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Chapter 22 – Surrender
She'd showered and dried herself off. Bosker had returned her to her bedroom in order to bathe. Meanwhile he had left her there, apparently so he could make preparations for her day in "the nursery", whatever that was.
Charlotte correctly assumed that 'the nursery' wasn't an outdoor retail outlet selling tree saplings… The only other logical alternative disconcerted her deeply. The playroom was degrading enough as it was. She had found that being forced to play with her doll Cynthia and conduct imaginary tea parties was emotionally gruelling and embarrassing. She had begun to dread her daily visits to that room and what made her visits there worse was the despicable maid's campaign to make her life as miserable as possible.
The episode on the rocking horse still haunted her.
So it was with her imagination running wild at what indignities might await her when Bosker entered her bedroom with a breakfast tray. Charlotte sat down at her desk, clad only in her towel and silently ate her bacon and eggs, together with a very tall glass of apple juice.
When she finished her food Bosker removed the tray from the room and returned with Madeline in tow, wheeling in a large covered trolley.
"What's that?" Charlotte asked innocently.
"You'll find out soon enough Young Miss, now get on the bed please so we can dress you." The newly returned Bosker waved his hand towards Charlotte's bed. Warily Charlotte sidled toward the bed, keeping both eyes on the ominous butler and maid standing at the trolley.
She wasn't at all happy about this situation. Yet she was reluctant to resist whatever was about to happen, being entirely aware that she would be forced to endure whatever was planned whether she resisted or not. Charlotte felt completely helpless, deprived of any ability to determine her own fate. She wasn't sure what was more galling – the horrific punishments meted out to her or her total inability so far to prevent their occurrence.
So with great trepidation Charlotte sat down on the bed. "Lie back please Charlotte." Bosker requested quietly. Charlotte did as she was told, she lay back staring at the ceiling, her towel still wrapped around her.
She felt something leathery wrap around her ankle, she titled her head up only to be told curtly by the maid: "Stop that and lie still!" Her other ankle was encased in a similar object and she felt and heard, rather than saw, leather restraints being tightened around her ankles.
Now she did try to sit up as her legs were pulled apart, both the maid and the butler had taken one leg each and with panic clasps in each hand, they had quickly attached the sturdy leather ankle restraints to a four-foot-long spreader bar. Charlotte was now beyond caring about the futility of resistance. She yanked her bound feet out of the hands of the servants, finding it impossible to close her legs due to the spreader bar. So she began to try and twist about on the bed in order to get up onto her knees and regain a semblance of mobility.
The maid and butler, with practiced and precise movements now pounced on the struggling Charlotte. Grabbing one hand each they successfully subdued her in seconds, Bosker flipped her about onto her side, and with a knee digging into her ribcage rapidly attached leather restraints to Charlotte's wrists. He then locked her wrists together behind her back.
"Charlotte – it's not a good idea to thrash about like that. You know why…" His voice maintained its perpetual calm as he flipped her back onto her back.
Charlotte was in a state, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, her towel now ripped away from her naked body in the struggle. Her widely spread legs made it impossible for her to twist her body around, more so now that she had lost the ability to leverage herself about with her hands. All she could do now was lie on her back; her hands trapped beneath her, and stare at the ceiling. Panic swept through her – she was helpless, as helpless as she had been in her dream last night, the dream that had inadvertently led her to this situation.
Bosker now pulled the spreader bar up from the bed, raising Charlotte's legs and naked bottom up off the bed. Charlotte looked on with dismay as Madeline walked toward the bed with a pile of folded white towelling brought from the trolley. Bosker raised the bar further, lifting Charlotte's hips up from the bed while Madeline unfolded the triangular cloth diaper under her bottom.
"Little Charlotte needs some potty training does she?" The spiteful maid asked tauntingly.
The maid now brought the bottom corner of the cloth up between Charlotte's legs together with the other two corners just under her belly button. Then after fastening the diaper together with a series of large safety pins, Bosker released the spreader bar, dropping Charlotte's legs and bottom back onto the bed.
Bosker now posed an ultimatum, together with an interesting proposal: "Charlotte, we can do the next part the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you, but if you help us dress you now, we will all forget about your little 'episode' just now. Otherwise you will find yourself being punished further tonight – your choice child."
She'd been put in a diaper! This was just ridiculous! Ribbons were one thing; lace, bows, ruffles, her cutlery, the dolls – she'd put up with all of them – but this was beyond the pale.
Charlotte felt as if the last shreds of her dignity were being ripped away. What made it all the worse was that she considered that she'd brought this all on herself – if only she'd admitted to getting aroused during the night she would have avoided this fate. Charlotte started crying softly; angry with herself and despondent at her complete helplessness at the hands of Mr Campbell's servants.
"Charlotte – do we have an answer? Do we have to dress you by ourselves or are you going to be a good little girl and help us?" Bosker asked again.
"I'll help" Charlotte murmured almost silently.
Bosker smiled, and ruffled Charlotte's hair playfully: "That's a good girl."
Bosker began releasing Charlotte's ankles and wrists while the maid began taking Charlotte's clothes out of the trolley and placing them on the bed. First came the frilly white ankle socks.
Charlotte by this stage had been released from her temporary bondage and sat on the edge of the bed in her cloth diaper. She unrolled the socks from their ball and began pulling them on.
The maid laid out a plain blue dress, plain by Mr Campbell's standards at least. It was made from a pale blue material patterned alternately with red stars and small portraits of Raggedy Ann and Andy framed in love hearts. The hem was frilled about the edge with two inches of delicate white lace. The sleeves were puffy and buttoned, and the Peter Pan collar was trimmed with red piping. Charlotte noted that the waist of this dress was substantially higher than that of the previous dresses, and had she been an aficionado of children's clothing design she would have known that the style was referred to as an "empire yoke". The waist would sit just below her budding breasts giving her an almost toddler-like look.
Charlotte pulled the blue dress over her head whilst Bosker zipped her into it. Now she discovered the reason for the plainness of the dress as the maid produced a full double-sided white pinafore. Covered lightly all over the pinafore were tiny little love hearts, whilst skirting the bottom hem were repetitious graphics of Raggedy Ann and Andy. Red piping ran along the waist dividing the bodice from the skirts of the pinafore and two red satin bows sat on either side along the waist. The scalloped neck of the pinafore sat above the main motif on the bodice. Running horizontally across her bust was a red banner, across which was written on the left of a large picture of Raggedy Ann and Andy happily linking arms, "Things are sweeter" and to the right "when shared".
The pinafore buttoned up at the back with darling little red love heart buttons. Charlotte stood in the centre of the room as Bosker buttoned her up. Now came her panties.
They were bulkier than usual, to accommodate her bulky diaper Charlotte wryly noted. Made of pink satin, the entire bottom was covered in ruffles whilst the front was plain satin. White lace decorated the edges of the tightly elasticised leg holes. What piqued Charlotte's interest however were the two steel chains emerging from the back of the waistband.
On receiving the panties from Madeline she also noticed that the panties were lined in plastic. Charlotte stood looking at the panties for a few seconds before Madeline chivvied her on. Charlotte acquiesced by pulling the plastic lined panties up her legs and over her diaper.
Bosker now grasped Charlotte by the hips, spun her about delicately and lifted her skirts. He drew the chain that ran through the waistband of the satin and plastic panties tight about her waist before slipping a padlock through two links of the chain and locking it securely. Charlotte was now entirely unable to remove either the panties or the cloth diaper beneath until the key to the locked chain was produced.
The maid had now brushed Charlotte's hair back into a single pigtail and tied a blue and white-laced bonnet under Charlotte's chin. Finally she was made to don her black Mary Janes and was lead to the hallway to experience whatever trials awaited her in the nursery.
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