Time Out: The Game Plan, Book Two

by Breanna Hayse

  Bryon watched as Rob removed a device from the ‘toy box’.

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s called a spanking plug. Fills her up and also prevents her from clenching. Suzanne suggested figging, but I didn’t want to bother.”

  “I’ve never tried that out. You use a ginger root right?”

  “Yeah, and the juices burn like a mother when they squeeze their little buns together.” Rob ignored Cassie’s whimpers as she fully realized that she was trapped and completely subject to anything they wanted to do with her. “This serves the same purpose, but without the burning.” He applied KY to Cassie’s bottom hole and, without much notice, gently pushed the long cone to the hilt inside of her. He held it in place as he started to pump the bulb, watching as the tiny hole started to slowly stretch with the base of the device.

  “Rob! That hurts!” She cried.

  “Don’t fight it. The only way it won’t hurt around this little rim is if you push out. Keeps you from tighting up those naughty little cheeks.”

  “That is sweet. I need to find me one,” Bryon observed, picking up his belt.

  “Taken care of. It’s in your room.” Rob grinned, picking up his paddle and bowing to his brother to start.

  “Cassandra Lynn Johnson, do we really need to talk about why we are here tonight?”

  “No Daddy. I’m sorry I was so bad.”

  “You certainly will be by the time this night is over.” Bryon announced, positioning himself next to the stocks. He drew back his left arm and sent the double strap harshly across her immobile, captured buttocks. She yelled out, only able to wiggle her feet and pound the wood with her fists.

  “I think 20 of these will be sufficient to remind you that you are still under age to drink and that you are to follow the rules of this house.” Bryon said strictly, raising his arm again. Blow after blow, the strap met its vivid red target, covering the shaking mounds with dark, prominent stripes. Cassie stopped screaming and fell into a series of deep, guttural sobs. When he had finished, he walked around to the front and laid the strap in front of her. He sat down to watch her face as his brother took his position.

  “You will be one sorry little girl tomorrow, Cassandra. I’m feeling very generous tonight,” Rob said, studying her deeply bruised bottom. “Because I’m impressed with how you presented yourself to Pop, I’m going to reduce my intended strokes to half.”

  “Robby, I can’t take anymore. Please believe me, I won’t drink again.”

  “Yes you will. It’s not the drinking, it’s the getting drunk so that you don’t have to deal with your feelings. It doesn’t work. You were pissed and tried to cut off your nose to spite your face to get even with us. You didn’t get your way and threw a tizzy. Never again. Count down, starting at 6.”

  Cassie’s voice rose to a pitchy squeal as she counted the first slap of the paddle. She could almost feel her skin flatten completely under the tremendous blow. It covered her entire bottom and re-ignited the horrid burning from Bryon’s strap. Five—Four--- Three—Two---

  “This is the last one, Cassie. Not one sound. I want you to feel it completely and know that I will never stand by quietly and watch you hurt yourself,” Rob instructed, heaving the paddle with a mighty swing in the direction of its intended goal.

  Cassie could not have screamed if she wanted to. The breath was literally knocked out of her, the pain shocking her into a state of silence. It was not until the stock was opened and she was pulled into Rob’s arm that she was able to breath normally again. The tears poured in hot currents as she was held securely against his chest.

  “I’m sorry.” Her sobs were starting to calm, “I’ll be a good girl for now on.”

  “I hope so. Unfortunately, I don’t think your Daddy is done with you yet.”

  “No more, please! I… what’s that?” Cassie clung to Rob, seeing Bryon pull out a large, pale pink diaper. She panicked, looking at Rob. “No! I’m too big for diapers! Robby, stop him!”

  “Don’t fight me, young lady. Tonight, you are going to be treated like a little infant who doesn’t know enough to take care of herself. Lay down on this towel.”

  “NO! Put me down!” she cried as Bryon easily lifted her away from Rob (who smiled with amusement) and laid her face up on the blanket he put on the floor. She tried to kick his hands away as he pulled her feet out of the footies and tried to slide the adult sized diaper under her hips. She kicked him and he grabbed her ankles in his right hand lifting her bottom high off the floor and firmly slapping her discolored sit spots and upper thighs with his left hand. She stopped fighting as she cried out painfully, completely humiliated by the position he held her in. With a serious look, Bryon silently cleaned her pussy and bottom with a wet wipe checking to make sure no skin had broken and paying very special attention to her sensitive folds and tender skin on the inside of her bottom around the plug. Satisfied, he applied powder to her skin and rubbed it in before securing the sides of the diaper. Cassie wanted to die from mortification.

  “Leaving the plug?” Rob asked, interest growing in the progress.

  “Yes, it should be a good reminder of our evening together. Cassandra, if you wet this, you need to tell us so we can change you.”

  “Oh my God, no. How much more degrading can this get?” she moaned, hiding her face as he redressed her in the PJs and buttoned up her flap, the bulky diaper uncomfortably wedged between her legs and against her blazingly raw bottom.

  “Keep up this behavior and you’ll soon see. Rob, could you please put that brown bag in the frig up for two minutes in the microwave?”

  “Here you go. Nice and warm.” Rob handed his brother the bag and sat across the room to watch the events. Cassie felt scandalized when Bryon removed a large baby bottle filled with a cream color substance. She glared at him, wincing as he raised his index finger.

  “No attitude, missy. Act like a baby and I am more than happy to treat you like one. It’s dinner time and you will drink your bottle like a good little girl.”

  “You are nuts! OooOWWWWW!” she yelped as he flipped her over his knee and began to smack her diaper clad backside repeatedly with his left hand. The diaper provided a lot of padding, but not enough to prevent the already scorched flesh from burning anew.

  “Ready for dinner now?” he asked, turning her in his arms to face him. Tearfully, she nodded, allowing him to hold her, on her back, in the crook of his right arm as he held the bottle to her lips with his left. Reluctantly, Cassie took it in and grimaced as she tasted it.

  “It’s vile! You can’t expect me to eat this sh… stuff!”

  “Tsk, tsk. Rob? Your brush, please.”

  “No! I’ll eat it! I will!” Cassie yelled, grabbing the bottle and trying to hurriedly suck down the nasty contents.

  “You need to slow down or you’ll get a tummy ache. I wish you wouldn’t fight me. You always find yourself bottom’s up when you do. There you go. It wasn't that bad, was it?”

  “It’s terrible, Daddy.”

  “It’s good for you. Say good night to Robby and let’s get you upstairs to brush your teeth.”

  “But it’s Friday night. We always watch shows together on Friday nights.” Cassie whined, unable to walk comfortably in the humiliating diapers. She felt terribly lonely, not having gotten her regular ‘forgiveness’ hugs, although cradled by Bryon did provide some comfort. She hung her head upon seeing his warning glance and went over to Rob. He pulled her carefully into his lap and wrapped his arms around her tiny body.

  “I love you. Don’t pull that stunt again, ok? How’s that diaper feel?”

  “I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life,” she whispered into his ear. “Please let me take it off when you come to bed.”

  “No. It will stay on until we need to change it, or until we leave for Aunt Suzanne’s. You are not to leave the bed once you’re tucked in and you may not go potty in the morning unless one of us takes you. Consider yourself lucky that Bryon chose only 12 hour
s of baby time for you. Kiss me and go to bed.”

  Cassie groaned, it was only 6 pm. Bryon picked her up and carried her on his hip to her bedroom. He brushed her hair and teeth before peeling back the blankets to tuck her in.

  “I’m thirsty.” The girl looked for a way to delay the early bedtime. Bryon produced another bottle, this one filled with water. He sat on the bed and pulled her into the cradle of his arm again to bottle feed her. Knowing she had no escape from the humiliation, Cassie didn’t fight him. She actually enjoyed the feeling of how he held her, and the water tasted sweet in her mouth. Exhausted from her punishment, all the crying and the pain that racked her body, plus the secure comfort of being in Bryon’s muscle arms, Cassie soon found herself drifting off into a restful sleep.

  * * *

  Rob woke Cassie the next morning to get ready to go to Suzanne’s. She squirmed uncomfortably, her bladder full and cramping to be emptied. He ignored her request to use the potty and she fought the urge as long as she could, but failed. Her face reddened as she felt herself fill the diaper with hot liquid. Shamefully, she tugged on Rob’s sleeve as he shaved.

  “I need to be changed, Robby.” Cassie whispered.

  “Ok. Give me a minute to finish here and I’ll take care of it,” came his cheerful answer.

  His answer confused Cassie. When did he become interested in infantilism? She quietly watched as Rob made her a bath and picked out some clothes for her before he called her into the bathroom. She looked away as he undressed her, throwing the soiled diaper into the trash, and then lifted her into the tub, careful of the bruises that angrily marked her bottom. The heat made her yelp, but she slowly settled into the water where Rob proceeded to wash her thoroughly. His touch was gentle, but not at all sexual. It saddened her, she wanted to be a big girl under his talented fingers. She sighed, realizing that this withholding of pleasure was part of her punishment for acting like a spoiled, little brat.

  “Can you please take that plug out now? I need to go.” Cassie asked shyly. Rob nodded, deflating the plug and pulling it out gently under the water. Cassie felt overly stretched and unable to squeeze her muscles. She stared at him when he lifted her out of the tub and sat her on the toilet.

  “When you’re done, call me and I’ll put you back into the bath. Do not go in by yourself,” Rob ordered sternly. “I’ll be right back.”

  Cassie inhaled deeply; grateful that he was allowing her this little bit of dignity!

  Chapter Twelve

  Suzanne fawned all over Cassie as she stood prettily before her, adorned in a little purple and white playsuit with balloons on the pockets. She had her favorite sparkly sneakers on with frilly socks and her hair in two high ponytails, tied with ribbons. She was relieved when Bryon told her she didn’t need to wear diapers or drink out of a bottle since she learned her lesson.

  Cassie watched as her three stepbrothers drove off, and then followed Suzanne into the big house. Suzanne sat on her cozy white couch and held out her arms for the tiny girl.

  “I missed you, my little one. How’s your poor bottom feel?” Suzanne asked, pulling the little girl/woman onto her lap and holding her lovingly.

  Cassie leaned against her. “I have bad ows, Auntie. And my bummy looks like someone did finger painting on it.”

  “That bad?” Suzanne asked, seeing the nod. She kissed the girl’s forehead. “If you want, I can put some special lotion on you. Just don’t tell your Daddy or my bummy will look even worse.”

  “I won’t. Thank you.” Cassie giggled, holding Suzanne’s hand as she led the girl into her bedroom. Cassie loved Suzanne’s room, it made her feel like a princess locked away in a beautiful tower. With Suanne’s help, she climbed up onto the high bed and carefully sat with her legs stretched out in front of her. Suzanne produced a tube and sat down next to her.

  “Why don’t you lay across my lap, honey. It’s easier for me to see your ow and take care of you.”

  Cassie silently and trustingly, obeyed. She had never been exposed to Suzanne before, but she hurt so badly that her modesty didn’t matter. She just needed some sort of sympathy and relief. Suzanne was providing both. The woman’s long, smooth fingers felt good against the puffy and welted peaks of Cassie’s bottom, while sparks of sharp stings were felt as Suzanne rubbed the cream into the bruises of her sit spot and upper thighs. “My poor, poor little thing. Your Daddy was certainly upset with you this time, wasn’t he? Robby, too. What else did they do?”

  “They plugged me with an awful thing and made me wear diapers and use a bottle.” Cassie whimpered, relaxing under Suzanne’s gentle stroking.

  “How did that make you feel?”

  “Terrible and embarrassing. Ow.”

  “I’m sorry, honey. Just trying to work this cream into this bruise. Is that all you felt? You didn’t like it or feel comforted at any point?”

  “I guess there was a point when Daddy was holding me with the bottle that I felt safe. I think I fell asleep. I wouldn’t want to be a baby all the time.”

  “Maybe just when you’re sick or if they really need to discipline you. It seems to have made a difference in your submission, don’t you think?” Suzanne asked, her long hand resting on the tiny bottom.

  “I guess so. May I get up, please?”

  “Of course. Would you like a snack? I was thinking about baking cookies.”

  “I love baking. Can I help? Please?”

  “Under one condition. I want to invite a guest over.”

  “Who?” Cassie looked at her suspiciously.

  “Does it matter? I’ll let you decorate the cookies however you want to and we can have a tea party. Well?”

  “You want to invite Kristina, don’t you?” Cassie wrinkled her nose.

  “You are way too smart for your own good. Yes, I do. The two of you need to get along and, without your Daddy around, I think this would be a good opportunity. She’s a very nice little girl and you two have a lot in common. She will probably become your sister, so you need to get used to this idea.”

  “I don’t want a sister,” Cassie pouted.

  “You love your Daddy, right? Then don’t take this from him. I want you to show me how well you can behave and make me proud, ok?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Please do. If there is any fighting, your bottom will end up being much sorer than it is now. Got it?”

  “Yes, ma'am.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s fix these little pants and we can go down in the kitchen and get started,” Suzanne said, standing the girl up in front of her and redressing her. She left Cassie mixing the dough as she called Kristina and ordered her over to the house.

  “But I have homework to do, remember? Bryon told me I was grounded.”

  “Your Papa will not mind if I decide to watch over you today. I want you here in one hour, no arguments. Bring something so you can spend the night, too.”

  “I don’t get off work until noon, though.”

  “Very well, you can go home and get what you need, then come straight here. I’m baking cookies and we’re going to decorate them for a tea party.”

  Kristina felt a little thrill of excitement as Suzanne touched her ‘little girl’ inside of her. “Ok, Aunt Suzanne. It sounds like fun. Oh wait….” Kristina suddenly remembered something very important, “Isn’t Cassie there?”

  “Yes, she is and you two are going to get along and have a fun time. I’m going to get a DVD for you to watch together, too. I trust you don’t want a repeat from yesterday, do you?”

  “No, ma'am. I’ll be good.”

  By the time Kristina arrived, there were three dozen large sugar cookies baked and ready for decorating. Cassie had prepared all kinds of different color royal icing and Suzanne took out cookie decorations to put on them. Completely immersed as a little girl, Cassie found herself getting excited over the decoration time and upcoming tea party. Suzanne had prepared a special table in her dining room, but she would not let her see it until Kristina arrived. S
he was covered with flour and icing dye when Kristina rang the bell.

  Suzanne laughed, taking Cassie’s hand as she went to answer the door. “Krissy! Come in, honey. I’m so glad you came. You remember Cassie?”

  “Hi Cassie.” Kristina said quietly, suddenly wanting to laugh at the mess the girl had made of herself.

  “Hi Krissy.” Cassie answered shyly, hiding behind Suzanne.

  “You are quite the mess, young lady. However, I suspect, you’re going to look even worse once the cookies are done. Krissy? Let me take your things upstairs to your room while Cassie shows you all the stuff in the kitchen.”

  “Thank you, Suzanne.”

  “Who am I?”

  “Thank you, Aunt Suzanne.”

  Her still aching bottom reminded Cassie to swallow her pride and push aside her jealously as she took Krissy’s hand and led her into the large kitchen. In the middle of the marble island sat bowls of decorations, candy and pipes of icing. Suzanne had put one large cookie on each of the two plates for the girls to start. There were also two glasses of milk in Sippy cups.

  “Wow. When you decorate cookies, you don’t mess around.” Krissy commented, climbing up onto the high barstool.

  “I like decorating cookies. It’s fun.” Cassie said in a little girl voice, handing Krissy a dull spreading knife. Krissy noticed that Cassie stayed standing and wondered why. She followed Cassie's example and the two girls were quiet for a few minutes as they concentrated on icing the top of their cookie. Both had chosen purple, too.

  “Cassie?”

  “Yeah?” Cassie looked up at Krissy, a streak of purple on her cheek where she had wiped her face.

  “I’m really sorry that I was so mean to you. I didn’t want Bryon to like you more than me.”

  “Daddy has a very big heart and he can love both of us. You’ll just get to be his big girl, too.” Cassie said softly.

  “Does it take a long time to get used to this? You seem so… comfortable.”

  “Just play. Don’t worry about what comes next. Unless it’s a spanking. THEN you need to worry. A lot.”