Elaine's Story (PT 1)
ELAINE'S STORY PART 1
(Portions of this story are true (I know for a fact that Elaine does wet the bed)...the rest are...shall we say... creative license.)
Many people had worked for me over the years. At one point, ten of them reported directly to me. Most were junior accountants, a couple already had their CPAs. None were like Elaine.
Elaine was the most polished person who ever worked for me. However, when we were on an audit in Baltimore, MD one week, our relationship changed forever.
Elaine was about 10 years younger than I was. We normally traveled to audits together but on this occasion she was coming back from a vacation to meet me for the audit so we traveled separately to the hotel.
I was hanging out in the hotel bar area enjoying Sunday Night Football when I saw Elaine come in. She apparently had already checked in, because all she had with her was a package from Target. I motioned to her to come join me for a drink...she liked to drink... but this time she said no--she had to go to her room.
I asked again...just one drink. She said, "okay" and I ordered her a Cosmopolitan--her favorite drink.
We made small talk while the waitress went to get her drink; she had enjoyed a nice weekend visiting an aunt and uncle in Florida.
I don't know if she was attracted to me, but I know that I was attracted to her.
We both enjoyed our drink...and then another. I thought that the evening was over when she got up, but she just excused herself to use the restroom.
When she returned, she stumbled into the Target bag that she had brought in, knocking the contents out. When I went to help her pick them up, I realized that the only thing in the bag were four disposable diapers. (I later learned that the box was in her rental car.)
Her eyes met mine with a sense of shame and she said "You can't EVER tell anyone about this. I am sooo embarrassed." She began to sob softly.
"It's okay", I said. "Of course I won't say anything" What could I say?
"Do you want to go to your room?" I asked.
"I probably should...but I think that I need another drink." We had a drink quietly together. Our inhibitions both relaxed a bit, she volunteered: "I was a bedwetter until high school and then stopped completely...for six years! Over the last few years, I've been wetting the bed again--for whatever reason it happens much more frequently when I travel."
That was a problem -- Elaine was a platinum card carrier for several hotel chains due to our audit work.
"Does David know?", I asked. David was Elaine's new boyfriend. They had only been seeing each other a month.
"Not yet."
"Elaine, this is probably too personal a question, but has anyone ever diapered you?"
"Other than my parents and an older sister, no."
..then with a twinkle in her eye, she said "But I wouldn't be against the idea."
I looked at her and she looked at me..."will you carry my package upstairs?" she asked.
"Sure". I wasn't sure exactly where this was going, but it was certainly an interesting evening.
We got to her room, she took the package from my hands and said "Well you are going to help me get ready for bed, aren't you?"
My knees knocked, and I said "Yes, of course".
We stepped into her room and she took the bath robe out of the closet and slipped into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally the door opened and she came into the room, holding a warm washcloth and a tube of diaper cream.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to", she said.
"I'll only do it if you want me too", I replied.
"I need to get ready for bed. Please help me."
I had never dreamed on diapering Elaine but I had thought of taking her over my knee from time to time.
"One condition -- if I put your diaper on; I take your diaper off. And if it's wet, after I clean you up, you will be spanked."
"My parents used to spank me a lot -- for wetting and other things. I haven't been spanked since I pledged Tri-Delt (a sorority), but I understand."
OK...with that I pulled back the blanket and asked Elaine to lay down. It was only then that I realized that the bed already had a rubber sheet on it. I looked puzzled when she said "It's in my (hotel) profile. They always put one on for me."
Elaine started to giggle as I tried to undo her robe; she had knotted it pretty tightly. She stood up and unknotted it...and then lay back down.
I took one of the diapers out of the Target bag and unfolded it. I asked "ready"; she said "Definitely".
With that, I pulled open her robe. She was as beautiful as I imagined, without a single hair.
I gently used the washcloth on her thighs and on her diaper area--she sighed heavily as I put the diaper cream on her inner thighs, rubbing it in until it nearly dissolved.
I raised her legs and slid the clean diaper under her and gently raised it to surround her. I pulled the tapes tight and made sure that the leg guards were out.
Elaine was diapered for the evening.
"Wow" she said. "I've dreaded these diapers all my life...but not tonight."
Good night Elaine. Sleep tight.
..to be continued...
Written By: Elaine