Mistress Mommy by Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier Page B

dwell on right now. Licia preferred to think of how her Mommy’s finger was now frequently circling over the top of her clit, and then around, and then over the top and around, and then around the top and down, lazily caressing her while those two punishing fingers claimed her bottom, reminding her that she was owned, thoroughly and completely. Every time she shifted, she pulled at a padded bond that was attached to her crib, and her bottom was still sitting on a thick, clean diaper that would soon encase it entirely, along with a footy pj. She’d been fed a bottle for dinner, while sitting in a high chair, and more of the same treatment awaited her tomorrow, especially since classes didn’t start until next week. She’d been spanked and/or paddled multiple times today, and she couldn’t even be sure that she wasn’t going to be spanked again before she was put down for the night.
    Those thoughts – even just the juvenile jargon - thinking about how she was going to be punished and treated for at least the next four years – were what sent her over the edge, and her Mommy milked every last sensation out of her, not letting up until she’d flown into the sun several times more than Alicia would have even thought she could.
    Finally, exhausted, sore bottomed, swaddled and bound, plugged and pacified, she was put to bed for the night just a little past six thirty, mobile playing in the background, monitor engaged so that her Mommy could hear her in case there was any kind of a problem, and she slept through the night without so much as opening an eye.
     
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    Six am, however, came crashingly early, even with a dimmer switch.
    “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
    Alicia diligently tried to get back to sleep, but wasn’t going to be allowed to.
    Margot turned the dimmer up a bit more to help her acclimate quicker. Breakfast in this household waited for no one. While still bound, Margo stripped her entirely, loosing one limb at a time, as needed, then gave her a quick bed bath, noting that her diaper was once again dry, but not saying anything to Alicia. Sometimes it took a little while, mostly for the girls, to get used to how things were. It was surprising to her – she would have bet it would have been the boys that would have had a harder time coping with diapers, but, in her vast experience, it had always been the girls, perhaps because they were trained to be a bit more personally fastidious.
    Regardless, she did press on Alicia’s tummy a bit, eliciting a groan or two, and she could feel how distended her bladder was. She put on some extra soakers, which would make it just that much harder for her to walk, and would encourage her to use the diapers for their intended purpose. Breakfast would, again, be a liquid for her. Until she became more used to the diapers, that’s the only thing she’d be eating. If she needed more encouragement, that would be arranged, but Margot favored letting her girls find her own way, in this, as much as possible.
    Today, she would simply be hanging around the house. They weren’t going to go anywhere for a while yet. Margot knew that classes – and Alicia’s classes in particular – hadn’t started, so she was going to keep her close to home. Eventually, not only would Alicia be going off to classes, but she would also be going out with Margot – under very tight restrictions, of course.
    So she dressed Alicia in a frilly pink romper. She had some items that she kept from girl to girl, but Margot knew what it was like to always have hand me downs, so she had a friend who was a whiz of a seamstress on commission. One of the first things she’d done was get Alicia’s measurements and talk to Paula about what she wanted for new outfits for Alicia. She already had most of the usual “little girl” accoutrement. She had toys and games (although she did NOT have video games) and every Disney video ever released, plus every and any other kid video she could