Tom Visits the Mansion By: Zac Goldstein NOTE: The following is a work of fiction involving diaper wearing and discipline. It also contains profanity, vulgarity and some acts which may appear excessively cruel. If you are offended, do not read. Introduction This story is taken from a larger story (some would say a novel) in progress entitled "The Lives of Tom Morrow." Before you read this, it is a good idea to know something about Tom. He hails from South Boston, and is part of an impoverished family. He was abused by his father as a child, and has been bitter, mean troublesome, and vengeful ever since. However, he also knows how to survive and works hard to stay alive and make the best of his woeful environment. This excerpt takes place during Tom's 16th year. Tom has pretty much been up to his usual no-good antics all summer, and is about to take the next step. He and his friends are preparing a scheme for armed robbery. However, if Tom thinks he's in for good times and easy money, he's about to receive a very big surprise when he goes to stay with his rich Aunt........ Chapter 1 The soul of savagery hides beneath the mask of civility. I don't know who said that, but whoever he is, he's right. It was a lesson I'd learned bits and pieces of all my life and came to a stark realization with one summer. It was the same summer me and my posse were getting ready to rob the store. In fact, I was working on my escape plan when I received a piece of news that changed everything. "Tom," my mom called. "Come here, I have to talk to you." "Aright, just a sec." I walked past my sister's room....she was still asleep. Julie had been sick with the flue for the past few days. Too bad. At least she was out of my hair. My mom was waiting for me in out tiny kitchen. "I have some bad news," she said. "Your great Uncle Wendell, I don't think you've met him, has passed away." Damn, why couldn't she say died like a normal person. Instead, it's passed away or passed on or gone to a better place. Well anything would be better then this place. "That's too bad," I said, not sounding too insensitive. "Before he died, however, he asked that all his great nephews and nieces and grandchildren come visit him after the funeral." "After the funeral? I asked. "That don't make no fuckin' sense!" "Tom, watch your mouth." "Sorry. So what's the deal?" "Well, the funeral's tomorrow. You and I are both going, I hope Julie's feeling better. Then after that, I'm dropping you off at your aunt's house so you can stay for the weekend. Apparently, she's got some kind of big surprise planned for you and your cousins. Isn't that nice?" "Yeah, great," I said. "I gotta think about this." I walked outside and onto the porch. I took out a cigarette and smoked it while sitting down and thinking about what to do this weekend. My great aunt was probably some half blind crazy old bitch whose life was frozen in the 1930's and had nothing better to do then reminisce and yell things out. But, then again, on the other hand, she had to be well off if she could hold any family function. So I'll ignore her the whole time, and catch up on some R&R before the great heist. I just hoped my snobby punk ass cousins weren't around to patronize and pity me, otherwise I'd be very tempted to belt their sorry rich asses. While I was thinking this through, my best friend Ed O'Neil sat down next to me and stole one of my smokes. "Hey asshole," I said. "What is it, bitch?" "Sup?" "Nothin. You getting ready?" "I'm always ready. But I got a little distraction." "What's that?" "Well, my great old uncle Wendell finally kicked, I never knew the bastard. Anyway, after the funeral, it was in his will that I go up to his place and congregate with my preppy cousins for who the hell knows why." "So fuck that, don't go." "But there's a chance that they could be rich." "Rich?" "Yeah, rich. Anybody crazy enough to do something like that has to be. So I'll go there and chill in luxury for a little bit." "I don't know, rich people can be a real pain in the ass. You do one thing wrong, and they are all up in your face about it." "I'll chance it. Besides, my great aunt is probably too senile to do anything." "Bring me back some money, OK?" "Yeah, I'll get a gold bar so I can shove it up your ass." "So, how's Julie?" "Still sick." "Awe, isn't that to bad. That loud mouthed little cunt...." "Hey it's my sister." "I know, that's why I'm saying it." "Actually, that might be a problem. If she's sick, I might not be able to go." "I'll take care of her." "Good. You try raping her and I'll kill you." "Right on." We then broke out into laughter. That night I was thinking about a lot of things. Aside from sex, I also had a few concerns about the planned robbery on my mind. I didn't exactly trust that Adrian kid, and there was a good chance I'd get caught. Oh well, gotta take the chance. Also in the back of my mind I was thinking about the weekend. I was a little scary. I pictured myself standing over my great uncle's corpse and his hand reaches up and grabs me. He bellows in a deep voice," your mine, you naughty little boy." Yeah, like that's really gonna happen. Chapter 2 7:00 and my day sucked already. I regretted having to get up so early. And once I was up, the first thing my mom did was started to get on my case. "I made you some coffee. Do your chores, and get dressed cuz we don't have too much time to waste. And check on Julie for me." I poked my head into my sister's room. She was still asleep, and some of the color was back in her face. At least she wasn't bothering me today, and for that I was thankful. I then went into the kitchen and saw some coffee set out. Thanks, mom. I drank it, showered, and got dressed pretty damn quickly. I looked pretty slick wearing a suit. I also packed some stuff. "Hey Tom," called my sister. "What are you doing up?" "I'm better now," she said. She then began coughing a lot. "But not well enough." "Sorry you can't go," I said. "But it'll probably suck anyway. I don't plan to be doing much of anything." "I had a nightmare last night," she said. Normally I would have told her that she'd have another one if she looked in the mirror, but I had a feeling we had the same dream. "It was this dead guy reaching up and grabbing me." "Well ain't that weird," I said and walked out to the car. The ride to service took forever, as did the service itself. As my great uncle was on my dad's side (they were all rich assholes, my dad and his brother being the exception to disprove the rule), I saw very few people whom I got along with. This was going to be just fuckin' great, yeah. By the time we were done at the cemetery, I felt like shooting myself. I didn't want to offend anyone, but I'd have been happier if Uncle Wendell died in some far off South American prison and nobody heard about it. Bad thought I know, but he's probably at peace right now. After all, he got off easy not having to listen to his own funeral. At long last it was over, and my mom gave me a ride to my great Aunt Mildred's estate. The place was a fuckin' mansion! The house looked huge, it had a big pool, some phat iron gates around it, and some nice greenery, although I didn't care about the flowers. By the time we got there, Aunt Mildred was already inside waiting. "Well have fun," said my mom. "And behave." "Yeah," I said, then waved goodbye. I walked up the walkway and rang the doorbell. I half expected some snooty old English butler to open the door and ask what my business was here. Instead, it was a maid. "Ye most be Tom Morrow," she said. She had a bit of an accent, probably Scottish by the sound of it. "Tha missus is waiten for ye thataway." "Thanks." I entered a parlor and found my Aunt Mildred sitting down in a chair facing me. She didn't look as pathetic and decrepit as I thought she would be. She was old, but she still had signs of life. And she dressed pretty nicely. "Hi," I said. "Come here and give your aunt a hug," she said. It sounded more like a command then an act of love. I did so nonetheless, and she didn't seem quiet as cold. "The last I saw of you, you were about 2." Oh God, what's she going to do next, pinch my cheeks? "That was a long time ago. Look, your practically a man now. Old enough to do many things and get into all kind of mischief." More then you'd like to know. "I can tell you're a troublemaker just by the looks of you, but even a troublemaker can have a good heart. Let's see if you can stay out of trouble this weekend." "Yes ma'am," I said. "Quite polite, but you can't call me Aunt Millie if you want." I can call you Queen Asscrack too, but you wouldn't like that as much, would you? "All I ask of you are a few simple things: obey my rules and show me some respect. For while I am up there in years, I haven't lost my marbles yet. And I know you're just dying to get into my will." This lady wasn't as dumb as I thought. "Molly will show you to your room." "Come along, lad," said the maid. I followed her upstairs, and what I found was a mini apartment. Pretty nice, and a whole hell of a lot better then my own home. It had it's own bathroom too. "Ef ya be needin enythin, ya let me know." "OK." I said, hiding my excitement. This was paradise! Chapter 3 As I soon found out, even paradise was flawed. The place was like a museum. It had many rooms and corridors, which were off limits to me. It also had a lot of ugly-ass old paintings and virtually no electronic stuff. There was 1 small screen TV, and it belonged to my aunt for her use 'from time to time'. I could tell it wasn't much. Aunt Mildred was also pretty damn strict. She kept on telling me things until I thought my ears would fall off, but I remained calm. After all, her years were numbered. I retreated to my room and pulled out some of the stuff I had with me. I packed a copy of the robbery plan, but made sure it was well concealed. I also had my cell phone and gave a call to Ed. "Pick up, you dumb fuck," I spoke into the telephone. After a moment, there was a very scratchy voice. "Tom, how could you say that to your own mother?" "The last time I checked, my mom wasn't a loser named Ed O'Neil." "Damn, and I thought I sounded pretty good." "How's everything over there?" "Your mom's out shopping." "And my sister?" "Best sex I ever had." "Yeah, but she's probably had better. How is she?" "Almost back to her normal bitchy self." "Good." "You know, your mom still thinks I'm an OK person. Then again, I haven't done anything really bad to her face." "Yeah, you wouldn't be able to fool my aunt. She takes one look at me and thinks I'm the devil. And everything in her house is archaic, including her." "I'd just love to be there suffering with you..." "Suffering my ass, this place is a mansion. The room I got now is bigger then your entire house." "No shit." "I speak the truth. Look, I'll call later. And no peeps over at my house. One impromptu party, and my mom will be pissed at the both of us." "Later." "Peace out." Shortly after I hung up the phone, I heard Molly call, "ye'd bettah worsh up fa supper, yong sir." "OK." I wasn't looking to much forward to dinner. As far as I was concerned, no food beat fries and a hamburger. As I was walking down the long, winding staircase, I nearly tripped and fell the rest of the way down. At the foot of the stairs stood one of the hottest sluts my eyes would ever meet. And she looked rich, too! She was dressed in expensive clothes that still revealed quite a bit of her figure (and it was quit a figure, including those 36D or so tits), and her blond hair (you can just barely tell it had been dyed) rested comfortably on her shoulders. Maybe this won't be bad after all. "Hurry up, Thomas," called my aunt. Maybe, or then again maybe not. I strolled casually down the stairs and it was at that point when the woman spoke. "Don't let any of what she says get to you." Her voice was nice too. "She's just old and malcontent." "Yeah, I guess anybody would be." "I'm Vanessa," she said. "You must be Tom." "Yup." I looked for something funny to say next when she broke my concentration. "Something on your mind?" "Yeah, it's kind of a shame we're related somehow." She smiled, but did not blush. "Only indirectly. Besides, I'm a bit old for you anyway." "You don't look more then 25 or so." "I'm 27, thank you. And you are?" "16 1/2," I said. I felt like adding, "but I'm more of a man then any rich prick you've ever wasted yourself with." "Well that's a good age," she said. "Come, let's eat." We ate in the kitchen, as the dining room table was a freakin' mile long. The kitchen table was still plenty long though. What I had to eat was interesting. It wasn't something ultra fancy but it didn't feel like home cooking either. It was a piece of pan-fried meat that tasted like hamburger, and was called Salisbury stake. I also got a glass of water (soda was forbidden; it allegedly causes acne) to go with it. Not bad, but the water tasted a little funny. Guess that's cuz it's all purified and shit. Following dinner I did not know what to do with myself. I couldn't watch TV, I couldn't go out with my friends, and I couldn't even do any chores. Out of sheer boredom, I visited the library (yes, she had a library), and looked for something comprehensible. I decided upon Captain's Corageous by Rudyard Kipling. It was about a dumbass rich kid who fell overboard on his cruise liner and got picked up by a fishing ship. He got put to work and became a man, and by the time he returned, he was rich at mind and body. Maybe Wendell should have read that one over a few times. Then again, maybe I should have as well. Vanessa walked in at that moment and scared the hell outta me. She looked surprised to see me reading, and she told me so. "Hey just cuz I'm poor don't mean I'm dumb. How else you think I'm alive?" "I'm sorry, it's just that I thought you considered yourself to be self made and didn't have much use for learning." "I'm learning all the time. You have to if you want to survive, but you wouldn't know that, would you?" I looked into her eyes. She looked a little scared, but definitely not shaken. "Sorry, I just am not used to dealing with 'privileged' people." "How's that?" "Well, and I don't mean to stereotype, I either almost always get their pity or their grief. I'm also pissed off cuz my dad, God rest his drunk pathetic soul, had some money and respect behind his name, and he blew it. He blew his life, and he blew mine too." "That's not a very nice way of looking at it." "It's the truth. It may sound like a lei to you..." "I know more then you think, Tom." I put down the book at that point and looked at her. Not stared, just looked. Like I was reading her instead of the book. There was some well hidden feeling in her, I just didn't know what it was yet. Pity? Kindness? Hatred? Well, I'd find out soon enough. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow," I said. She grinned and waved. I retreated to my room, dug out my Walkman and loaded up some rap to help me unwind a little bit. It wasn't but 10:00 when Mildred paid me a visit. "What are we up to here?" she asked. "Appreciating the musical arts," I said. She looked at me with a hmmph! The informed me it was time to get ready for bed. "It's only 10:00," I said. "I'm aware, but I have my rules and you shall follow them. Here, take some water first." I took the glass, drank it, thanked her, and begrudgingly turned off the lights until I was satisfied she was gone and out of sight. Fuckin' old bitch and her rules can shove it, I thought. Damn, this water tasted weird. Well, it wasn't poison or it would have killed me by now. There was a balcony outside, and I stepped out onto it to grab a smoke. Of course, I'd be dead if anybody saw, but I was careful. I also decided it was about time I called Ed. "How's it going with Mrs. Moneybags?" "Mrs. Moneybags can shove it, her and her damn rules and ideas. How's it over there?" "Fine. You're mom got back." "Then what are you doing there still?" "Like I said, she's nice to me. She lets me stay." "This is starting to sound fucked up. Julie better?" "Yup. She's asleep. Bitch didn't give me any problems all day long." "Speakin of bitches, guess what I found?" "What's that?" "Apparently I have a 27 year old distant cousin named Vanessa who is one hot-ass little whore." "How distant?" "My thoughts exactly." As soon as I said this, I heard a bit of shuffling and darted back not the room. Nothing. Then more shuffling. It sounded like it was coming form the adjacent room. I walked back onto the balcony and peaked in the window slightly. When I did, I almost plunged over the rail. There was Vanessa, bare-ass naked and dressing for bed. "You there?" asked Ed. "Yeah, keep it down. You are no going to believe this, but I just got a glimpse of Vanessa undressing next door." "Fuck, I wish I had long range binoculars. So how is she?" "Let's just say with all the money she's got, she still couldn't afford a better body. And she shaved her twat." "Why?" "Why do some guys shave their crotch?" "Cuz their fags?" "Cuz it itches. I dunno, maybe it's some sophisticated European style thing but the fact it I'm looking at it right now." "You don't happen to have a camera?" "I wish." "Anyway, you set for the store?" "Yeah. Call Matt and tell him to get his crew ready. I'd better go to sleep before I get caught doing something I'm not supposed to." "Have fun at that gathering thing." "Good night and get the fuck outta my house." I dove back inside, closed the shutter doors, made sure nobody saw or heard anything then gradually began shedding clothes. When I was naked and there was a towel nearby, I recalled the image of Vanessa from my mind and started jerking off furiously. I didn't want to break the bed, so I toned it down a bit. I finally got to sleep at around midnight. Though this kept getting better and better, I had a bad feeling about it tomorrow. I also had another dream. Wendell kept calling me and wouldn't shut up...until I ran and ran and at last ran off the edge of the world. Even though you're dead, we're bonding already, old man. Chapter 4 I slept pretty well. Hell, fuck that, I slept great. It was nice to be sleeping in a place where the mattress ain't 15 years old. However, when I woke up I noticed something was wrong. I was wet. At first I thought it was some cum that I'd forgotten to clean up, but I then realized it wasn't. I'd wet the fuckin' bed. That, I thought, was impossible, but it happened. I'm 16. I ain't supposed to be wetting the bed. The last time I did, I was....say, I can't even remember it's so long ago. I didn't hesitate in cleaning up. I took all the sheets off (fortunately, the mattress wasn't soaked), brought them into the bathroom and started washing them. Damn, I know what it was. It was the water. Aunt Mildred must have put something in the water. Oh, Millie, you bitch, if you think you're pinning this on me and makin' me look stupid... "Just whot are ye up ta?" Molly called from the doorway. Shit! "What does it look like?" "Ya made a mess o tha sheets. Give em ta me, sonny." "Here." She scowled at me and began to walk off. "Ah'm a tellin tha missus." The hell you are! At that moment Vanessa woke up and I calmed down a bit. "Something going on?" she asked. "Nothin'." "Quite the contrary, Thomas," said my aunt in a sharp, high pitched voice. "It appears you wet the bed like an infant and made a mess of everything. Vanessa looked at me with a quizzical smile. Was she in on this? I hoped not. "Really?" "Yeah, but...." "Well, I should have expected saw as much from an uncouth boy such as yourself....." "Of course you expected it, your probably put something in the water that made me do that!" "That's absurd! Now keep your voice down and get yourself dressed. We shall discuss what to do about you later!" I wanted to argue more, but there was a certain finality in her voice. Vanessa just stood there looking at me. "Too bad," she said. "I was beginning to think you were a nice young man." "Look, it ain't...isn't my fault, OK?" "Whether it is or isn't, you deserved it," she said. Oh crap, she knew about last night! I decided to shut up and get going. I took a shower, made sure my bladder was empty, and got dressed. I was supposed to dress casual, but given this group, casual would mean dressing up in my terms. So I met in the middle and wore some Dockers and a button down polo. The event, what ever it may be, was outside on the front lawn. I walked past my aunt on the way out there, and she didn't say a word. She just looked at me with a hardened, malicious stare. Right back at ya, bitch! It turned out this mass gathering was a picnic. There were mostly kids there, but the ages ranged from as young as 1 to as old as 33. I felt out of place and wasn't up for listening to any of my cousins' bragging, so I stayed more or less by myself. "Are you lost?" asked my cousin,, I think his name was Cameron. "No, I'm Tom. Lost is thataway." He didn't get it. "I see you seem a little out of place." "I am out of place." "I thought you were Tom?" It was funny the first time, now don't kill it, you bastard. "Yeah, whatever." "No need for that attitude." You haven't seen an attitude yet, pal. He walked away and left me to my misery. A few moments later, I was interrupted yet again. "Hi," said my cousin Veronica. "You look a little lonely." "I guess you could say that." "You're Tom, right?" "I'm infamous already." "Don't let my brother Cam bother you too much. His ego's a lot bigger then his balls." That was actually pretty funny, and I was surprised somebody like Veronica would say it. She was a few months younger then me, well off but not as rich as my aunt, and decent looking. Not hot, but not too ugly either. "I ain't worried about Cam or those other kids," I said. "I'm worried about that one over there." I pointed at Vanessa. "If she says anything about me, don't listen, it's a lie." "Vanessa has been known to lie before." "Manipulative bitch, and Aunt Mildred is worse." "So what do you think this thing is about?" "I dunno." "We're going to find out." Just then, some lawyer type guy asked for everyone attention and began giving one long-ass speech. He expressed his condolences, even though have of us didn't even know Wendell. He then went on to how great Wendell was. The son of a bitch owned a lot of stock all over the place, and loved to be famous. We were each entitled to a decent cut in his assets provided we do one thing: dedicate the single most important thing that we accomplish this week to him. It was an unusual request, but for money I wasn't about to turn it down. "Gee Tom, you don't seem very hungry," said Vanessa, who meandered over. "I don't care how rich you are, you whore, but if you say anything, I'll fuck you up so bad....." "You talk big, but apparently you can't be if you w...." "What's going on?" asked Veronica. "You'll find out soon enough," said Vanessa before she walked away again. I decided I'd better tell her myself before Vanessa manipulated it a bit. "You want to know?" "Yes." "Then keep it to yourself, OK. Here's what happened. Last night, I stepped onto the balcony, smoked a cigarette (I wasn't going to make this look any prettier then it was), and called home to see how everyone was. While I was doing that, I heard some noise from the room next to mine, so I peaked in and I saw Vanessa undressing." "No wonder she's mad." "It was an accident, I swear. Anyway, she said she's going to do something later, even though that doesn't bother me. The interesting thing she probably doesn't want me telling people is she shaved her........" "No way," said Veronica. She looked over in Vanessa's direction and began to laugh. "Yup. That's the way it was." I omitted my bedwetting incident for obvious reasons. "Why haven't you had anything to drink?" she asked. "Knowing her, she'd poison it." "Well, I'll get something for you and I won't poison it, OK?" "Thanks." This girl was all right so far." She handed me a soda (yes, there was soda), and I eagerly drank it. It tasted normal. I felt I owed her something, so I decided to pay it off by listening to her stuck up relatives. And I listened until I couldn't take it anymore. Bailey was talking about how he was getting a scholarship and how he was captain of the school rowing team, and so on, and so on. "Hey smart guy," I said. "What do you do if the boat capsizes?" "Swim." "What if, say an alligator is biting your leg?" "There are no...." "Answer it!" "Well, umm..." "Guess they didn't tell you that one , did they. Well, you have an oar, so why don't you just take it and whack it over the head. What's it going to do, spit out your leg so it can bite it again?" Everyone was now looking at me and grinning. Bailey turned red and spoke no more. I now felt more in place, but unfortunately, I had no time to capitalize upon it. The celebration had ended. As I walked up to the house, I noticed that Vanessa and Mildred were inside waiting for me. They were pissed as hell, and I would soon find out what they had in store for me. What ever it was, they could stick it up their asses. Make that shaved ass for Vanessa. Chapter 5 I knew I was in for it, but I wasn't sure what it was. And while I wasn't afraid of anything, I wanted to know what I was in for. When I walked in, everyone sort of stared at me. No words were said by either them or myself for several moments. Then Aunt Mildred spoke up. "Thomas, your behavior has been inexcusable," she began. "You have proven to be a vulgar, ungrateful little child." Yeah, and your perfect? "I am well aware of your activities. Smoking cigarettes? Listening to that awful garbage you call rap? And worst of all, you managed to wet the bed. What kind of child beyond the age of 3 wets the bed?" I was about to give her en explanation, but she just kept right on talking. "It is obvious you have far more problems then you exhibit here. It must be tough for your poor mother." At that pint, Vanessa just had to jump in. "That isn't the worst of it, Aunt Mildred. He saw me naked last night. He was spying on me!" Aunt Mildred became more bitter and scornful then ever. "If you have anything to say in your defense, say it now." My turn, finally. "Aright, here it is. I don't know what you were expecting when I came here, but I came bringing my best. If that isn't good enough for you, too bad. First, so what if I smoke? I don't smoke in front of anyone else and I clean up the ashes. Second, nobody's asking you to compare Tupac Shakur to some guy like Beethoven. It's what I like. I'm pretty sure your parents disapproved when you were listening to Louis Armstrong back in the day. And third, I was not spying on you, Vanessa. I went onto the balcony for a cigarette and a moment away from all this oppression. I heard some noise, so I looked in. That's pretty much how it is, and you can't manipulate that. Now as for wetting the bed, don't even try to blame me for that. You put something in the water that made me do it, and you know damn well. You think I'd do something like that intentionally? Hey, I got dignity. I'll go as far as to pay you for the sheets and get out of your 'estate', but I'm not taking this anymore." "I'm afraid you will have to take it," said Mildred. "Yeah, why?" "Your mother has requested that you stay here for the weekend. I shall fulfill that request." "Aright, fine I'll stay. However, don't expect a lot of respect. You think I'm bad, you haven't seen nothin' yet." "I intend to correct your behavior before you get the opportunity." "How do you plan to do that?" "Since it is obvious you can't control yourself just like a baby, you shall therefore be treated as one." "Hey lady, I'm 16. Unless you got something to reverse time, it ain't gonna happen. Cya!" As I began to walk away, she clutched my arm firmly. "You are correct. However, I believe a weekend of diapers, force-feeding, and being locked in a crib will have a marvelous effect...." "You're fuckin' nuts." "Relish the opportunity to employ such a foul tongue while you still have it." "Bitch, what you gonna do? You think cuz your rich and old, I'm going to kiss your ass? Hell no, it don't work that way. I'm Tom Morrow, and I'm a man. Yeah, a man. And unless your Sable, ain't no woman gonna take me on and win." "We shall see." She was still clutching my arm, so I shoved her off (without hurting her). I then stormed off to my room to retrieve my things. No sooner did I open the door then I feel a painful buzzing sensation near my hand. They stuck some kind of needle on the doorknob. Well, I ain't lettin' that stop me. I marched forward, rather woozy. The drug sure was fast acting. Despite my determination and strength, I collapsed into the corner. "Your not so tough," said Vanessa, as she Mildred and Molly entered the room. "You dumb cunt," I said, rising to my feet to strike her. I started to get up, then felt myself slipping, and nearly fell right back down. "We'd better get going while the sedative is still active. Molly, your assistance please." The two of them closed in on me. I initially started thrashing against them, but I found myself missing and getting increasingly dizzy. They at last secured me, and put me in a position so I was bent over the bed. Next, they took some leather cord and tied each of my hands to the bedposts. This was more serious then I thought. Molly handed Mildred a paddle and she went to work spanking me. I had a high threshold and didn't even flinch. By the time she tired herself out, it started to sting. "Vanessa, perhaps you would like a try at this," she said. "Certainly," she said, assuming command of the paddle. She hit much harder, and with much more vigor. After 50 or so swats it was hurting me and I started cursing the living daylights out of them. "You're muthafuckin dead, you hear me..." The remedied this by taking a ball-type gag that fit much like a pacifier and shoving it in my mouth. They fastened it in place, and Vanessa continued her torment. I was determined not to break down and cry. Hell, I was even able to crack a smile for a little bit. But after 100 strokes of the paddle by each of the two woman, I'd had enough. I didn't break out bawling, but a couple of tears began to streak from my cheeks. "Crying just like a baby is he?" asked Mildred. "Come now, let's proceed to get this filthy child cleaned up. Molly, prepare the room if you will." "Aye," she answered. Then, directing her comment at me. "Ah guess yall be a peepin Tom na more." Mildred then reached over to unfasten those binding restraints. No matter how down I was, I was sure she would get it. I got myself ready to tear her fuckin' head off. As soon as both my hands were free, I whirled around and grabbed her by the throat. She let out a little shriek, but then Vanessa kicked me in the balls. Needless to say it hurt like hell. They dragged me off to the bathroom and drew a warm bath for me. Then, they began to undress me. I wasn't too embarrassed as I had a lot to flaunt down there and even some high-riding bitch like Vanessa couldn't dis me on that. After I was completely naked, they took out the gag and tossed me into the bath. The water was burning hot and I didn't like it too much. To make things worse, they started to scrub me from head to toe. To top it all off, they threw some herbal essence bath shit into the water, and it left me smelling like a fruit factory. I began looking around for some way to get out of this, and was a bit frustrated when I could fine none. "This won't do," said Mildred, pointing in the direction of my cock. What's she gonna do, castrate me? "Babies don't have hair down there." Vanessa took some cream and began to rub it into my privates. It felt really good, especially after she hit me enough times. Next she took a razor and started removing some excess hair. "It'd be a shame if I slipped," she said. If she did, I'd take the razor and slit her throat. After I was smooth down there, I had woken up a bit. The drug had worn off. Payback time. "I know what your thinking," said Vanessa. "But don't try it. There's a lot worse things we can still do to you." "If you're willing to get hurt doing them," I told her. I took a towel, dried myself, then held it out and whipped it into the air. "How'd you like getting your ass whipped?" In a brief flash of a moment, Mildred lunged forth and handcuffed me to the towel bar. I was surprised the old woman could move so fast. "Now you are to cooperate, or we shall punish your further." The two of them left me alone naked and somewhat helpless for a moment before returning with an enema. I knew my ass would be hurting like hell in a few seconds, so I tried to think about something pleasant (sex, weed, the Red Sox, anything) while they shoved it up there. "We'd better get him diapered," said Mildred. "Quickly!" Vanessa took some rash creme and rubbed a generous amount all over me. It was a major turn on. "You'll be needing it," she said. She then poured on some powder while Aunt Mildred handed her a disposable diaper. It looked like a Pampers, only a lot bigger. Vanessa taped it on me. "We're not done yet." Next, she took some scissors and poked holes in the front of it. On top of that diaper, she pinned on 10 or so thick cloth diapers, and topped it of with a pair of plastic baby pants that had a lock on it. Mildred looked me over approvingly then reached for the key to the handcuffs. I was going to cripple the old bitch for sure. She unlocked me very slowly and warned me that I best stay still. I was beginning to wonder what other tricks she had up her sleeves. It turned out that she was going to try to bind me with a pair of mittens. "Put these on," she ordered. I smiled. I figured I'd get her pissed off before I mangled her. "Make me." "I am not going to tell you again. Put them on, or you will regret it." "The only thing I regret is meeting you. Now I'm warnin' you, old lady, get the fuck away from me before I do something along the lines of killing you." Her eyes widened. "Not much you can do about that, is there." She shook her head. I heard Vanessa laughing. "What's so fuckin' funny?" "I don't see how far away from here you're going to get with those diapers locked on you. You look like a big baby." I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. "Gimme the key, bitch." "You want the key?" she managed to ask. Her voice was trembling. "Then go get it." With that, she took the key and threw it in the direction of the toilet. As soon as I saw it leave her hands, I dove after it. It was a pretty stupid move, because as soon as I caught it, Mildred slapped the mittens on me. I couldn't make use of my hands. "You fuckin'..." I began. I was interrupted when a large oversized pacifier was jammed in my mouth and fastened shut. "That shall be enough of your foul tongue," said Mildred. The two ladies picked me up and escorted em to a room that was decorated like a nursery. Only the crib was big enough to contain me. "All set, ma'am," said Molly. "Good. Let's get him in." Molly unlocked the top of the crib, and it took all 3 ladies to force me in there. As soon I was down on my stomach, they got to work making sure I'd stay there. First, they took a piece of cord and attached it from the crib to my mittens. Then, they secured my legs. Finally, they closed the top and left me there, laughing as they left. As soon as they were gone, I got working on my escape. I gathered up all my energy, and thrashed against the restraints. The crib shook but nothing came loose (except for maybe my arm from my socket, it hurt like hell). I was getting ready to try again when I felt a very sharp pain in my abdomen. Before I could do anything, I let loose and took a shit in my diapers. Great. So now I was stuck here in my own filth at the mercy of two very vindictive women. Chapter 6 Eventually, I must have fallen asleep because when I last came to, the two whores and Molly were standing over me. My eyes grew narrow with hatred when I saw them. "Well, it looks like he's been effective use of his diapers," said Mildred. "Yes, just like a baby," said Vanessa. "I wonder if he would like to be changed?" Of course I did, and they knew that. Then I remembered this was supposed to be a type of sick game. Maybe I had to cry if I wanted to be changed. Well, I was keeping my dignity. "I suppose not. We shall come back later. In the meantime, let's see to it that he doesn't get too comfortable." How could it get any worse, I thought. I was sorry I asked. They force fed me a bottle full of vile tasting liquid, then, hand covered with a rubber glove, Vanessa reached into my diapers and shoved a suppository up my ass. She gave my balls a little squeeze as she did. Within 5 minutes after she left me, I was even more wet and messy then before. As disgusting as this was, I wasn't about to give into this so-called punishment. My dad used to hit me worse then this, and well, he's dead so I guess I got the better of him. I began thinking about home again. Julie was feeling better again, Ed was probably bothering my mom, and the rest of the guys were all out getting drunk or with their girlfriends. That was where I belonged, not here tied to a crib like a baby. "But you are a baby!" Wendell's voice again. "What the fuck do you want?" I thought. "This is for your own good you know. You were never raised right." "Yeah, well it's too late to change that, and if you think doing this to me is supposed to be therapeutic, then your outta your mind." "Tom, try to enjoy it. Right now you may wish to do everything yourself, but when you grow older, you get worn out. You learn to appreciate the help of others. There has never been any shame in asking for help where it's needed." "This isn't help, this is punishment!" "Vanessa might think so and Millie might say so, but no this is not." "Then what is it?" "A chance to save your life." "From what? Do I got cancer or something?" "No, but you are going to get yourself killed unless you let somebody help you. I died a happy man. Do you know why?" "Why's that, Uncle." "Because Millie was at my side caring for me. My last few days, I was so weak that Millie might as well have been caring for a baby. But I died happily. Not miserably and alone just so I could claim I was tough." "So? What's your point?" "Try to enjoy this. And remember. I'll be watching." I thought about that for a moment. I wasn't going to hypnotize myself into thinking this could be a possible experience, but I let Wendell's words into my mind. Being bitter about this wasn't getting em anywhere. So suppose I went along with it. It'd go faster, and when I got out..... "Look's like he's up," said Mildred. "Good," said Vanessa. "I was just about to take baby Tommy for a little walk." "Maybe we should change him first." "No Aunt Millie, he doesn't deserve a changing." "Well, in that case, don't be out with him too long." They unlocked the crib and then took down all my restraints. They left the mittens and the pacifier in place. I could have probably killed them right there and then, but I was just glad to be free. My wrists and ankles hurt like hell. Mildred offered her hand, and I used it to climb out of the crib. I may have been hallucinating, but I thought I saw the old bat smile for a moment. She commanded me to stay still, and for once I listened. From a closet, she produced a babyish onesie and put it on me. It could have been worse, and at least my diapers weren't showing Vanessa then took a small leash and attached it to my mittens. She grabbed hold of the other end and dragged me along slowly. "We're going for a walk," she said. Chapter 7 I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew we were doing a little more then going for a walk. The moment we got outside, that formerly pristine and proper young lady turned into almost any other bitch I'd ever met. "This is what you get for spying on me, you bad boy!" "I already told you, it was a goddamn accident!" "I saw the way you looked at me, Tom Morrow. I am your cousin, and you are a pervert." "Don't give me this, you were practically asking for it." She tugged hard on the leash and I nearly fell down. "You men are all alike. You see something that you want and then you keep whining until you get it. Well, this is one toy you won't get no matter how much you whine." She was giving herself way too much credit. I didn't want her that much to begin with, and now I wanted her even less. It then occurred to me that she probably didn't even look that good and most of it was plastic surgery. After all, she could definitely afford it. Vanessa brought me out by my cousins and tied my leash to a tree. Everyone abruptly stopped what they were doing to stare at me. "Baby Tommy has been a bad boy and now he's being punished." "What did you do?" Bailey asking me, chuckling and trying to hide a very annoying smirk. "He wet the bed," said Vanessa. Everyone now broke into laughter at my expense. I remained silent and tried to think of someplace else. However, being tied to a tree in a strange place wearing a wet and soiled diaper with your own cousins laughing at you isn't an easy experience to shake from one's mind. Veronica looked at me and she was laughing as well. "Did poor baby wet his didee?" she taunted. I didn't answer. "Oh that's right, baby's don't talk." Vanessa was enjoying this little exhibition very much. "Can I change him, Vanessa?" "I was going to change him right here in front of everyone so they can get a good look at the messy baby, but if you want to, go ahead,. It might be more embarrassing for him." Fuck this, ain't anybody on my side here? I was untied from the tree and led inside again, temporarily escaping my persecutors. Mildred looked at me with a somber expression. No sympathy there. I was led back to the nursery and told to lie down on a changing table. As soon as I did so, my legs, arms, and abdomen were clamped down with restraints and a pacifier was shoved back in my mouth. "Leave me alone a second with him," said Vanessa. "OK," Veronica answered and left the room. Vanessa then lifted up her skirt and pulled down her expensive panties. "Take a good look, because you'll never, ever get to touch this." My dick was very hard by this point, but I couldn't do a single thing to relieve it. It was torture I tell you. Fuckin' torture, and Vanessa knew it. She re-clothed and left me to Veronica. The girl knelt, stood over me and looked into my eyes. She had a smile that was neither friendly nor malicious. She took her fingers and ran them through my hair. I hated when people did that! I was wondering what torture she had in mind. "I can't believe you actually wet the bed," she said. "Mildred has a habit of not tolerating anything, and that includes bedwetting. I almost feel sorry for you." I let out a low grunt, and she at last took the pacifier out. "The only reason I wet the bed is because they spiked my drink! And if you don't get off I'll...." "Shhh! Are you serious?" "Would I lie?" "Why do I think Vanessa's behind this?" "Good guess, care to try for two?" "I'm sorry I made fun of you, this isn't your fault. Don't worry, we'll get her back though." "Well thanks. Are you going to take these damn straps off or what?" "After I change you, I will." OK, she wasn't letting em out of diapers, but it was a start. Veronica took the key unlocked my plastic pants and almost vomited when the odor hit her. I felt a bit embarrassed even though it wasn't exactly my fault. Girls have told me that I've reeked of alcohol, cigarettes and spilled blood, but never of my own shit. Once she got all the diapers off, she was faced with the unpleasant task of wiping me. She took a deep breath then started to clean my ass. Once I was clean, she took some of this lotion stuff and rubbed it into me. I couldn't help but grow hard, and she noticed. She began to stroke me until I shot. She wiped the come off of her fingers, put some powder one me, and then another set of diapers. "Please tell me there's no lock on this one," I said. "There is, but I have the key," she said. She took the key and put it in her bra. Nice touch, I do confess. "Now, about that revenge?" Chapter 8 Veronica and I returned to my former room and walked out onto the balcony. Vanessa was in her room. She was holding a picture of me in baby attire (must have been taken while I was asleep), and she was laughing. "I showed him all right," she said. I then got to see Vanessa naked for the 3rd time (making her a liar) as she stepped into the shower. "OK, now," said Veronica. I dove into her open window and ran into the bathroom. There was a purple robe hanging on a hook which I promptly noticed and snatched. Vanessa took note of my presence and she screamed. "You little bastard!" She grabbed for a towel, but couldn't find one. At last, she got out of the shower and started to chase after me...completely naked. I stood at her doorway and waved the robe. "Toro." She ran after me right according to plan. When I got to the stairs, I hopped on the railing and slid. It was something I always wanted to do. When I got to the bottom, she was still in hot pursuit. I abruptly turned left and disappeared around the corner. She turned right, and walked right past Aunt Mildred. "Vanessa!" she cried. "Good heavens, you're naked." "I know that!" she screamed. "Where is that little shit?" "I will not have that language!" Vanessa ignored her and turned the other way. Millie followed her. She marched right down to the nursery expecting to find it empty. Instead, she found Veronica sitting in a rocking chair and she saw me sitting up in the crib. Her eyes bulged out. "What is the meaning of this?!" Mildred demanded. "I..uh.." Too late, she had lost it. "I will not stand for this blatant exhibitionism. You like to be en la natural so much, then you shall. You are to remain without clothes for the rest of the day." "But people will see me!" "Too bad. Now apologize to your cousins." "No!" "You're not too old to be spanked." "I'm sorry." "Good." Mildred walked out, calm and serene once more. It was as if she was 30 years younger all at once, then returned to being however the hell old she was. It was something I just couldn't explain. Once she was gone, Vanessa began a fit of rage. "How?" she asked. "How did you do it?" "This is one old fuckin' house," I said. "And if the movies don't lie, old houses got secret passages. I can also outrun anybody in Boston. And I knew you couldn't stand me seeing you naked. So I put all those together and got this plan. Pretty fuckin' cool." "You....," she began, then turned to Veronica, who was hiding a faint smile. "And you were with him!" "Hey, the revenge thing was my idea, leave her alone," I said. "Give me back my robe." "Why, you can't wear it!" "Just let me have it." I tossed the robe to her. "Just one thing," I said. I reached out of the crib and placed my hand on her tits. "Are those real?" She walked out of the room fuming, and Veronica and I burst into laughter. "That was the coolest thing I ever saw anybody do," she confessed. "Well thanks," I said, trying to be modest. "I've done worse back home." "I'm sorry if I got the wrong idea about you, Tom. You seem like a nice guy." "Yeah, and I mistook you, too. Your aright for a rich girl." "You mean that?" "Yeah." "People compliment me all the time, but they never mean it. They only say nice things so I should say something nice back. It's so superficial." "Superficial. I like that word. It sounds better then fake." "What's it like in South Boston?" "I'll tell you some other time," I said smiling. "Right now, I have a question." "Yes?" "How closely related are we?" "Not very. Through a few marriages, I think." "Good, cuz this crib's plenty big." Chapter 9 Sunday was about the only day of the weekend that could be classified as sane, though it was far from normal. Vanessa took her punishment poorly and as a result kept pretty far away from me. Though it took a lot, I was finally able to convince Mildred to let me out of diapers. She warned me I'd better not cause her an ounce more of trouble, and said that if I was good, the incident would disappear. It was an offer I couldn't refuse, as Marlon Brando would have said. I stayed in my room and chilled for awhile. Thought about the robbery that I was planning and if I should still pull it or not. It was stupid to think about it, of course I was going to pull it. However, I'd give anything not to think of the previous day. Around midday, I got a visitor. "Hi Tom," said Veronica. She surprised me by wearing jeans and a t-shirt and actually managed to look normal. "Hey," I said. "Don't you have some other place you'd rather be?" "Yes, but I got bored. We rich people have short attention spans." "Yeah, I know. And how would you want me to fix it?" "Tell me about yourself." I usually hated talking about myself, and this was no exception. However, I decided to tell her, even if only to satisfy her curiosity. I told her about what South Boston was like, and about my dad, and about my mother and sister and how sorry they looked sometimes, and about me and my friends and all the shit we'd been through. I though she was either not going to believe a word that I'd said, or be very scared by it. Turned out I was wrong. "If you could spend the rest of your life here instead of there, would you?" she asked. "Hell no," I said. "Why not. Compared to what you said, this is paradise." "Yeah, but as fucked up as it may be, my life is my life. I'd never adapt to this." "Sometimes, especially when I get dragged along to all these boring upscale things my parents have going, I wish I could be anywhere else. I'd give a million dollars sometimes just to break the monotony." "Is that why your talkin' to me? Do you think I'm like a lion in a fuckin' zoo? Do I interest you like that?" "No, but..." "Save it. That's exactly the reason, maybe not all of it, and I'm OK with it. Just know this: I don't look at you the same way. I look at you like a person. You don't know how good you have it, so start appreciating it." I saw tears form in her eyes, and then I realized I went too far. "I'm sorry," I said. I then put my arm around her to hug her and she shoved me off. I tried again, and this time I held her until she calmed down. "So am I," she finally said. "How about I tell you something that nobody else knows," I said eagerly. "Really? What?" "Well, I'm planning on robbing this place...." I got into how I was going to do it, and where, and when, but not why. Why was a question I had a million bullshit answers for but did not know the truth. "You know you'll wind up in jail." "I know," I said. "But it's worth the risk. I can't explain it, it just is. I get what you mean about payin' all that money to break the monotony now." "I won't tell anyone." "I'd appreciate it if you could just forget this entire weekend." "I will, but I can't forget you." I reached over and gave her a French kiss, my hands feeling her all over. Her hands started doing the same then abruptly stopped. "What?" I asked. "You're not wearing a diaper." "Yeah, the old bitch let me take them off." "I thought you looked pretty cute in diapers." "Look, if you really want me to, I'll go put one on. But I have to do it carefully. If Millie sees me wearing one, she'll probably think that I like wearing them and try keeping me in them again." "Well, do you like wearing them?" "I have to say I feel the same way about diapers as I do about Vegas. It's fun, but you wouldn't want to stay in there all the time." "Good analogy." I quietly crept into the nursery and swiped a disposable diaper. I had to hide in a closet while Molly was in the hallways. I then crept back to Veronica. "That was quick." "Would have been quicker if it wasn't for that Scottish hag," I said. "Well, aren't you going to put it on?" "Close the door," I said. I then started taking off my pants when she stopped me. "Actually, I'd like to put it on you if that's OK." "Sure, just make sure the door's closed. If anyone walks in here, we're both dead." I was pretty sure that if we had been talking any louder, Vanessa would have heard us from next door, and we be both dead before anything even happened. Once I was naked from the waist down, I lay back on the bed and let Veronica slide the diaper under me. She taped it up expertly and flashed me a smile of approval. I thought of myself more like posing for a picture then wearing a diaper, and it helped me feel less stupid with that I was doing. Once I was diapered, Veronica sat down next to me. She took off her shirt and her bra, and proceeded to "breastfeed" me. I sucked on her for a good 10 minutes until I became so hard I thought I was going to explode if I didn't do something. Veronica slipped her hand inside my diaper and relieved me. "Looks like your diaper's all wet now," she joked. "I guess it is," was all that I could answer. That was about all the eventful activity for the day. I took the diaper off, and Veronica and I ate lunch along with my other cousins (who ceased to bother me at all, especially when I shared with them some of my more memorable experiences from South Boston). Nobody found out about what Veronica and I were doing, and nobody questioned Vanessa's absence. I could feel the sun shining on me and Uncle Wendell smiling down upon me from the heavens. Smiling as if he had won. He didn't win anything from me as far as I was concerned. Not one damn thing, but then again, I could be wrong. He was a wise old goat. At long last, it was time for me to leave. I said goodbye to everyone, including Aunt Mildred. "Try to do some good by this family, Thomas," she said earnestly. "I'll try, ma'am," I answered. "But I have to know one thing: did Wendell ever do anything he regretted?" "We all have," she answered. Then, after a moment's thought. "Come to think of it, he robbed a bank in his youth. I can only assume he regretted that. Now don't try following him on that account." "I won't," I said. "And thanks for the weekend." I left holding no grudges against anyone. Mildred would probably be dead in a year, and I hoped she died cleanly. Vanessa was bound to be back on her feet in no time, and knocked back down again. Some people just don't learn. The only thing that still bugged me was this: who was Wendell's heir? Chapter 10 I was more then relieved to get home. The first thing I did was step outside to relax and smoke. In a moment of thought and clarity, Ed O'Neil interrupted me with a punch to the arm. "Back already?" he asked. I punched him back. "Yup." "Well, what was it like?" "It was the most fucked up trip I'd ever taken in my life, and I ain't never going to say one more word about it. You got that?" "Sure," he said, backing off. "And it was supposed to be boring," he added sarcastically. "Nothing changed around here, right?" I asked. "No, we're all set for the robbery." "About that robbery...I've been thinking." "Don't you fuckin' back out on me, Tom." "No. What I was gonna say was I've been thinking, and I finally found a really good reason to rob the place besides, of course the cash and the fun." "What's that?" "I can't tell you, only I'd get it." I laid low for the next few days. My mind kept on wandering back to that mansion. Every time I fell asleep, I'd be there again. In a crib wearing diapers that I couldn't possibly take off, everyone staring down at me. Wendell laughing. Then I'd wake back up. It was the kind of experience that would drive people to see a shrink. Most people, but not Tom Morrow. In case you're wondering, I did end up robbing the store. The only thing on my mind when I walked in there was Wendell. "This one's for you, old-timer," I thought. I was going to get the last laugh. Well, it turned out that something got majorly fucked up during the robbery and I got busted, but that's a separate story. The point is, Wendell got the last laugh on me after all. I guess it's safe to say that there's only one real lesson I learned form that ordeal at the mansion, and it's not to judge people too quickly. I thought all rich people were the same, and it turned out to be dead wrong. There were rich people who just got rich cuz they were lucky, such as Vanessa, and they were usually very selfish. Then there were people like Wendell that worked to get rich. Then there were some, like Mildred, who were old and rich and very formal, but you could still see a normal person buried deep inside of them. Lastly, there were people like Veronica who didn't want to be rich, just normal. I never found out who got most of Wendell's stuff. I know Mildred got the bulk of it, but it was impossible to tell just how much Wendell had, and even harder to determine what Mildred did with it. His was a long dead hand still hanging in the dark waiting to snatch someone and reel them in. I finally gave up trying to figure things out and did some research on Wendell. He was a fuckin' cowboy. And he was born poor, too. Poor, but with a lot of dreams. He knew he wanted to be great from the time he was an infant in diapers, and I guess in that sense he won after all.