Chapter 2
By late afternoon, all carpets downstairs had been vacuumed, shelves dusted, floors mopped. The bathrooms were spotless, especially the toilets – a stark contrast to the situation inside Chadwick’s filthy diaper. She released another long stream of pee as she leaned against the hallway wall, catching her breath.
Her back hurt. Her arms hurt. More than anything, her feet hurt. This was much harder work than expected. Walking around the house half naked with warm, sticky feces clinging to her skin had felt exhilarating at first, but her initial arousal had long given way to exhaustion.
I could really use a drink.
As the hours passed, Annie’s supervision had become a little spotty. She was chaotic, lazy, and worked only the bare minimum, if at all, but she had a talent for squeezing fun out of every situation. She sat on the couch, drinking and masturbating while fulfilling her supervisory duties.
A notorious troublemaker, the girl was a local celebrity. Everyone in town knew the story of the boozy former stripper who, fresh out of jail for crashing her car into a fruit stand, joined the Chadwick household as a maid. Ella, the cook and Annie’s mother, had pushed for her employment to have an eye on her wayward daughter. Hiring Annie against her husband’s wishes had been one of the lasting triumphs of Chadwick’s marriage.
“Hey, Mrs. C!” she shouted. “Who said you could take a break? Move your lazy ass!”
Chadwick sighed and waddled forward, unable to close her legs. Her bowels had to be almost empty by now, most of their contents deposited into the oversized diaper. She felt dirty, but had long become oblivious to the stench she was spreading throughout the house.
“The kitchen’s the last room on this floor,” said Annie, walking over with a half-empty glass in hand and her panties stuffed into the front pocket of her uniform. “Let’s do that now, and then we continue upstairs.”
With a firm grip on the nipple, Annie dragged her through the living room and down the hallway toward the kitchen. Chadwick shuffled behind her, struggling to keep up.
At the end of the hallway, the door flew open and Ella, the cook, blocked their way. She was a heavyset, resolute woman with short black hair under a white hat and had been working for the family for as long as Chadwick could remember. Even now, as an adult, she found the woman positively frightening.
Annie let go of Chadwick’s nipple and retreated a couple of steps.
“Where do you two think you’re going?” asked Ella, crossing her arms.
“M-mop the kitchen floor,” stuttered Chadwick. “Ms. Annie said–”
The frown on Ella’s face deepened. “I don’t care what she said. I’m not letting you into my kitchen in this… state. Get out, or you’re both getting the strap!”
Chadwick shrugged and turned. Ella was not a person to be trifled with, and the kitchen was her domain. She had no doubt that she’d follow through on her threat.
“Some of us are still trying to run a respectable household!” Ella shouted after them. “Come near my kitchen again, and you’ll regret it!”
Back in the living room, Chadwick sat down heavily in an armchair. During her escape from the cook, another uncontrollable load of warm mush had pushed itself out. The mass shifted as she moved, but she had long given up on begging for a diaper change.
“What now, Ms. Annie?” she asked. “Continue upstairs?”
“Nah. We’ll take a break and pick this up after dinner. Watching you work is exhausting.” Annie snatched the TV remote off the side table. “Let’s have a look at your porn stash.”
“I’ll pick something,” mumbled Chadwick. She reached for the remote, but Annie slapped her hand away.
“No, Mrs. C. Let me see what you’ve got.”
Annie scrolled through the library, pausing every now and then, giggling as she read titles and descriptions out loud. Brown Town Tales, Diaper Darling’s Dirty Deeds, Poopy Princess, Soiled Snatches – Chadwick’s cheeks turned redder and redder.
“My, Mrs. C, you have an interesting taste in porn. I wonder what your friends at the Wellington Club would say.”
Fuck those stuck-up bitches and their boring, miserable lives.
“I don’t care,” said Chadwick, rolling her eyes. “Here, Soiled Snatches is pretty good.”
“I’ve got a soiled snatch right next to me. What about Gangbang Gimp? ‘Fifty men, one wanton whore’ – that sounds exactly like my kind of thing.” Annie hiked up her dress, exposing her freshly waxed crotch adorned with numerous piercings: one through her clit hood and five rings evenly spaced through each outer labia. “Come on, Mrs. C! We’ll imagine it’s us taking dick in every hole.”
Chadwick stared at Annie’s engorged clit, ready and available, then down at herself. Her own crotch was locked away behind layers of thick plastic and excrement. She slammed her fist against her bulky plastic underwear. Damn, I so wanna come!
At seven, after two hours of depraved debauchery on the giant living room TV, the kitchen bell announced that dinner was ready. In the dining room, at the long mahogany table, Chadwick pulled out a chair, but Annie shook her head.
“I can’t have you at the table when you stink like a pig. You’re eating from the floor.”
“Yes, Ms. Annie. Sorry.”
The kitchen door swung open and Ella appeared with a serving tray. She set it on the table and shot a disgusted glare at Chadwick. “This is how you show up for dinner? What a disgrace! You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Chadwick grimaced and quickly covered her naked breasts with her forearm. Suddenly very aware of her sweaty, disheveled state, she stared at the ground, grateful that her shit-caked skin was invisible under the reeking diaper. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she shot a glance at Annie and straightened her back.
“Did you at least wash your hands?”
“No, Ms. Ella.”
“Unbelievable. Wait here, and don’t you dare touch the food.”
Shaking her head, she stomped off and returned with her feared tawse, the split, double-ended leather strap.
“An adult woman should know better, but I’m gonna make sure you learn that lesson. Gimme your hands, come on! Palms up!”
When Chadwick complied, Ella brought the tawse down hard on her outstretched right hand, hitting the palm dead center. A loud crack echoed through the room.
Oh fuck, that hurts!
Despite the stinging, excruciating pain, Chadwick immediately raised her hand again, enduring what even she considered a perfectly fair and reasonable punishment under the circumstances. Stroke after stroke landed, twenty on one palm and twenty on the other, leaving her hands red and burning.
“You deserve a lot more, but the food’s getting cold. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Ms. Ella. It won’t happen again.”
“I sure hope so. Tomorrow morning at seven sharp you’re coming to the kitchen, washed and properly dressed. I’m gonna give that ass of yours a thrashing that you’ll remember for a very long time. Are we clear?”
Chadwick gulped. “Yes, Ms. Ella.”
“Now go and wash your hands. With soap!” Ella turned to her daughter. “What are you grinning about? You think I didn’t see you diddling yourself in the living room? After all I went through to get you this job? Gimme your hands, Missy! Let’s nip this right in the bud.”
At this point, Chadwick wasn’t sure who was actually in control in this house. Annie was an agent of chaos, doing whatever she felt like at any given moment. Ella ruled the kitchen and dining room like a dragon, but had little interest in venturing beyond her realm. Julian spent his time in the garage, often under one of the cars, and kept to himself. He took his cues from Annie, who once in a while tasked him with tanning Chadwick’s ass with his belt.
Whoever’s in charge, it sure as hell isn’t me.
A while ago, she had thought Julian and Annie were an item. She often went out to see him in the garage and always came back flushed and sweaty, but it seemed to be a purely casual arrangement. Deplorable, scandalous Annie spread her legs for anyone – it was one of her traits Chadwick admired.
Amused, she listened to the crack of the strap coming down on Annie’s palms as she slowly waddled toward the bathroom to wash her hands.
At the door, she heard Ella’s voice: “And now bend over, I’m giving you a few on the ass. That’s the least you deserve for enabling this nonsense.”