Chapter IV - Fights and Battles Have Begun
#4 of Kaeden's Commitment
Hey everyone! Yep, there's an update today. Yesterday was a just bonus day, not a day-early thing. I can't promise there will be any more of those, or that there WON'T be any more of those - they're just kind of at my whim. For the most part though I'll be sticking to an every-other-day schedule.
If you haven't noticed yet, or haven't been reading the comments, there's a musical reference to a song in each chapter's title, and in the dialog of the chapter itself. Just a fun little thing I'm doing, and an homage to my inspiration - who also did the same thing with his story.
Things...heat up, in this chapter. I hope you all are still enjoying this, and if you are, please show you appreciation by leaving a comment of ANY sort below! Constructive criticism, creative ideas, things you would have done differently, etc. I love hearing what my readers are thinking. I may primarily write for myself but I do get a lot of satisfaction knowing other people are getting involved in my stories!
Today's chapter comes with an "inspired by" visual! It's not exactly as it happens in this chapter, of course, but, it'll give you a good idea of what my characters look like:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12949495/
Kaeden's Commitment
by Draugr
Chapter IV: Fights and Battles Have Begun
This work is licensed under aCreative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
That night was largely restless. Kaeden slept in fits and starts, and when he had no choice but to wet his diaper, it just made falling asleep all that much more uncomfortable. He managed to do it, though - and was awoken in the early morning by his tummy growling. Evidently his body didn't like being so backed up. He didn't feel as though he was about to lose any control, but it would be nice if he could figure out where the bathroom was in the house.
He stretched, ignoring how full he felt. Kaeden must have been making enough noise for his baby monitor to pick up, because Ashleigh came in the room moment's later.
"Good morning, pup! I hope you had a good night's sleep." Just like before, Ashleigh undid the snaps around his crotch and the inside of his legs so she could check his diaper - which was pretty wet from having to relieve his bladder more than once. Ashleigh was keeping him well-hydrated.
"I could have told you I was... wet," he said, plainly.
"You could have, but, you're not to ask me for a change, Kaeden. I'll periodically check your diaper and change you as necessary."
"But...why?" he complained.
"You know I can't answer that just yet, pup. I want to, I wish you could know what you have in store, but you can't. Please do yourself a favor and don't ask me about that anymore. I'll tell you more when I decide that you're ready to hear it. You'll have to change everything you are, and everything you were."
Kaeden grunted in displeasure. That wasn't the answer he'd wanted.
Ashleigh just smiled. She pulled his sleeper up a bit, and pulled out the back of his diaper, and peered into the seat just like before. "Hmm... I'll give you one more chance to use your diaper like you should, Kaeden, or else I'm going to have to help you move your bowels."
"No way. I'm not crapping myself. That's disgusting. Wetting is bad enough."
"It's perfectly natural for puppies to do that, Kaeden. There's no reason to be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed, it's just sick! I won't do it!" Ashleigh sighed, picking him up out of his crib, and setting him on the changing table. She knew it was better to get this unpleasant task out of the way now, as it was clear her charge wasn't going to cooperate.
Kaeden noticed something was amiss when he was rolled tummy-down onto the changing table before Ashleigh grabbed hold of the straps. He started struggling, trying to get up and back over.
"Do I need to call in Rashid, or will you behave?" Ashleigh asked.
"That depends on what the hell you think you're doing to me," Kaeden replied with a hint of trepidation, ears falling back against his head.
Ashleigh signed, and hit a button on a pager, and the Rottweiler entered a few moments later.
"No, please, go away, I'll cooperate," he protested at the sight of his nemesis.
"Somehow, I don't think you will, pup," Rashid said. He grabbed his wrists and held them down, as Ashleigh loosed his tailtape, and pulled his diaper down below the curve of his bottom. She got something from under the table - Kaeden couldn't see what - and rolled it around in some sort of jar. It looked like petroleum.
Suddenly, the events began to click. Kaeden was getting a suppository forced up under his tail. Despite the multiple soapings, this was just too much. The sudden struggling, and expletive-laced shouting was enough to catch Rashid off-guard, and he got a paw loose - though it was quickly recaptured. The Shepherd was in no position to win this battle.
"It's just going in your bottom, dear. You'll feel a slight pinch," Ashleigh said, as though this were routine as washing dishes.
Kaeden whined, and went still, as he felt Ashleigh pull up on his tail, and a gentle pressure under there. He squealed, eyes going wide, as her finger slipped up under his tail, remaining there a few moments to make sure her puppy got his medicine. She eventually pulled her finger out, minus the pill, and cleaned it with a baby wipe. She pulled Kaeden's diaper back up, and re-fastened the tailtape, then removed his sleeper, leaving him in just his wet diaper and his collar.
Rashid finally let go of his wrists, and Kaeden shot up off the changing table, and ran into the corner.
"Get away from me, you sick freaks!" he said, eyes wide in terror.
"Kaiden, puppy, please," Ashleigh said. "I'm trying to help you."
"You stuck your finger up my butt!"
"If you don't have a messy diaper soon you could make yourself very sick. I don't want to see that happen. Now come here."
Kaeden gave a hard stare, decided to approach, thinking he was going to get changed. He'd been in the soaked thing for far too long, and was ready to be dry again.
Unfortunately, Kaeden's guess was wrong: Ashleigh got out the bar of soap, and Rashid the muzzle. After being soaped and muzzled, his collar was leashed to a hook anchored in the corner of the wall, forcing him to stay put.
"You'll be allowed out of the corner when you've got a messy diaper, okay?" Ashleigh explained.
Kaeden growled, but said nothing. Ashleigh was surprisingly strong and adept at physically manipulating him, too. With Rashid around as well, fighting back was just impossible. Both of them were taller and stronger than the small-framed Shepherd.
It wasn't too long before the Shepherd's tummy started growling and he started fidgeting. He tucked his tail between his legs, feeling annoyed when he felt his tail push up on the bulk of his swollen diaper. About thirty minutes after getting his 'medicine,' Kaeden couldn't resist anymore. His tail flagged, and he filled the seat of his diaper.
This was too much for the poor dog to deal with all at once, and a few sniffles turned into an outright cry. He felt dirty, humiliated, violated, and horrible. He was twenty-two years old, and instead of figuring out a career, or getting engaged to a wonderful woman, he was standing in the corner of his abductor's home, wearing nothing but a wet and now very messy diaper.
Ashleigh heard his wailing, and quickly came in. She picked him up, though almost dropped him when Kaeden lurched up as her paw pressed up on the seat of his diaper to support his weight. He didn't want any of that in his fur - though the way he was carried gave him little choice. Several baby wipes later, and a couple wipes to clean the tears from his muzzle, he was freshly re-diapered. This time, though, instead of sending him back to his crib, she slipped a t-shirt over his head - with a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the front. Kaeden, despite himself, couldn't help but be pleased. Most pups grow out of their dinosaur obsession, but he never really had.
She took his paw and led him through the house in just his shirt and diaper. She picked him up and set him in a tall chair, dropping a small table in front of him, and fastening a small built-in harness to keep him from moving around too much.
"No way," he said, as she got out a jar of pureed green beans. He was not going to submit to eating puppy food. Ashleigh simply ignored him, unscrewing the lid, and getting a small spoonful.
As she brought it up, however, close to his muzzle, Kaeden lashed out, swiping the spoon of puppy food and knocking it to the floor, barely missing his caretaker in the process.
"Rashid, deal with him, please!" she said, going to clean up the mess. Kaeden stiffened as the Rottweiler got him up out of the high chair. He dragged him over to the living area, sat down, and laid Kaeden over his lap. After pulling down Kaeden's diaper, he brought his hand up and landed it with a resounding "smack" on the Shepherd's bare rump.
Kaeden couldn't believe what was going on. Was he actually getting a_spanking_? He couldn't think about it too much, though, as the repeated strikes were beginning to hurt. He wasn't sure how many he had gotten to each cheek before the end, but by the time his spanking was done, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. His bottom felt like it was on fire, even after Rashid pulled his diaper back up and refastened it.
Ashleigh finally came and took over, taking him back to his nursery and sitting in the cribside chair. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her puppy's eyes, something Kaeden was very fussy about. When she was satisfied, she offered him another bottle of formula.
"That was a very bad thing to do, Kaeden, you could have hurt me with your claws. Maybe that was my fault and you're just not ready for semi-solid food yet," she explained as she offered him the nipple of the bottle.
With a freshly spanked bottom still smarting, the Shepherd felt quite compliant, and nursed the bottle without protest. When done, he was laid down for a nap - which was a "puppy thing" he appreciated for the first time. The day wasn't over, but he already felt exhausted. He couldn't sleep, though, as he heard Ashleigh and Rashid arguing outside his door. The voices were muffled, but he could understand enough of the conversation to fill in the blanks.
"I really wish you wouldn't have done that, Rashid. I don't like spanking my charges unless as a last resort, and discipline is supposed to be_my_responsibility. You're here to make sure he's under control, nothing more."
"Exactly. The brat needed a spanking. He tried to hit you, and we can't tolerate that."
"I know but... " Ashleigh sighed. "Maybe you're right. You've been doing this longer, and you're here to keep him under control, but... I don't like seeing him hurt. I hope the poor thing is okay."
The two moved away, leaving Kaeden to contemplate what he'd heard in darkness and peace. The rest of the day proved just as difficult for Kaeden to deal with. He wasn't outright violent, anymore, but he was hardly willing to play along, and his mouth got him into trouble more than a few times. Eventually that frustration came back to bite him in the form of a six o'clock bedtime.