Time Out (20 page)

“I need to be changed, Robby.” Cassie whispered.

“Ok.  Give me a minute to finish here and I’ll take care of it,” came his cheerful answer.

His answer confused Cassie.  When did he become interested in infantilism?  She quietly watched as Rob made her a bath and picked out some clothes for her before he called her into the bathroom.  She looked away as he undressed her, throwing the soiled diaper into the trash, and then lifted her into the tub, careful of the bruises that angrily marked her bottom.  The heat made her yelp, but she slowly settled into the water where Rob proceeded to wash her thoroughly. His touch was gentle, but not at all sexual.  It saddened her, she wanted to be a big girl under his talented fingers.  She sighed, realizing that this withholding of pleasure was part of her punishment for acting like a spoiled, little brat.

“Can you please take that plug out now? I need to go.” Cassie asked shyly.  Rob nodded, deflating the plug and pulling it out gently under the water.  Cassie felt overly stretched and unable to  squeeze her muscles. She stared at him when he lifted her out of the tub and sat her on the toilet.

“When you’re done, call me and I’ll put you back into the bath.  Do not go in by yourself,”  Rob ordered sternly. “I’ll be right back.”

Cassie inhaled deeply; grateful that he was allowing her this little bit of dignity!

Chapter Twelve

Suzanne fawned all over Cassie as she stood prettily before her, adorned in a little purple and white playsuit with balloons on the pockets.  She had her favorite sparkly sneakers on with frilly socks and her hair in two high ponytails, tied with ribbons.  She was relieved when Bryon told her she didn’t need to wear diapers or drink out of a bottle since she learned her lesson.

Cassie watched as her three stepbrothers drove off, and then followed Suzanne into the big house.  Suzanne sat on her cozy white couch and held out her arms for the tiny girl.

“I missed you, my little one.  How’s your poor bottom feel?” Suzanne asked, pulling the little girl/woman onto her lap and holding her lovingly. 

Cassie leaned against her. “I have bad ows, Auntie. And my bummy looks like someone did finger painting on it.”

“That bad?” Suzanne asked, seeing the nod. She kissed the girl’s forehead. “If you want, I can put some special lotion on you.  Just don’t tell your Daddy or my bummy will look even worse.”

“I won’t.  Thank you.” Cassie giggled, holding Suzanne’s hand as she led the girl into her bedroom.  Cassie loved Suzanne’s room, it made her feel like a princess locked away in a beautiful tower. With Suanne’s help, she climbed up onto the high bed and carefully sat with her legs stretched out in front of her.  Suzanne produced a tube and sat down next to her.

“Why don’t you lay across my lap, honey.  It’s easier for me to see your ow and take care of you.”

Cassie silently and trustingly, obeyed.  She had never been exposed to Suzanne before, but she hurt so badly that her modesty didn’t matter.  She just needed some sort of sympathy and relief.  Suzanne was providing both. The woman’s long, smooth fingers felt good against the puffy and welted peaks of Cassie’s bottom, while sparks of sharp stings were felt as Suzanne rubbed the cream into the bruises of her sit spot and upper thighs. “My poor, poor little thing.  Your Daddy was certainly upset with you this time, wasn’t he?  Robby, too. What else did they do?”

“They plugged me with an awful thing and made me wear diapers and use a bottle.” Cassie whimpered, relaxing under Suzanne’s gentle stroking.

“How did that make you feel?”

“Terrible and embarrassing. Ow.”

“I’m sorry, honey.  Just trying to work this cream into this bruise.  Is that all you felt?  You didn’t like it or feel comforted at any point?”

“I guess there was a point when Daddy was holding me with the bottle that I felt safe.  I think I fell asleep. I wouldn’t want to be a baby all the time.”

“Maybe just when you’re sick or if they really need to discipline you.  It seems to have made a difference in your submission, don’t you think?” Suzanne asked, her long hand resting on the tiny bottom.

“I guess so.  May I get up, please?”

“Of course.  Would you like a snack? I was thinking about baking cookies.”

“I love baking.  Can I help? Please?”

“Under one condition. I want to invite a guest over.”

“Who?” Cassie looked at her suspiciously.

“Does it matter?  I’ll let you decorate the cookies however you want to and we can have a tea party.  Well?”

“You want to invite Kristina, don’t you?” Cassie wrinkled her nose.

“You are way too smart for your own good.  Yes, I do.  The two of you need to get along and, without your Daddy around, I think this would be a good opportunity.  She’s a very nice little girl and you two have a lot in common.  She will probably become your sister, so you need to get used to this idea.”

“I don’t want a sister,” Cassie pouted.

“You love your Daddy, right? Then don’t take this from him. I want you to show me how well you can behave and make me proud, ok?”

“I’ll try.”

“Please do.  If there is any fighting, your bottom will end up being much sorer than it is now. Got it?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Good girl.  Now, let’s fix these little pants and we can go down in the kitchen a
nd get started,” Suz
anne said, standing the girl up in front of her and redressing her.  She left Cassie mixing the dough as she called Kristina and ordered her over to the house.

“But I have homework to do, remember? Bryon told me I was grounded.”

“Your Papa will not mind if I decide to watch over you today.  I want you here in one hour, no arguments.  Bring something so you can spend the night, too.”

“I don’t get off work until noon, though.”

“Very well, you can go home and get what you need, then come straight here.  I’m baking cookies and we’re going to decorate them for a tea party.”

Kristina felt a little thrill of excitement as Suzanne touched her ‘little girl’ inside of her. “Ok, Aunt Suzanne.  It sounds like fun.  Oh wait….” Kristina suddenly remembered something very important, “Isn’t Cassie there?”

“Yes, she is and you two are going to get along and have a fun time.  I’m going to get a DVD for you to watch together, too.  I trust you don’t want a repeat from yesterday, do you?”

“No, ma'am.  I’ll be good.”

By the time Kristin
a arrived, there were three dozen large sugar cookies baked and ready for decorating.  Cassie had prepared all kinds of different color royal icing and Suzanne took out cookie decorations to put on them.  Completely immersed as a little girl, Cassie found herself getting excited over the decoration time and upcoming tea party.  Suzanne had prepared a special table in her dining room, but she would not let her see it until Kristina arrived. She was covered with flour and icing dye when Kristina rang the bell.

Suzanne laughed, taking Cassie’s hand as she went to answer the door. “Krissy!  Come in, honey.  I’m so glad you came.  You remember Cassie?”

“Hi Cassie.” Kristina said quietly, suddenly wanting to laugh at the mess the girl had made of herself.

“Hi Krissy.” Cassie answered shyly, hiding behind Suzanne.

“You are quite the mess, young lady.  However, I suspect, you’re going to look even worse once the cookies are done.  Krissy? Let me take your things upstairs to your room while Cassie shows you all the stuff in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Suzanne.”

“Who am I?”

“Thank you, Aunt Suzanne.”

Her still aching bottom reminded Cassie to swallow
her pride and push aside her jealously
as she
took Krissy’s hand
and
led her into the large kitchen.  In the middle of the marble island sat bowls of decorations, candy and pipes of icing.  Suzanne had put one large cookie on each of the two plates for the girls to start. There were also two glasses of milk in Sippy cups.

“Wow.  When you decorate cookies, you don’t mess around.” Krissy commented, climbing up onto the high barstool.

“I like decorating cookies.  It’s fun.” Cassie said in a little girl voice, handing Krissy a dull spreading knife.  Krissy noticed th
at Cassie stayed standing and wondered why.  She
followed Cassie's example and the two girls were quiet for a few minutes as they concentrated on icing the top of their cookie.  Both had chosen purple, too.

“Cassie?”

“Yeah?” Cassie looked up at Krissy, a streak of purple on her cheek where she had wiped her face.

“I’m really sorry that I was so mean to you.  I didn’t want Bryon to like you more than me.”

“Daddy has a very big heart and he can love both of us.  You’ll just get to be his big girl, too.” Cassie said softly.

“Does it take a long time to get used to this? You seem so… comfortable.”

“Just play.  Don’t worry about what comes next. Unless it’s a spanking. THEN you need to worry. A lot.”

“Is that why you aren’t sitting on the stool?”

“Yeah, I got a big one last night from Daddy and Robby for getting drunk and running away.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I was mad at Daddy.  Because I thought he wouldn’t love me anymore since he found you.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Krissy said sincerely, finding that she liked this little girl and her innocence. “You’re really pretty
and he’s known you for a long time
.  I felt intimidated by it.”

“What's inditim….”

“Intimidate….. Oh… I felt ugly and was afraid Papa wouldn’t like me as much as he does you.” Krissy caught the hint.  Stop thinking like a grown up.

“You call him Papa?”

“Uh huh.  He’s your daddy and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“We’re brats, you know.” Cassie, the adult, grinned with a giggle.

“A little bit.” Kristina, the adult, giggled back.

The two girls were covered with icing by the time Suzanne returned.  She shook her head, laughing, as she observed them playing over the cookies.  They had stopped trying to make the confections pretty and now went for color and outrageous designs.  She also wondered, by looking at their mouths, how much icing and candy they had consumed.

“Are you two having fun?”

“Yes ma'am!” they both answered, “Look!”

She praised their ‘art work’ and started to clean up some of the mess on the counter as they continued to play and help each other with their task. “How about it you two take a break and get cleaned up?”

“But we didn’t finish all the cookies.” Cassie whined, eyeing the remaining six.

“Some of us don’t like tons of sugar lopped onto our cookies, baby girl.  The boys are going to love these, too, so let’s make sure we save some for them.  It’s almost lunchtime.  Why don’t you two get cleaned up and I’ll make lunch.  By the way, would you like macaroni and cheese for dinner?”

“I LOVE Mac and cheese!” Krissy clapped her hands gleefully.

“Good.  Clean up this mess while I get your bath ready.” Suzanne kissed both on the forehead and left the kitchen. 

Krissy looked at Cassie.  “Bath? Like together?”

“I don’t know.  It sounds like it.  I’m still getting used to this, too.  Don’t worry, you aren’t my type.” Cassie smiled, covering the bowls with plastic wrap and wiping off the counter.

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know yet.  I think this is what we’re trying to figure out.  Last night, I was a baby and I hated it.”

“Did they make you wear a diaper?” Kristina sounded shocked.

“And drink out of a bottle.  After I got the worse spanking of my life.  I guess you’ll be seeing that, too.” Cassie sounded embarrassed, looking down.

Kristina hugged her. “I suppose we better get used to this.  We might end up being sisters.  I think I will have more fun with you than my real sisters.”

“I’m still scared that Bryon will go away.”

“He won’t.  He made that very clear to me.” Kristina sounded sad.

“I would feel terrible if Rob told me that about someone else.  I’m sorry.” Cassie looked upset, realizing the impact the news must have had on the other girl.

“Let’s just try to work through this, ok?”

“You two look like you’re pretending to be grownups.  Why the long faces?”

“We were just talking about Daddy and how it made us feel.” Cassie said, accepting the woman’s hand.

“You have the best Daddy in the world, my sweet.  And you,” she kissed Krissy’s temple, taking her hand as well, “have the best Papa and uncle in the world, too.  There is so much love in this little family that you won’t know what to do about it.  From what I hear, you will also be getting a grandpa, too.”

“Only, don’t call him that.  It will make him feel old.” Cassie giggled, thinking of the look on Bill’s face if they incorporated him into their age-play.

“Girls? Come upst
airs.  It’s bath time.” Suzanne called.  The two trotted to the big bedroom where Suzanne had filled the Jacuzzi tub with TONS of bubbles and toys.
They looked
at Suzanne for instructions.