Mistress Mommy

by Carolyn Faulkner

  “Unless you’ve been using the potty without asking Mommy,” Mommy said, watching her carefully.

  Alicia’s eyes grew big above her pacifier, and she shook her head back and forth gravely that she hadn’t. And she hadn’t.

  “Well, I think someone needs some encouragement, because you should be using the potty to go number two at least once a day, baby girl.” So before her Mommy finished diapering her and put her into a pretty pastel flowered romper for the day, she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a huge round container of glycerin suppositories and put them on the crib next to Alicia, so that she could see when Mommy took each suppository out of the tub.

  Alicia’s legs were already held obscenely back by those evil straps, which exposed not only her kitty, but her bottom hole, too. Mommy must have thought that it wasn’t exposed quite enough, though, because she pushed a button on the crib and Licia found her legs drawn back even further, until her knees were almost back to her ears, and her bottom was raised well off the diaper and layers of soakers that lay open beneath it.

  “That’s much better.”

  She could still see Mommy reach for that container of suppositories, though, and she began to keen when she saw the size of what she took out of the jar. They were huge! Alicia had seen them before; her mother had used them for herself when she’d been constipated, and they were relatively small. But these were the size of six or so of the normal ones, as if someone had melted five or six of them down and reshaped them into one larger one.

  And she’d taken out four of them! They were easily as thick as a grown man’s thumb, each of them.

  “These should help you. When you need to go, you have permission to take out your pacifier and ask me to go.”

  Ask? She’d be lucky if she made it with all of those up inside her!

  “Time to take your medicine, Alicia,” Mommy said, and Alicia could immediately feel the pressure of the tip of one of those awful huge things up against her bottom flower, and Mommy wasn’t going to take no for an answer, she was quite sure. As it sat there, her own body heat began to melt it and make it slippery, so whether or not she wanted it to, it was going to end up inside her.

  And seconds later, it did just pop inside her, making her feel uncomfortably full and stretched inside. She whined and fussed as much as she thought she could get away with, which wasn’t much.

  And then the second one was inserted with much less ceremony, because the lubrication from the first was already there. And that just made her feel that much more stuffed. Mommy waited just a minute or so for her body to accommodate, not long at all, though, before adding the third and fourth right in a row, with no time in between the two at all.

  And then she bundled her up in the layers of her diaper and into her romper and brought her down to lunch.

  Alicia hated walking with something in her butt. She hated it. With the exaggerated size and number of the suppositories inside her, it would take a little while for her to get to the point where she would be able to ignore their presence, which was, of course, just what Mommy wanted. Just about that time, they would begin to have their desired effect, and Alicia would have to ask for permission to use the potty. And she had to sit like that and drink her bottle for lunch.

  Mommy decided she was being entirely too fussy about it, and she got her first spanking at the table, which Amy smirked about, of course. Mommy took a pink paddle, which was quickly becoming her nemesis, out of a drawer of the hutch, and used it to blister her rear end but good. So not only was Alicia dealing with the total invasion of the inside of her backside, but also the total roasting of its outside, and it was just more than she could bear.

  She had a complete meltdown.

  It was, of course, at that moment that one of Mommy’s friends decided to drop by. Ms. Germaine ran her own household in very much the same manner as Mommy did, but her was in New Hampshire. She happened to be coming back from Bar Harbor and decided to drop in on Mommy.

  Mommy didn’t miss a beat. She bade Veronica – Ronnie – take a seat, but continued to deal with Alicia, which meant trapping the girls flying legs and switching to a heavier, less pretty hairbrush to give her a much more sound spanking. By the time she was done with Alicia’s poor rear end, it was nearly maroon from end to end.

  What was worse was that she didn’t let the girl up, but kept her over her lap while having her chat with her friend.

  They discussed everything – the weather, business, the economy, politics, but, of course, they couldn’t avoid the situation in front of them for long. “So someone’s been a naughty girl, I see,” Ronnie queried.

  “Yes, this is Alicia. She just came to us. She starts school next week. I’m sure you’ll excuse her from shaking your hand right now.”

  “Oh, I understand completely. I have a newbie coming in tomorrow, and Claire’s been back for three days and she’s already earned a month of spankings.”

  “A month?! What did she do?”

  “She told me she’d signed up for classes over the summer and she hadn’t! Did she think I wouldn’t check? How long has she been with me?!”

  The two women laughed. “Ah, dear. You gotta love them.”

  “Well, I just wanted to stop in. I don’t want to interrupt. But ladies lunch next week, here, on Wednesday, right?”

  “Yes, definitely!”

  Ronnie stood, saying, “Don’t get up. I’ll show myself out.”

  “Now,” Mommy said. “Are you quite through with your tantrum, young lady?”

  Alicia nodded, mortified on every possible level.

  “Good.”

  She stood the girl up and made to put her back in her high chair, but Alicia tugged on her shirt and popped her pacifier out, asking sweetly, her face tear stained, “Mommy, I need to use the potty, please.”

  “Good girl for asking. Let’s go.”

  Alicia assumed that she was going to be guided to the bathroom them left to her own devices. After all, she did know how to use a toilet.

  But she was learning quickly that she should never assume anything about living with Mommy. When they got to the door of the bathroom, Alicia turned and tried to close the door behind her. But Mommy wasn’t having any of that.

  “Uh uh uh, girlie girl. Mommy is going to stay be in the room with you. There’s no way I’m going to leave you alone in the bathroom.”

  She was going to have to go to the bathroom with someone else watching? She wasn’t even sure she could!

  But the she soon found that the suppositories weren’t going to give her much choice about the matter – and, of course, neither was Mommy. No sooner has she been stripped of all of her clothes – something that Mommy insisted on – and sat – with that welted red bottom - upon the potty than she lost at least as complete control of her bowels as she had of her bladder.

  And it made her cry just as hard.

  Mommy stroked her head and kissed the top of it. “Aww, you’re all right, baby. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be. You’re not supposed to have any control over any of this.”

  Mommy cleaned her up, too, and it was all too humiliating for Alicia. Mommy put her down for her afternoon nap, promising her play time once she awoke. Again, like magic, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as Mommy turned the lights out.

  This time, however, she didn’t awaken to them being turned back on. Instead, she was awakened to Mommy undoing the bottom snaps of her romper, and changing her diaper, which was wet again. Then Mommy put another layer of fluffy diapers and soakers beneath her, but didn’t immediately velcro them together. Instead, she squeezed a little lubricant onto the fingers of Alicia’s right hand and said, “Pleasure yourself, baby girl. Make yourself come for Mommy.”

  Margot could hear Alicia’s quickly indrawn breath, and knew she’d hit a sensitive spot. She saw that hand begin to reach slowly down to where her legs were already forcibly, widely spread. They encountered bits of the diaper at first, which was good; it reminded her of who and wha
t she was, and what her place was, and then she found herself and began to rub.

  Margo was inches away from her. Alicia could probably feel her breath on her clit as she watched what she did to herself. She reached up, past those nimble fingers, and pulled the romper up further, exposing Alicia’s bare breasts. Margot had found that most adult little girls liked for their breasts to be, if not fondled, then at least exposed when they were being pleasured. It added something. She’d never been able to pin down exactly what, but it was pretty universal, in her experience.

  Then she reached down and firmly tapped at the plug in Alicia’s bottom, causing her to yelp against the pacifier in her mouth, but she knew she liked it. She knew she liked it even more when she began to remove it and fuck her with it. And not gently at all. Margot could plainly see how much faster the fingers on that clit were moving once she started to do that. It was something she’d file away in her mind for future reference. Baby Alicia was definitely anally oriented. She wouldn’t be able to get away with demurring from it any longer, not that she would in the first place, but Margot generally went slow with newbies on that front.

  But no longer with Alicia. She might not have liked those suppositories, but she definitely liked those suppositories. And there were a lot more things like that were those came from. Definitely.

  “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.”