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1
“You’ve really done it this time!” Teresa’s father bellowed.

“And look what you’ve done to your dress?” added her mother in a shrill accusatory tone.

Teresa lowered her head in shame, blushing furiously as her mother held up her wet dress and inspected her.

“I didn’t mean to,” she said meekly. “It was an accident; honest it was.”

“Oh....an accident she says?” mocked her mother.

“I..” Teresa began.

“Silence!” her father boomed. “You are aware that you are now in your 17th year?”

“Yes,” Teresa answered.

“And you are aware that Alexis III, Prince of Castille and ambassador to His Majesty’s royal kingdom, will be visiting this very town tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“And, you are aware, that the purpose of his visit is to seek a fair young lady’s hand in marriage?”

“Yes.”

“Well if you know all these things, dear daughter, then why do you insist on wetting yourself like an infant?”

“God forbid something like this should happen tomorrow!” her mother exclaimed.

“We’d best see to it that it doesn’t,” her father suggested.

“Yes,” her mother concurred.

“Is Terry to be punished?” asked 5 year old Jacob.

“Yes,” said Richard, their father. “Now go along and do your chores. Your mother will be in to read to you later.”

“Did she wet her knickers again?” questioned Jacob.

“Run along now,” urged Constance, his mother.

“Now,” said Richard, looking at his pitifully sobbing daughter without compassion. “What is to be done with you?”

“This is the third time this week you’ve wet yourself!” Constance scolded. “Your brother is but 5 and more grown than you. Why must you bring such embarrassment to us?”

“Please,” Teresa said between sobs. “I didn’t mean to. I...I’ll be good....I promise.”

“Oh I’m sure you will,” said Richard. “But I believe a little reminder is in order. Don’t you dear?”

“Yes,” Constance agreed. “If she insists on playing the part of an infant, ruining her clothes and throwing tantrums, then we might as well treat her as one. You warm her little bottom and then I’ll put her into nappies.”

“Nappies?” Teresa asked, alarmed. Her mother had made the threat in the past, but surely she said it in jest. An even bigger concern was the spanking her father was about to give her. Teresa tried to bring a halt to her tears as best she could. She would have plenty to cry about later....she was sure of it.

“Now,” said Richard, adjusting his position on the wooden stool. “Keep that dress up. If it should fall but once, you’ll get more than the palm of my hand.”

“Yes, father,” Teresa replied and held her dress up, revealing a pair of very wet cotton panties. What had once been a snowy white was now an unsightly yellow. It was a visual reminder of Teresa’s shame at her constant accidents. She hated wetting herself and she hated the humiliation and often punishment that followed. Why didn’t anybody believe her when she said she didn’t mean to do it? She would have given anything to stop wetting. All the others her age teased her. Even Jacob, who was half her height, often chided her.

Richard efficiently pulled down his daughter’s wet panties and until they were around her ankles. He then ordered her to approach his lap and lean over.

“The next time you think of wetting your knickers,” he said morosely. “I hope you remember this.”

He brought his hand down in a fierce blow across her prone bottom and she let out a little yelp. She tried not to cry too much...for if she did, he punishment would only worsen. Nonetheless, she was sobbing like a baby after twenty strikes of her father's hand. It was only befitting.....for it was then her mother’s turn to diaper her.

“Come along,” Constance said, dragging Teresa by her hand to her quarters.

“Out of that dress,” she snapped.

“Yes mother,” Teresa said obediently, her face tear-stricken and her voice choked with hurt. She got out of her dress and handed both it and her panties to her mother. Constance took them and left to set them in a basin of cold water. Teresa was temporarily alone and naked as the day she was born. It was only than that she realized why her parents had raised such a fit about her latest accident. The prince of Spain would be visiting here....her town and his eye would be upon the fair young girls. That included her! While she did not know the prince, she knew that he was a prince and that was enough. Marrying him would mean a life of ease for her and her family for as long as she lived. If she were to have another accident and embarrass herself in front of him.....such dreams would just as easily turn to nightmares.

Constance reentered the room carrying a stack of white cloth diapers.

“Mother,” Teresa pleaded. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to wet myself and I don’t want to wear nappies. Please....just give me another chance.”

“I know you don’t like this, dear,” Constance replied gently. “But your father and I have no other choice. You are wearing nappies and I don’t want to hear another word about it. However.....if you are dry come morning, we will consider giving you another chance. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, mother,” Teresa said.

“Now lay down so I can put these on you.”

Teresa lay on her bed (a straw mattress covered by a single sheet) and allowed her mother to slide the diapers under her.

“That’s a good girl,” Constance said, as she began to sew the diapers shut. Once Teresa was securely diapered, she was allowed to put on her nightshirt and say her prayers. Richard then entered to bid her goodnight.

“Sleep well, my child,” he said. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

“Yes,” said Constance as she tucked her into bed. “The Prince awaits.”

They both gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving her to sleep.

Now alone, Teresa began to feel scared. Her diapers were so thick that she could not move her legs together. She tosses and turned for several minutes seeking a comfortable sleeping position. Her biggest concern, however, would be that she would not be able to keep herself dry. The diapers were sewn shut, precluding any attempt she might have to remove them should nature call. She would just have to wait it out or suffer the consequences. Slowly, she fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.

2
“Teresa!” bellowed her mother from another room. “Tis about time for you to be awake.”

Teresa’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She had slept better than she had in years. The diapers, once she got used to them, proved to be fairly comfortable. She got out of bed to stretch....then froze. Her diapers were wet! They weren’t just slightly wet either; they were thoroughly soaked. Her face drew into an expression of horror. She would now be punished for certain.

Teresa looked quickly to the window near her bed. She could climb out through the window, run down to the stream, wash her diapers and wait until they dried. Then...she could come back and say she was picking flowers for the prince.....sure it would not be to hard to snag a few flowers along the way.

Teresa climbed on top of her bed and starting working her way through the window. Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her.

“Mother!” Jacob called. “Mother, come quick!”

Constance rushed into the room just to see Teresa half in and half out of a window.

“Jacob; finish your dressing,” she said.

“Why can’t I see her be punished?”

“It is you who will be punished, young man, if you do not do as you are told!”

“Yes, mother,” Jacob replied fearfully as he scurried along.

Teresa slowly backed out of the window to face her mother.

“Teresa Clarice Mayberry!” Constance shouted. “Just what do you think you are doing?!”

“I...” Teresa began, feeling her throat go dry.

“Come here,” Constance ordered. Teresa was reluctant. “I said come here!” She nervously approached and Constance reached a hand under her nightshirt. “Wet! Just as I thought!”

“Please, it was...”

“That’s enough from you,” Constance said grimly. “You still have several hours before the prince is set to arrive. During that time, you will be punished thoroughly.

Constance dragged Teresa by her hair into the kitchen and had her bend over a stool. Teresa’s wet diapers were then taken down and Teresa was made to watch as her mother waved them in front of her face and scolded her. Constance then grabbed a spoon and began to spank her daughter bare bottom. When Teresa began to yelp, she abruptly stopped.

Teresa thought she was off the hook, but was sorely mistaken. Constance returned with a piece of wood with a rope fastened to it. She shoved the wood into Teresa’s mouth so that it was between her teeth, thus preventing her from offering any further screams or words of protest. She then tied the rope behind her head, insuring it would not fall out.

“We can’t have you waking the entire bloody town, now can we?” Constance asked.

Teresa nodded in agreement and was reduced to no more than quiet cries as her mother spanked her.

When she was done, Constance took the diapers, which had been soaking in water during the spanking, and hung them to dry. She then took a cloth, wet it and began to bathe Teresa by hand. Teresa shivered as the water touched her, but could do nothing to object. When her diapers were dry, she was put back into them.....much to the amusement of Jacob, who had finished all he was told to do and was permitted to watch.

Teresa was then told to put on a dress....not her good dress, of course (that would be worn later), but something suitable for going into town. Going into town? Teresa removed her gag and began to argue. She simply could not be seen like this! Her protests earned her a few quick lashes to the thighs. After she was dressed, she was re-gagged and her hands were bound in front of her.

“Now,” said Constance, handing her a piece of paper. “You are to go to town, to the market and present this list to Mr. Cheevers.....he will give you what you need. You may visit your father at the blacksmith’s shop...but you are to make no other stops. I expect you back here promptly. If anyone should stop you or ask you about your condition, you will present to them this note. Now begone!”

Broken and embarrassed, Teresa nodded and walked out of the house.

3
The walk to town was a short one, but it felt like an eternity to Teresa. The bulk of the diapers continually pressed up against her, and she could even as much as hum a melody to pass time. Her tied wrists prevented her from removing either her gag or her diapers and she was forced to march solemnly on....dreading her inevitable encounter with anyone who would happen to see her.

Teresa’s first encounter was with Mr. Wilson by the edge of the road to town.

“Well if it isn’t young Teresa Mayberry,” he said while pushing his cart. “How are you doing today?”

Teresa shook her head, indicating she couldn’t answer. She then reluctantly showed Mr. Wilson, who was usually nice to her, the note.

“Being punished, eh?” he asked. “While I’m sure its for the best.”

Teresa nodded solemnly and continued to march. She saw no one else until she arrived in town. Then, she suddenly became the center of attention.

4
Teresa ignored the questions and cries of protest directed at her and tried to find the market. Unfortunately, she had the bad luck to encounter some of her peers along the way.

“Hey...wots this?” asked a boy her age. It was Bobby Richardson, whom she had secretly allowed to kiss her a few months ago. When Teresa started having accidents shortly after, she at first blamed Bobby’s kiss for prompting it and vowed not to let it happen again.

Teresa marched onward, trying to avoid eye contact with any of them.

“Well if it isn’t Teresa Mayberry,” said Esther Scholes. Esther was Teresa’s rival in many ways and the two quarreled often over which was prettier, which had the more respectable family, etc. “And look....she can’t talk back. Hi Teresa. I hope you swallow a frog!”

Teresa said nothing, but cast her a hateful glance.

“Hey...wots that bulge under her dress?” asked John Archer.

Teresa felt a wave of terror overcome her and released a few drops of pee into her diaper. It was bad enough that they could tell she was punished.....if they found out she was diapered like a baby as well, she would simply die. Luckily, the market was straight ahead and Teresa arrived without further incident.

“Yes?” asked Old Mr. Cheevers and Teresa approached. She handed him the paper and stared longingly at his stock of fruits....she had been sent away without breakfast. Cheevers took no notice of her discomfort and filled a basket with fruits and vegetables and bread and eggs. He then set the basket gingerly down onto Teresa’s arms, which were cupped in front of her.

“I hope this teaches you something,” he said snidely. “You kids are a rotten lot.”
On the verge of tears, Teresa turned away. The basket was heavy and difficult to manage, but Teresa would carry it. She had to. She just wished that there was some sort of reprieve. Then....she remembered her father worked at the blacksmith shop. She would find him and hope that he would take mercy on her.

5
Teresa was halfway between the market and the shop when suddenly she was shoved from behind and fell, spilling the contents of her basket. She tried to get up but felt herself being pinned down.

“I asked you wot that bulge in your dress woz,” said John Archer. “And now I’m gonna know.”

Teresa let out a muffled scream as he lifted her dress up.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed. “She's wearing nappies!”

“I always knew you were a baby,” Esther said before spitting on her. The three youths standing over her all broke out into laughter. Teresa was scared, but her fear was overcome by a burst of indignant anger. Even if she were to make it home unscathed....which was unlikely....her mother would punish her for losing the basket. AND IT WASN’T HER FAULT!

Teresa kicked as hard as she could and struck Bobby in the shin. He began to cry and scream, and Teresa rose to her feet and ran. She almost made it to the shop this time, but tripped over an unseen rock and fell. By the time she got back up, they were upon her again.

Esther dragged her by the hair and led her away from the shop and from anyone who could help her. Teresa let out more muffled screams, but did not struggle for fear of losing a good deal of her hair. Finally, they came to a stop near a large rock and was thrust unkindly forward so that she was leaning over it. It felt awkwardly like the stool in her kitchen.

“Lookit the baby!” Esther said haughtily. “Bawling her eyes out and walking around in nappies. The prince will have you all right.....for a jester in his court!”

Teresa shook her head. She didn’t want to believe what she was being told. She would get out of her and go home and fix everything. She had to.

“Let’s see if she’s wet yet,” John said and pressed one hand against her diapers. This startled her so much that she did in fact wet herself. “Wot do you know!” John remarked. “She actually wet em.”

Esther then felt Teresa's wet diapers and began laughing.

“She did, she did,” Esther chanted.

“You want to feel, Bobby?” asked John.

“No...but I’d much rather like to give her a spanking. Look wot she did to my leg?”

“Yes,” Esther agreed. “She’s been a bad little girl.”

Teresa cringed as she anticipated her third spanking of the day. Her diapers, which felt comforting to her aching bottom, would undoubtedly be stripped. She listened as Esther talked about how they would be dipped in pond water before being put back on Teresa. Bobby then added that he would kiss her all he pleased and she would do nothing to stop her. Teresa began to struggle and squirm as Bobby approached with a sharpened twig to cut the seem of her diapers.

“Quit moving or he’ll cut your face instead,” John threatened.

Teresa gulped and forced herself to remain still as the inevitable happened.

Suddenly, she heard the rustling of leaves that signaled that somebody else was approaching.

6
“Leave her alone,” commanded a voice. It was not one that Teresa recognized. Her aggressors turned to face this newcomer, and as their grip on her relaxed, so did Teresa. He was a peasant, clad in raggedy robes from head to toe and carrying an old wooden staff.

“Ah, it’s just a bloody peasant,” said John. “Go on out of here before I rough you up.”

“If you don’t take your hands off of her, you’ll be roughed up.”

“Leave us, knave!” Esther commanded as she hurled a rock at him.

“Don’t you know better than to pick on someone who can’t find back?” the peasant inquired.

“Let’s teach this ‘un a lesson,” said Bobby. He passed the sharpened stick to John, who exceeded him by six inches and was the third tallest man in town. John took the weapon, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Tell me, rogue,” he said roughly. “Which leg do you want to keep?”

“I’ll keep both,” replied the peasant, and swiftly clubbed John’s arm with his staff. John dropped to the ground in pain and the peasant took his weapon.

“The rest of you right ought to be ashamed,” he said. “You owe an apology.”

“I’ll not apologize to you!” Esther said, and ran off.

Bobby soon followed, running in the opposite direction. John rose to his feet and ran as well, vowing vengeance as he passed. That left only Teresa, still bound, gagged and diapered, alone with the low creature who had saved her.

“All you all right?” the peasant asked.

Teresa shook her head.

“I’ll see if I can’t get you home,” he said, and helped her rise to her feet. Teresa tried to look into his eyes, but his face was obscured by a loose-fitting hood. He helped Teresa walk back towards where she came and she resolved to thank him as soon as she could speak. Before they could take another step, however, Richard emerged carrying a hammer.

7
“Halt, you scoundrel!” he commanded. “You’ll not take my daughter.”

Teresa shook her head. This man had saved her.....and although he bore the appearance of a common ruffian, he deserved kindness, not anger.

“It’s allright, dear,” Richard said. “I heard from young Master Archer about how you were accosted by a man in the woods. Now you’ll do best to turn her over this instant, ragged thief....else you prefer the grave to the dungeon.”

“Actually,” the peasant replied. “I prefer neither.”

He then removed his hood, revealing a head of long brown hair and striking eyes.

“And I am no thief,” he said. “But a prince. Alexis Corazzo at your service.”

Richard drew a look of blank shock across his weathered face.

“But...”

“You are misinformed, sir,” he said, handing him the note that Teresa had been carrying. “Your daughter has been punished by her mother for some transgression and was sent into town on an errand. She was accosted by several youths....not I.”

Richard and Teresa both stared at him in stark disbelief.

Alexis shed his rags, revealing a bold and prominent uniform beneath. He then pointed to a ring on his right hand. It was the signet ring of the Prince of Spain.

“Your majesty...” Richard asked humbly. “if I may ask....”

“I chose to take on the guise of a peasant,” he said. “To aide me in choosing my bride.”

“I beg your pardon, sire?”

“You see....I could have the most beautiful damsel in all the world by my side, but it would do me little good if she were scheming with my advisors to inherit the throne. I wanted someone pure of heart and decent in nature. In the entire course of my voyage, only your daughter has come close.”

“My daughter?”

“Yes. I watched her while she went to the market. People were frowning and mocking her, but she bore it down. She diligently carried a basket, which must have been very heavy, despite her discomfort....because she was asked to. If she were not assailed, she would have probably made it all the way home. Furthermore....she did not shy away from the sight of a dirty, uncouth peasant.”

Teresa blushed as Alexis sang her praises. How highly would he think of her if he knew that she tried to climb out of the window this morning? Or that she wet herself with growing regularity? She began to shiver and cringe.
“What is her name?” Alexis inquired.
“Teresa,” Richard replied.
“And yours, sir?”

“Richard Mayberry.”

“Mr. Mayberry....I request that you allow me to take your daughter to the royal court of Spain where I may entertain her and we might someday marry.”

“Marry?”

“Yes. As in to wed. If you object, then I shall bide by your decision of course.”

“No, sir....of course I don’t object! I mean....”

“Teresa” Alexis said, looking into the eyes of the helpless and frightened girl.

This was a dream, she told herself. The Prince of Spain would never take a naughty diaper wearing baby to be his bride. She kept expecting to wake up and find herself at home in bed (a very wet bed), but it never came. Finally, she resigned herself to the fact that this was really happening....and nodded.

8
Alexis saw Richard and Teresa home, gave them some specific instructions, and went back into town. By this time, his procession had arrived and the town was fully aware of his presence. Merchants paid tribute to him, making gifts of their wares. Young men demonstrated their proficiency at sport and local politicians attempted to convey what they considered to be their immense wisdom to the 22 year old prince.

The real purpose of his visit, of course, was to sample the young ladies. They approached him one by one and listed all their virtues as he examined them. Though he could gaze at their often breathtaking figures for days, he grew weary of their self-serving proclamations of greatness.

“Esther Scholes,” proclaimed his herald. “The carpenter’s daughter.”

Esther approached with a sly smile and stood in front of the prince with his hands tucked under her breasts.

“I am mature and worldly....far more a lady than you are likely to find around these parts, sir. I come from a good family, I go to church, I’ve taken lessons, and I know many dances.” Her tone dropped to one of pure seduction. “Pick me, sire....and you’ll not regret it.”

“Very good,” said Alexis dryly.

Esther stepped away with a winning smile. She felt she had made a good impression. Half of what she had said had been an exaggeration......but that didn’t matter. The only one in town who was nearly as beautiful as she was Teresa....and she dared not show her face today.

“Teresa Mayberry,” announced the herald. “The blacksmith’s daughter.”

Teresa stepped forward. She was wearing her good dress and her brown hair was decorated with rose petals. Underneath her dress, she was thickly and securely diapered. She felt a secret thrill knowing that she could wet herself in front of the whole town and nobody would know.

“I am...” Teresa proclaimed. “Myself”

There was a hearty chuckle amongst the crowd (Alexis included).

“Go on,” Alexis told her.

“I...um.....I always do what I’m told,” she said nervously. “Unless I know it to be wrong! Then I don’t do it. I say my prayers every night....not because I’m supposed to, but because I hope they will bring something better. I don’t know many dances and I haven’t taken lessons in a long time because I had to help raise my brother. I...um....have never been to Spain and don’t know the language. But I know every inch of this town and everyone in it. I love my mother and father and even my brother Jacob. I....don’t know what else to say. Pick me if you’d like.....sir.”

“Indeed,” Alexis proclaimed. “I would like that very much.”

The crowd burst into clamor and commotion as Teresa stepped into the prince’s arms.

“Order!” proclaimed the herald. “Order here!”

Esther walked away in a huff. Constance nearly fainted. Jacob stood slack jawed. He was not yet old enough to understand much....but the notion of his sister marrying a prince was well within his realm of comprehension. Richard looked at his daughter with a proud smile. He then looked at his hand, worn ragged by forging iron and thought, “no more.”

Alexis whispered in Teresa’s ear.

“You did very well.”

“Thank you....Alexis.”

“Aren’t you happy for yourself?”

“I’m wet actually.”

“I believe I can remedy that....”

9
Alexis dined with the family Mayberry at the local tavern and regaled them with his fathers exploits in war.

“I want to be a soldier when I grow up!” Jacob remarked.

“No....you don’t,” Alexis told him somberly. “Believe me, you don’t.”

After the meal the Mayberry’s hurried home. Teresa had to be packed and ready to leave come morning. Constance was in a frenzy.

“Should you bring many clothes?” she questioned. “Or will there be clothes there?”

“I don’t know,” Teresa answered. “Mother....may I bring my nappies?”

“Don’t be silly!”

“If she cannot control herself,” Richard said. “Perhaps it is best.”

“Very well,” Constance said, and continued to scurry about.

Later, after having her diapers changed, Teresa was tucked into bed. She still said her prayers.....even though something better had finally come.

10
Two months had passed and Teresa had seen much of Spain. She grew to like what she saw....however different it may be from her small and unassuming town. Alexis did not spoil her with riches, but instead slowly eased her into her new life. Her bladder control eventually degenerated to the point where she needed diapers all the time. Alexis didn’t mind (he even tended to changing her himself) and neither did Teresa.

The time finally came for them to return to England and make arrangements for a wedding. Teresa felt anxious about returning to her home town, but longed to see her family again. Jacob would now be six and perhaps taller than when she saw him last. She missed her father’s reassuring hand upon her shoulder and her mother’s gentle touch.

“Is something wrong?” Alexis asked as they approached town.

“No,” Teresa answered. “I was just thinking.”

They entered town and Teresa found it much the same as when they had left. Alexis was greeted with the same treatment as when he came the first time, and was ushered into the tavern to be toasted. He agreed and Teresa followed.

She saw a strange sight by the bar. John Archer and Bobby Richardson were drinking pints of lager. Their faces looked older and their hands were scarred from working. They noticed Teresa staring at them and shot her back a humble glance. She laughed and turned away.

After tavern, they continued towards Teresa’s home. Along the way, they saw another strange sight. A woman was stopped by the side of the road under a tree with her daughter over her lap.

“You ingrate!” she shouted. “It’s bad enough that your father lost his good hand at the shop. Now I have to find that you stole from the market because you are too lazy and haughty to do a little work in your life? It’s a month of nappies for you, long lady....as soon as I finish giving you a long, hard spanking!”

As they got closed, Teresa noticed that the daughter’s hands were bound behind her back and a wooden gag was stifling her cries. She cringed in remembrance of her own punishment and was about to urge her soon to be husband to intercede when she saw the face of the victim. It was Esther Scholes. She was crying and her face was red with shame. Though not vindictive in the least, Teresa couldn’t help but smile.

At home, Teresa and Alexis were given a warm welcome. Jacob had indeed grown and was still intent on joining the army when he came of age. Richard had taken the sum that Alexis had given him and invested it in several businesses. He was now the second most prosperous merchant in town....behind Old Man Cheevers. Following the success of Teresa, Constance was asked by several other concerned parents for help in managing their sons and daughters. She did her best to oblige, but refused to overstep her bounds.

The wedding was set for a month away. Alexis dispensed with as much of the formalities as he could when it came down to planning and abided by many of Teresa’s (and her family’s) wishes. They both agreed that Teresa should be diapered under her wedding gown to avoid any sudden accidents and also that her bridesmaids should be diapered as well (wearing a diaper was a small price to pay for the privilege of attending a royal wedding). Teresa slept easily that night after having her wet diapers changed and dreamed of the wonderful life that was about to become hers.

The End