Mistress Mommy (8 page)
“Don’t forget to ask me, baby. You have to ask Mommy if you can come.”
The pacifier popped out of her mouth in record time. “Please, Mommy, may I come?”
“Not quite yet, baby. Not quite yet.”
Alicia was beside herself. She didn’t even know if she could not come. She’d never had to deny herself before. She began to frantically recite multiplication tables in her head. Run Algebraic equations. Recite Shakespeare. Anything to get her mind off of what her fingers – and what that awful butt plug, in Mommy’s sinister hands – were doing to her aching, reaching, craving body.
“You better put that pacifier back in your mouth, Alicia Marie, until you ask again, or I’m going to take the cane to your already beaten butt. Do you need to feel the cane on that welted bottom of yours? Is that what you need Mommy to do for you?”
Her hands left her kitty immediately and grabbed for the pacifier. She didn’t even answer her Mommy, in favor of pressing it into place. Her answer was a deep keening, a prayerful keening that let Mommy know, in absolutely no uncertain terms, that she definitely did not need to feel the cane on her already torn up cheeks.
“Stroke yourself, Alicia,” Mommy chided. “Just because I told you you can’t come doesn’t mean you can’t pleasure yourself.”
Alicia didn’t know how she could possibly manage to do the two at the same time and yet not end up having an orgasm, but she knew she had to try, and she did manage to do it. Soon, it began absolutely inevitable, and she dared to shed her pacifier and beg again.
“Please, Mommy, please, may I come?”
There was the longest silence Alicia had ever endured in her life before her Mommy said slowly, “Yes, Alicia, you may.”
It was that that the pumping of that plug into and out of her began in earnest. She couldn’t avoid it, and Mommy wouldn’t let up, even when she screamed with her ecstasy, she continued and drove her to a second and third peak easily, forcing every last drop of pleasure from her body, wringing her absolutely dry.
“Good girl.”
Mommy cleaned the both of them up thoroughly, and brought them down to the parlor to play.
Alicia’s first few days at the house all melded together as she settled into her very strict routine. A couple of new girls – and one boy – arrived, but their arrivals didn’t change anything about how she lived her life with Mommy. It changed her audience when she was spanked or changed sometimes, and who saw her drinking her bottle at the table or playing on the floor at Mommy’s feet, but that was about it.
But her idyllic existence was going to change shortly, because classes were going to begin, and Mommy had decided that, since she was so new, that she could wear pull ups to classes and use the facilities there, but that she would have to be back in diapers the moment she came home. Mommy shopped for her clothes. Alicia was kind of surprised that she had no input about them whatsoever – Mommy never even asked her about them; she simply appeared in her room with a bunch of them and put them into her closet. They were mostly pastels and solid colors, round collared blouses and absolutely no pants.
Pants – unless necessary for a school function – were verboten in the house.
The skirts were ordered from online, the typical schoolgirl fashion from England, although they weren’t in the usual horrid plaid, they were in a much prettier, albeit more babyish pastel plaid, but they were very short.
And she might have one the war about using the facilities and being able to wear pull ups rather than full blown diapers while she was in school, but one thing Mommy did insist on was that she wear frilly rumba panties over her pull ups, and, of course, under her very short skirt. It would be embarrassing, but much less so, to her, than wearing diapers.
As it turned out, she only had one class on Mondays, three on Tuesdays and Thursdays, none on Wednesdays, and one on Fridays. So, when Mommy’s ladies’ group met that next Wednesday, she was home.
And Mommy had deemed that Wednesdays at home would be, for her, like any other day at home, and follow the usual schedule. Now, since visitors would be coming, she would be expected to be on her best behavior. She would forego her usual afternoon nap and would play quietly on a blanket in the parlor with Mommy and the other women. It went without saying that if she fussed or caused any sort of problem, that Mommy wouldn’t hesitate to correct her in front of those women.
What Alicia didn’t know was that this was a meeting of women in the New England area who all did was her Mommy did. They usually got together once a month or so at each other’s places, to talk about how things are going, trade “child’ rearing tips, and generally kvetch about life, and eat great food.
Mommy was all aflutter all morning. Alicia would never have believed she could be so nervous and distracted. Since she was going to miss her afternoon nap, Alicia was put down for her morning nap earlier than usual, and kept their later. Lunch was, of course, a bottle, and it was given to her in a much less formal setting. The others were in school, and would be until well past the time the women would be gone, so Alicia was the only representative of Mommy’s kids.
Mommy fussed over her hair and dress, everything had to be just so. She was put into a very pretty party dress with a pink fitted bodice and a white skirt with a lacy overlay that had pastel flowers embroidered all over it. It was gorgeous. There were lacy tights and beautiful pink paten leather shoes. She felt like a fairy princess, and actually squealed when Mommy put a cute little tiara in her hair.
She and Mommy greeted everyone at the door, but then Alicia was relegated to a beautiful velour blanket to one side of the room, near Mommy, with some stuffies and a couple of books to play with quietly. She was very, very good.
At one point, though, one of the women, of which there were four other besides Mommy, commented on how well behaved Alicia was being, and called her over to her. Alicia looked to Mommy first for permission, and all of the women nodded at how well trained she was so early on. Mommy, of course, nodded that it was all right.
The woman, Belle, held Alicia’s hands, and turned her around, like she was a doll or something, telling her how pretty she was and what a compliment she was to her Mommy. Alicia nodded her head and tried to make her way back to her blanket.
But the woman next to Belle grabbed Alicia’s hand and put her palm to Alicia’s forehead. “Margot, I think maybe she has a fever.”
That was the end of any remnant of dignity for poor Alicia. Each woman then had to feel her forehead as she was passed on down the line to her Mommy, who was at the very end, of course. By then, she’d been felt up by all of them and endured it with brave courage. They’d all patted her bottom, some of them had gone so far as to check whether or not she was wet and inquire whether or not she’d gone today. Some of them suggested enemas, which had her eyes widening in real alarm, and others were about ready, she swore, to take her over their own laps and take her temperature right then and there.
But what did happen wasn’t any better than what might have happened, really. Because once she was, what she thought would be safe in her Mommy’s arms, her Mommy upended her over her lap and pulled those pretty, lacy tights down to her ankles, where her rhumba panties soon joined them, then opened her diaper and put at hugely thick thermometer into her bottom, right there in front of all of those women! Alicia was flabbergasted, but she knew she could neither say nor do anything. Mommy’s hand was right there, covering the thermometer, and she knew she wouldn’t hesitate to correct her, and then she knew she’d get it twice as bad – at least – after the women had left.
So she had to suffer the ignominy of having to have her temperature taken over her Mommy’s lap while five pairs of eyes ogled her bottom. And she was sure they could see the remnants of all of her spankings, since they weren’t shy about commenting on it.
“It looks like someone’s been a bit of a handful,” one of them said with a chuckle.
Mommy patted her bottom, but Alicia drew absolutely no comfort. “She’s coming along nicely, I think.”
“Have you had to use the cane yet?”
Margot shook her head. “No, not yet, but I’ll tell you something surprising about her that I would never have suspected in this day and age.”
Alicia wanted to crawl under the carpet, because she knew what her Mommy was going to say.
“She’s a virgin.”
The gasps around the room had Alicia just about fainting from the embarrassment. “Wow. How’d you manage that?”
“I don’t know! Just lucky I guess.”
“I don’t know,” one of them said. “That’s a bit of a chore.”
Mommy stuck up for her, though. “Not at all. That’s a gift.” She stroked Alicia’s hair, and she felt some better that Mommy felt that way.
“Yes, you’re lucky, Margot. She’s a rare treasure, that girl.” Alicia recognized Ronnie’s voice.
Finally, Mommy took that awful thing out of her bottom, but of course, she didn’t let Alicia up immediately. “My, my, my, Gloria, I think you’re right. She’s at a hundred and one. Well, up to bed with you, sweetie pie. I’ll be back down in a minute, ladies.”
Alicia found herself stuffed back into bed, minus the plug and the pacifier, in case she was sick, and she was. The next couple of days were a blur, and Mommy took magnificent care of her, and let her professors know she was sick, and got her work for her to work on as she began to feel better. And, unlike if she had been living alone, she actually was required to work on it when she did feel better.
Eventually, she got back to school, and had to learn how to deal with the pull ups and the rumba panties and the strict rules her Mommy made her live by. She couldn’t go out with friends after school, because she had to be home by a certain time every day. She didn’t have a social life.
But she always had her homework done, and she got good grades... or else, and her professors loved her.
Mommy had decided that her virginity needed to be dealt with, and that it would be something that would be between the two of them, on a weekend night when her bed time was a little – although not much, looser.
She’d graduated to foods other than a bottle, although if she was naughty she was put back on the bottle, and Mommy kept strict control of what she ate and what she didn’t, even when she was at school. She brought her food from home, and was strictly forbidden to eat junk food or soda.
All in all, Alicia was surprisingly, obscenely happy. She made friends outside of the household, but mostly her friends were the ones she lived with, except, of course, for Amy. Kennedy had become a fast friend, but she was leaving at the winter break in December, but Alicia had been invited to the wedding, and Mommy had said she’d see about whether or not Licia could go.
She felt like she fit into a place for the first time in her life – strict and restricted worked for her.
She was happy.
The End
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