by River Belle
There was the normal mix of summertime holiday makers, slightly too-drunk men and harlots in low-cut dresses, drinking white-wine spritzers and sherry cobblers. I also smelled the tell-tale scent of gin on the air, and knew that this wretched drink was available here. I felt supremely relaxed, and ordered another wine. My mind started to float away toward the ceiling, as I started to chat to whoever was nearby. A group of young holiday-makers took me under their wing, and we all started to buy beers and gins for each other. There was a particularly good-looking man who was part of the crew, and I’m sure that at one point he’d had his hand on my bottom and was squeezing it, I just couldn’t tell, but I sure did like the look of him.
Soon, I was so drunk that I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing. As evening turned into night, and my drinking companions came and went, I became more and more certain that I’d finally grown up. All I needed to do was to spend some time with myself and realise that I was a woman, not a girl! Before I knew what was happening, it was closing time, and the barman, who’d seemed so friendly up ‘til now, was all of a sudden very keen that I leave.
‘Come on, my good man, one more for the road,’ I slurred to him, my arms collapsing around his neck in an embrace of camaraderie.
‘I think you’ve had enough, miss,’ he replied, leading me out to the road.
When I got outside, a sobering thought hit me. I had no idea how to get home.
Chapter 16
I don’t know how long I wondered the dry, hot streets that night. The world span around me as I desperately trawled the roads, trying to find some landmark that I recognized. This was the drunkest I’d ever been, and the feeling was so alien that an odd feeling of fear began to creep into my alcohol-addled brain.
Eventually, I found a road that I recognised: the long, dusty track back up to the country house. I started to stumble down it, and after half an hour of uncertain walking, I found myself outside my temporary home. Filled with relief at finally being home, I walked up to the house. It was late, and all of the lights were off. Obviously, Albert had gone to sleep hours ago.
I got my key out and unlocked the front door, as quietly as I could. I tiptoed through the entrance hall, lifting up my now dirty skirts, and towards my room. I didn’t know where in the house Albert slept, so there was no particular area that I was trying to avoid. One thing I learned that night is that the drunker you are, the less you should try to be sneaky. My footsteps were so unsure that I was making a huge amount of noise with every one. Then, to add insult to injury, I caught my back foot on the lip of the rug in the entranceway.
I crashed pathetically to the floor, making a dull thumping noise. From behind me, I heard a little shriek, and I turned round just as the light was turned on. Albert was standing there, holding an iron poker from the fire, over his head, as if to strike.
‘Clara! It’s you!’ He looked shaken. That’s when I noticed that he was totally and utterly naked. His body was as beautiful as I’d imagined, tanned and tight, muscular and lean. He had small, dark, curling hairs around his stomach and on his chest, and I could see the toned power in his legs. And there, beneath his legs, hung the most beautiful, thick manhood I’d ever seen. It swung heavy and swung a little from side to side, before he dropped the poker and covered himself with his hand. I felt the lurch of drunken lust pulse around me.
‘My good lord,’ I drawled.
‘You stupid girl!’ He shouted, ‘I could have smashed you over the head, dashed your brains out! I thought that you were a burglar!’
‘Sorry,’ I said, grinning, and giggling.
‘And you’re intoxicated? Again?’
I nodded slowly. It took a huge amount of effort to raise my head back up to look at him again. I must have looked totally idiotic, sprawled out like that, my foot still trailing, caught under the heavy rug. Albert bent down and put his arms underneath my shoulders. I felt an amazing thrill to pressed up against his body like this, and I’m sure that I could feel the shape of his meat against my leg, pushing hard into me.
‘I can’t believe I’m having to do this two nights in a row. You are even more of a baby than your father told me.’
He helped me to my feet, and guided me into my bedroom. I could feel the heat from his body, and being this close to him was driving me crazy. I wanted him so badly, but there was absolutely no way he was interested in me. The only reason I was even thinking this way was because of the copious quantities of alcohol I’d consumed.
But I could help but imagine what it would be like to grab hold of his body, to kiss that red mouth, to slip his cock between the dripping lips of my sweet pussy.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea rise inside me. I made a terrible, groaning sound, and tried to indicate shamefully what was about to happen. Albert, getting the picture, rushed me through into the bathroom. I planted my head down the toilet bowl, and began to evacuate my stomach. Amazingly, rather than leave me, Albert started to gently stroke my hair.
‘Silly baby, drinking too much,’ he said, ‘let daddy take care of baby. I’ll make it all better.’ He kissed my head and waited with me.
When I’d finished, he helped me up.
‘I’m so sorry,’ I slurred.
‘Don’t worry, baby, it’s all part of growing up.’
He made sure I didn’t stumble and took me to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed. Something about the bed didn’t feel right. It was almost as if the sheets clung to me a little. I was so drunk and tired though, that I buried myself under the fresh duvet, and was asleep in no time.
Chapter 17
It was still dark when I woke, and I was uncomfortable. The booze had just about worn off, and I sat up, looking at the ticking grandfather clock to check the time. Half past three in the morning. Ugh. I felt revolting. As I moved back down from my seated position e, I felt the sheets around my body crinkle. What on earth? I reached out to the lamp on the bedside table, and lit the wick with my tinderbox to get a better look at the bed.
Waxed sheets. Albert, that maniac, had given me waxed sheets! The sort of thing you’d find in a sanatorium! What did he think he was doing? First he tried to make me wear a nappy, and then, when it was clear that I didn’t want to do it, he put waxed sheets on my bed without telling me. Unbelievable. The sheets felt so clammy and uncomfortable around me. It felt as though my entire body was wrapped in a waterproof jacket, straight against my skin. I couldn’t ever remember being as uncomfortable as this. And the thought that he didn’t think I could be trusted to go one night without wetting the bed! I felt so ashamed.
Well, I wasn’t going to sleep in waxed sheets. There was no chance of that. I slid out from between the sheets and lay down on the floor next to the bed, and closed my eyes.
I lay there for twenty minutes or so, struggling to get back to sleep, but realised that I wasn’t going to manage it. A horrible feeling of pressure began to build in my bladder, and even though I was exhausted and still a little drunk, I couldn’t ignore it. I was going to have to go to the toilet. I stood up, and put the light on. This room had an en-suite bathroom, so I lumbered over to the door.
It was locked. What on earth? Who builds a bathroom door that can be locked from the outside? That doesn’t make any sense at all. Albert must have done it for some reason.
Oh god. A horrible thought began to form in my mind. Albert wouldn’t have done this… on purpose, would he? No, that would be crazy. There was probably just something wrong with the bathroom, and he’d locked it so that I couldn’t use it and make it worse somehow. I’d just have to use the house’s main bedroom. Inconvenient, but not so bad.
I made my way out of my room, mercifully able to remain a little more quiet this time. I could feel the pressure in my bladder increasing. I tried to remember the last time I’d visited a water closet. It was many hours ago, just after I’d started drinking. There must have been many, many wine’s worth of pee inside me, bursting to get out. I climbed the stairs t
The house only had two bathrooms and they were both locked? Albert had to have done this on purpose, there was no way that there could have been a problem with both toilets at the same time, it was just utterly inconceivable. I felt a sudden pang of pressure in my groin and I felt my face contort in discomfort. I pushed my legs together, and my knees started to knock. Sweet baby Jesus! Wetting yourself while you’re asleep is one thing, but losing control while I was awake was something I’d never done! I started to panic. I’d have to go outside, it was the only thing for it.
Running now, and all thoughts of being quiet long forgotten, I hurried to the front door, almost falling down the stairs in my manic rush. Finally, I’d be able to empty my bladder and sleep in peace. I pressed my hand against the handle of the front door and pushed down.
It didn’t move. I pushed harder, searching for a key, a lock, anything I could do to get out. There was nothing. The realisation of my situation hit me full force. I was in a house with a mad man. He had wanted me to wet my bed again tonight, and get sticky and uncomfortable in waxed sheets. Suddenly, the pressure in my bladder reached a new level of discomfort. Utterly humiliated, and panicking like crazy, I slumped against the front door, and gave in.
The warm, acrid stinking piss flowed freely from my bladder, straight into my undergarments, soaking through into my nightie. I felt it spread out in my clothes and I felt horrible. This time, there was no stopping the tears. They ran down my cheeks, making my face totally slick with them. The piss continued to pour from me, forming a huge damp patch underneath my body. There I was, a fully grown woman, curled up like a baby on the carpet, pissing everywhere.
‘Oh baby,’ I heard Albert’s voice from the top of the staircase, ‘you have been very, very naughty. Time for papaa to really take control of the situation.’ He stood at the top, now naked except for a small pair of tight black briefs. The outline of his massive cock was obvious.
I felt utterly broken, and I’d never felt less like a grown-up in my whole life. Albert had total power over me.
‘Come with papaa,’ he beckoned toward me, ‘I’ll make everything better.’
Chapter 18
We were heading into a part of the house I’d never been to before. Turning left from the entrance and down another small flight of stairs, Albert led me through a strange dark passage. Ahead of us was a door, unlike the others in the house. As we approached the room, an unfamiliar scent wafted through me. Written on the door in large, bright blue letters were the words Clara’s Nursery.
Albert pushed the door open.
The first thing that I noticed was the smell. It had been strong in the corridor, but now I was in the room,it totally took control of my brain, almost like an air-borne intoxicant. I closed my eyes and took in the scent. It was such a soft smell, peculiar yet totally familiar. Suddenly, I worked it out - it was talcum powder. And something else, something like milk or cream and sugar, sweetness. It was a heady, rich feeling, letting the aroma wash over me.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked around the room. It was quite small, but lavishly decorated as a child’s playroom. The walls were a soft pink colour, and the paint looked as though it had been lovingly dabbed on with a brush, leaving a beautiful dappled effect. Around the top of the walls was a frieze, covered in beautifully drawn animals from all over the globe, who looked happy and content. The carpet was thick and pastel peach colour. In the middle of the room was a… giant crib? It was painted white and I could see the soft mattress inside, trapped within huge wooden bars.
In the corner of the room was a large, white plastic chest, which had ‘Baby’s Toys’ written on it in large pink letters. There were thick blinds down over the window, which is why I’d never seen in from the outside, and a little white chest of drawers stood in the corner.
‘This is where you’re going to stay from now on, Little Clara. You’re going to be entertained and looked after very well,’ said Albert. ‘I’m going to feed you special food and service whatever other needs you might have. I’ll be a very skillful Father for you, Clara.’
I was totally dumbfounded, utterly shocked, and weirdly captivated by what I was seeing. The plot that had been woven by Albert and my father; to tempt me here for a birthday present, to make me wet myself, to get me in a nappy, was so perverse, so twisted, and so peculiar, that I couldn’t quite believe it. But the thing that I was finding hardest to understand, the thing that was making me feel so incredibly unsettled, more than any other part of this outrageous situation, the thing that made my heart beat and pound like a demented cannon in my chest, was the fact that I had started to find the situation extremely arousing. I could feel my private part pulsing in my underwear, somehow activated by the perverse power that Albert had over me, power that my father had given him.
I looked up at my new papa, with piss soaked into my clothes, shaking lightly, exhausted, but mostly now just aroused. Not knowing how else to show him that I wanted this to carry on, I lifted my right hand, and placed my thumb in mouth, before starting to suck.
I saw Albert’s eyebrows rise up with delight.
‘Good girl,’ he said, tenderly, ‘now let papa get you out of those filthy clothes.’
Chapter 19
Was this really happening? Was I really letting this happen? Did I really want this to happen? My whole short life, I’d felt as though something was missing, and suddenly, in this room with Albert, it felt like something had clicked into place. It felt so right.
‘Come on baby, lie down on papa’s changing mat,’ Albert cooed at me, gesturing toward a large waxed mat, covered in little pictures of rainbows and butterflies. Something stirred in me, something like a half-forgotten memory, a badly stored chunk of experience, something that I couldn’t quite grasp.
I walked onto the mat and lay down, just like Albert wanted me to. He was still wearing his underwear, and I couldn’t help but flick my gaze to him every few seconds. He had the most incredible body I’d ever seen in real life; svelte, lean, but manly and shapely at the same time. His dick bounced lightly in his underwear as he took each step.
The mat was almost sticky, and reminded me of the waxed sheets that I’d slipped into a few minutes ago. My panties were becoming more and more cold, as the piss chilled against the early-morning sky. As I lay down, I left a large damp patch on the sheet below me. I can’t quite describe exactly how vulnerable but happy I felt at the moment. I knew how well Albert was going to look after me.
He walked over and leaned over me. I could smell his musk as he started to undo my pants, it was cool and clear, and it smelled of the ocean. There was something else too, some exotic spice, frankincense or cinnamon. I felt his expert fingers on my nightie and then, with a smooth, practiced motion, he tugged my skirt up.
‘Oooh, baby is such a beautiful girl,’ he purred as he eyed my sodden underwear. The large, semi-erect shape of his penis pulsed beneath the thin layer of fabric. I squirmed around a little and then, with a hungry look, Albert hooked his fingers under the strap of my waist and slowly pulled my underwear down. My pussy felt like it was on fire with passion. A new type of wetness, warm and heady, poured from me, as I saw Albert hungrily eyeing my sex. I eagerly pulled my nightie off, releasing my large young breasts, feeling their weight against my chest. Now, fully naked, I was eager and waiting to touch Albert’s body, eventually to plunge his manhood into my hot pussy.
When I caught his gaze however, he did not look aroused, he looked stern and even a little bit angry.
‘Baby! What do you think you are doing? Babies can’t undress themselves, that’s what papa is for. Do you think that I want to look after a grown-up? I certainly do not. I’m afraid that you’re going to have to be punished for being so naughty.’ With a cruel look, Albert took hold of an arm and a leg, and, using a kind of strength I wouldn’t have thought he had, he flipped me over so that I was on my stomach, with my bottom pointing straight up into the air. My pussy pushed hard against the waxy plastic sheet underneath me and I sighed in pleasure as I felt a warm hand run over my bare behind.
‘Now baby, you must learn that every time you do something that a baby wouldn’t do from now, you’re going to be punished. And every time you do it, the punishment will get worse. Do you understand?’
Not wanting to get into worse trouble, I thought that it was best that I didn’t say anything, so I just burbled in agreement and nodded my head.
‘Good girl. Now, time for your punishment. This is going to hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you.’ I felt him stroke my behind one more time, before lifting his hand up above me, and bringing it down with a ringing slap against my buttocks. It hurt a lot! I hadn’t been slapped in as long as I could remember, maybe never, and I hadn’t prepared myself for the sting of his hand against me. The sensation of pain dissipated through my body, leaving little cold waves of feeling that ebbed powerfully around my chest, my groin. I felt so powerless, and so humiliated, like I truly was a little baby, a little piece of nothing under his powerful hand.
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