Mistress Mommy (3 page)

“And if you do, I will never let you go. You will be my child, forever, to raise as I please. You can stay with me throughout all of your studies – post graduate, included, and remain a baby, if that’s what I think you need. If you like, I can procure you a husband, who will continue to raise you in the same vein as I have. Kennedy has chosen to have me do that for her. She will leave the house when she graduates at the end of the fall semester, and she will marry a husband of my choosing in the spring.”

Alicia looked nonplussed, as if she’d hit her limit of information, or maybe even gone a bit beyond it.

“Why don’t you toddle on home, sweetie? I think I’ve piled enough on you for today. You feel free to call me any time you like if you have any questions. I have your number on my phone if I need to contact you. Remember, I want to hear from you in three days. That would be no later than Thursday. As a matter of fact, I want you to come here Thursday at two to tell me what your decision is. I know classes don’t start until next week, so you shouldn’t have anything going on... “ She looked at Alicia expectantly.

“I don’t think I do,” Alicia bit her lip, not entirely sure.

“You may call me and we’ll talk if you do.” Margot gave Alicia a pink appointment card, and Alicia was reminded of the ones she got at the dentist. Margot rose and Alicia followed dutifully behind her. “One more thing. Regardless of whatever your decision is, whether you come to stay with me or not, you are not allowed to touch yourself until you give me your decision three days from now. Say that for me now.”

Blushing furiously, Alicia repeated, “I’m – I’m not uh, not allowed to touch my-myself until I give you my decision three days from now.”

“Good girl.”

They went to the door, where Alicia turned around suddenly and said, “You didn’t mention how much it was for room and board.”

Margot almost giggled. “Oh, silly, I don’t charge my girls for room and board. They pay in... other ways.”

Not entirely sure she was happy with that answer, Alicia never the less allowed herself to be hugged tightly and gently hustled out the door. “Oh. This is the last thing, I promise. If you decide to stay, you must bring me a copy of your birth certificate and a photo id, as proof of your age.”

Alicia nodded and continued on her way, her mind full of the possibilities.

Chapter Two

It didn’t take Alicia three days to make up her mind. She knew, probably before she left the house, that she was going to come back. There was no way she could pass up such an opportunity to live in a house like that. It would be living out a fantasy that had been tucked away in the back of her mind, largely examined only in the dark of night, for so long... Dear God it was horribly hard to follow that last edict, though, and refrain from pleasuring herself. Having found exactly what she wanted, there was nothing she craved more than the satisfaction of fantasizing about it to completion.

But she didn’t, and she was damned proud of herself for not doing so, but she swore she could barely walk for the ache between her legs by that third day.

It was Keri that was the spoilsport in the whole equation, only Alicia couldn’t be angry at her. She must’ve thought she was out of her mind. 

Not that she let that stop her.

She hadn’t called Mistress, nor had she been called, which was a good thing because she was frantically busy trying to get ready for classes. But she was there for her meeting, if a little bit early, birth certificate and driver’s license tucked into her purse. The maid, Ella, opened the door and had her sit in the foyer for a few minutes. The door to the parlor where she’d first sat and talked with Mistress was open, and she could hear that someone was undergoing a most severe physical reprimand. Each swat reverberated in the foyer and in Alicia’s head, to say nothing of the moans and groans, which she had to assume were being muffled by something, because she was sure that, from the sounds of those most disturbing cracks, whoever it was that was on the receiving end of the was desperately wanting to scream from them.

She had to wonder if this had been planned by Mistress so that she’d hear it when she arrived...

Finally, ages later, Alicia was sure, the spanking finally stopped. She could hear low, soft voices, then saw Amy walking slowly out of the parlor, plaid schoolgirl skirt up around her waist, her panties in her hands, bright red bottom bouncing as she bounded up the stairs.

Mistress was in a gorgeous azure blue robe like ensemble this time when she came into the foyer. “You’re early.”

Alicia couldn’t tell if that was a good thing in her book or not. Most people thought it was good. Better than being late.

She stood up.

“Come into the parlor.”

Said the spider to the fly, Alicia finished automatically from the nursery rhyme her mother used to read to her. This situation had definite correlations. She walked past Mistress and into the parlor, assuming the same seat she’d had before.

“So. You didn’t call me at all. I take it then that you had no questions whatsoever about living in this house?”

“Not really.”

Margot frowned, and Alicia was already realizing that that wasn’t an expression she wanted to see on that face. “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. What have you decided?”

Alicia bit her lip and said, “I want to stay here.”

She was surprised and amazed when she found herself clasped to Mistress’s ample bosom. “And excellent decision that I promise you won’t regret, little one.”

The first thing she had to do was sign some legal paperwork that she was required to actually read, as if there was going to be a quiz on it later. And Alicia wasn’t at all sure there wasn’t going to be, so she actually did read it, not that she necessarily understood what she was reading. Once that was taken care of, Mistress stood in front of her and said, “Strip.”

Alicia’s mouth gaped open, but she didn’t move.

“What did I tell you the first time you were here?”

She gulped loudly. “That you don’t like to repeat yourself,” she answered, quietly but clearly.

“Good girl.”

Afraid to wait too long to comply, Alicia’s fingers went immediately to the buttons of her baby doll shirt, but she was, understandably, doing it slowly. She was in a place she didn’t know very well, standing in front of a woman she didn’t know very well, and she wasn’t in much of a hurry to strip down, despite the fact that she knew that there was a spanking in the offing if she didn’t comply.

Mistress was fussing with something else, and wasn’t even looking at her, but still said with complete authority, as if she knew from previous experience that Alicia would be moving at a snail’s pace, “Believe me, chica, you don’t want me to have to undress you.”

That hastened Alicia’s movements considerably, at least until she got down to her bra and panties, when things came back down to a crawl. She was just reaching around to the back to unhook her bra when Mistress turned around and saw that she still had some clothes on. Within seconds, Alicia was nude, her bra and panties casualties from the huge shears Mistress yielded with alacrity then holstered in her sewing kit next to her lounge.

“When I say strip, I mean strip. Quickly and completely.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

Her street clothes were gathered up and put into a duffle bag. “You’ll get these back when you leave the house, hopefully four or more years from now. If you want them then. If I choose your partner, they’ll go to him or her at that point.”

She made Alicia stand, nude, in the middle of the room while she walked around her, inspecting. “Is your hair colored?”

Alicia considered the question, but apparently took entirely too long doing so for her Mistress, and received a sharp swat on her backside for her troubles. “Ow! I had to think whether or not it was!”

She was rewarded for her explanation by a series of hard smacks. “First, you can dispense with the ‘ows’ and ‘ohs’, especially since you’ve barely been touched. Secondly, I don’t like that tone. I don’t need explanations. Just answer the question.”

“No, Mistress, it’s not.” She couldn’t help but sniffle a little, thinking she might just have made the absolute wrong decision. Still, she tried to stand as straight as she could, trying to ignore the fact that her nipples were also standing stiff and straight, only partially because she was kind of cold.

Of course Margot noticed those peaked nipples, but let them alone for the time being. She was more intrigued by the run wild thatch of hair that cropped up between the slender columns of Alicia’s thighs. She reached down and cupped that area, giving the girl a start. “This will have to go immediately, of course. You’re much too young to have hair down there, girl.”

She put her head next to Alicia’s ear and whispered, “Spread your legs wide for me like a good girl.”

Stifling a moan, since she’d already been chastised for her verbalizations, Licia shifted each of her feet apart without lifting them until they were an uncomfortable distance apart, almost unbalancing her. Margot just tipped her a bit towards her, so she had to lean on her to maintain her balance, not allowing her to close her legs one bit.

“Oh, my. What is this? I think we need to get you into a diaper as soon as possible, baby girl. You’re drenched.” She used some of the copious liquid that Alicia’s body was producing to rub over and over that rigid bud at the top of her lips. Alicia could barely stand as the teasing went on and on. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that you’re not allowed pleasure without permission, and you’re certainly not allowed to pleasure yourself under any circumstances.”

The fingers left her hanging, engorged and aching and throbbing, to attempt to take possession of that empty part of her that had never been tried. When her index finger found itself turned away, Margot took her hand away and stood back from Alicia a little. “You’re a virgin?” She sounded a bit skeptical, as if she couldn’t quite believe what her own fingers had told her.

“Yes.”

“My, my, my, girl, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you.” She had her hands in Licia’s hair, undoing the ponytail and raking her fingers, that were still wet with Alicia’s juices, through her hair to pull the braiding out.

Mistress had moved behind her, and once she’d finished loosing her hair down her back, she pushed Alicia forward so that she had to bend over at the waist, which was an extremely embarrassing position. But that wasn’t half as embarrassing as what happened next.

Apparently various lubricants were kept all over the room, because a slim, well lubricated finger was pressed carefully into her bottom hole, right where she was. It was wiggled around, twisted and turned and pressed in and out several times.

And then there was a knock at the door. Alicia made to straighten up and step away.

“Don’t you move one muscle, Alicia Barnes, or your first paddling will come well before it’s supposed to.”

Dear God she wanted to move. In truth, she wanted to run right out the door and down the street, clothes or no clothes. What had she gotten herself into? Was she crazy?

Crazy enough that her own juices were right now running down the insides of her legs, even though there was who knew what on the other side of that door.

“Come in.”

Two worse words were never spoken, as far as Licia was concerned.

It was Kennedy. Alicia was only glad she couldn’t see her, although it was bad enough that she knew Kennedy could see entirely too much of her.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m home, Momma.”

“Good girl. Upstairs for your nap, Princess.”

“But Momma – “

“Princess.” The word held a wealth of warning.

“Yes, Momma.”

Alicia was never more thankful to hear a door close in all her life.

But that finger in her bottom reminded her – all too well – that she wasn’t free to act when she wanted to any more. It pumped mercilessly in and out of her while she was lectured as to the finer points of obedience. “You do not move unless I say you can. Do you understand me?”

“Yes - Ma’am.”

In. Out. In hard. Out fast. In hard again. “You’re a baby. There’s no embarrassment. No shame. I can and will strip you any time I like – to change your clothes or your diaper, in front of anyone. I will punish you and time and in any manner I see fit and in front of anyone. Any of the girls – or boys – that are here in good standing – may also stand in for me at any time if they’re designated to babysit you.”

Babysit? 

“Yes, I said babysit. You’re too young to be left alone. You’ll be put on a schedule that works around your classes. You’ll take naps, do your homework, be fed, have play time, corner time, punishment time, and that’ll be most of your days. The longer you spend here, the better behaved you are, the older you’ll be treated and the more privileges you’ll earn, although you’ll always be an adult little girl. You’ll always be spanked and you’ll always take naps.”

That offending finger was finally removed, and Mistress crossed to a well hidden bathroom to wash her hands thoroughly. Alicia wisely stayed in position, and was praised for doing so when Margot returned.

“You may straighten up. You’re young, but your back must be hurting.”

Not knowing exactly what one should do with one’s hands when one was nude, and figuring hands on hips was a bit confrontational, Alicia clasped her hands in front of her. “Well, there’s no time like the present, I guess.”

The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back with her legs spread quite obscenely, being expertly denuded of the pubic hair she’d been so proud of growing when she was twelve. Still, she felt nothing negative from it. To the contrary, she felt more sensitized than she could ever remember. She would swear she could feel the very air wafting over every molecule of her skin.

It was friggin’ unbearable, and she knew, somehow, that there was no relief in sight.

She wanted to object to the diaper, if only on principle. She didn’t need it and didn’t intend to use it. But she didn’t. She was a wuss. Alicia was in no hurry to feel what a real spanking would be like from this woman. She couldn’t imagine it would be any fun, especially if what she’d heard when she first got here was any indication.