but his head was trapped between her shoulder and right
breast and her arm firmly bought his head back, closer.

   "You will eat", she said gently, " And I don't really want to punish you
but I will if I have to.'' With that admonishment she gently slipped the
warm nipple between his lips, the first few drops of formula sliding
between the gaps in his teeth, flooding his tongue with sweetness, his
saliva glands cringing with the sudden flavor.  Their eyes met again, his
suddenly tearing up again with the impossibility of it.  He started to moan
deep in his throat.

   She cradled his head, slowly urging his teeth apart, keeping her eyes on
his, again pressing her will onto him, their faces so close now that her
breath stirred the hairs on his forehead.  "Please, do this now little one,
let's get you fed before it's too late", she coaxed, insisting with another
firm push of the bottle.  The room was perfectly still but for the sound of
his ragged breathing.  Slowly his jaws relaxed, letting the nipple slip
between his teeth, the formula now flowing into the back of his throat
causing him to swallow, his face glistening with tears that poured slowly
from his eyes, now wide with shock.  His chest heaved, the knot of tension
there almost unbearable, painfully aware of the forced intimacy he was
trapped in and aware of other feelings trying to rise up within him.

   "Push up with your tongue,''she prompted, ''You need to learn how to
nurse properly.'' His tongue pushed the nipple up against the roof of his
palate, drawing a strong jet of milk into his mouth, forcing him to swallow
the thick sweet milk.  A small cry escaped from his loosening throat as he
continued to suck and swallow.

   Watching him struggle she held him close, patiently holding the bottle
for him as his lips and tongue nursed on the soft rubber nipple.  He
swallowed and almost choked, causing him to swallow some air.  She held him
closer, raising his head slightly, against her chest, and started an almost
imperceptible rocking while he nursed.  Her breast was warm against his
face, the starched buttons pressing his cheek and the soft sound of her
heart pulsing against his temple.  He swallowed again, drawing more formula
into his mouth, the warmth growing in his face, his throat and his stomach.
He heaved with a deep breath, letting it out between swallows, slowly
relaxing further as he drained the bottle.  They rocked together, quietly,
until the sudden sound of air drawn through the nipple made them stop.

   "Two more to go", she whispered, bringing the second bottle to his lips
before he could protest.  He refused the nipple, causing her to react,
again with a frown.  "I thought we came to an understanding, but apparently
not." she sighed.  Alarmed at her reaction his lips quickly reached for the
nipple but she pulled it away just out of his reach.

   "There will have to be a punishment for that,'' she said quietly,
staring at his face, making him pale, "All you can do now is to determine
how long it will be for." She watched him strain forward for the bottle
again, his fear impressing her at how quickly his attitude had changed.

   "Take this bottle now,'' she said, firmly pushing the nipple back into
his mouth, "Take the next bottle immediately after and I'll consider making
the punishment much less severe".  Tears starting to flow down his cheeks,
unable to believe he would have to endure such intense pain again.  He
looked up at her, begging with his eyes, hoping she would soften.

   "No, no, my little one, I'm sorry", she said softly as she rocked him
back into her chest, "I'll be more gentle, but I won't go back on my word.
This is just the first of many lessons you need to learn.  Let's finish
those bottles, shall we?'' John groaned, going limp with resignation.  She
smiled, gently dabbing at his tears with a spare cloth diaper as he slowly
sucked down the second bottle.