Rosie had been asleep by the time they'd returned from the party, and he and Valerie had had no desire to disturb her rest. Grant hoped that today wouldn't be as emotionally trying for their Little. He could see the top half of her bottom, and was pleased to notice that the welts from her belt whipping had faded. She would still be tender, but with additional arnica lotion, she would have no ill effects.
Standing, he picked up the bear that had fallen to the floor, grinning as he put the stuffed animal in the chair he had vacated. Moving to the bed, he pulled down the sheet and climbed in, his hands roaming over the women until they began to stir.
Sitting against the headboard, the women settled on either side, loving his early morning caresses as they fully wakened.
Rosa couldn't help but notice his erection, and felt her pussy moisten and her nipples tighten. Would every morning begin with pleasure? Stifling a giggle, she realized it was the perfect way to start a day.
Valerie moved her hand to Grant's cock, gently stroking up and down, watching Rosie, whose eyes were locked on her movements. Looking to Grant, she saw him smile and nod, allowing her to lead them all. "Sweetie, how would you like to ride Daddy's cock this morning?" Rosa didn't even hesitate, but nodded eagerly. "Okay then, ask Daddy if that will be okay."
Though she obviously knew that it would more than okay, it was important for Rosie to learn that submissives did not take the first step unless given permission by the Dominant to do so. Rosie's face flushed but she turned to Grant, her body's quivering telling of her desire.
"May I ride?" When he didn't answer, instead lifting his eyebrow, she clarified her request. "I mean, may I ride your cock, Daddy?"
He bent forward and kissed her cheek. "I'd really like it if you'd ride my cock. Let Mommy help you," Grant said, knowing that Valerie would also want to play.
Rosie allowed Valerie to help her straddle Grant's legs, facing away from him.
"Okay, sweetie, I'm going to hold Daddy's cock and you may lower yourself onto it." Rosie's face was precious as she captured her lower lip with her teeth, as if having to concentrate to follow her Mommy's instructions.
Feeling his girth stretch her pussy, she released her lip to gasp. As he filled her, she felt far fuller than before, and when Grant's hand moved to push against the flange of the plug that had yet to be removed from her bottom, she flushed scarlet. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten its presence… but was now extremely aware of being full in both places. The incredible feeling caused her pussy to gush, allowing him to slip in more easily. She moaned as she took all of him, his length seeming to be much deeper than when he was on top.
"What a good girl," Valerie said, moving her hand to Rosie's nubbin. "Ride, honey, up and down, slowly so I can play with your sweet clitty."
Rosa began to move, her hands braced on Valerie's shoulders as she lifted herself a bit before settling again. After a moment, she threw her head back as Valerie's mouth settled around a nipple, her free hand reaching up to guide Rosie's hands.
"Play with my breasts, Rosie," Valerie instructed, having lifted her mouth to speak before moving across to suckle at Rosie's other nipple. Rosie obeyed, her hands gently cupping and then massaging Valerie's soft, full breasts, finding the nipples to gently squeeze.
Grant heard both of his girls moan and put his hands on Rosie's hips, helping her learn to ride his cock. As she picked up the pace, her whimpers and soft cries indicating how close she was to culmination, he began to thrust up into her, bending her forward a bit in order to improve the angle.
Valerie knelt up, her mouth finding Rosie's, their lips fusing as tongues tangled and played and hands caressed each other. When Rosie slipped a hand down to find and play in Valerie's pussy, she moaned and spread her legs wider, her fingers beginning to pinch and pull on Rosie's nipples.
There was nothing rushed, all three pleasuring each other until Rosie arched and came, her cries and shudders drawing Grant to his own end. He pounded into her, spraying her insides until he was spent and she was quivering. After a moment, he lifted her from him and laid her down, giving her a kiss before moving to Valerie, placing her on her back as well, his head lowering to her cunt, bringing her to orgasm within a few swipes of his tongue and nibbles at her clit.
After a bit, the three enjoyed a leisurely bubble bath, Grant having gently removed the plug. "I'll be inserting another, larger one later, Rosie. I don't want you to worry about it. I promise it will be fine."
Rosie decided to do just that; not worry or even think about it. She leaned back against Valerie, enjoying the feel of her softness. Grant caused her to blush when his fingers ran over her sex to discover a bit of stubble.
He contemplated shaving her again but grinned. "I think my girls deserve a salon day. I suggest we finish bathing and go to Wardrobe. What appeals to you today my dear?" he asked Valerie, knowing she was excited about changing costumes again.
She wrapped her arms around Rosie, hugging her close. "Hmmm, I was thinking perhaps Victorian? I just can't help but think how adorable our girl will be in a dress and pinafore, layers of petticoats and, of course, those delicious split crotch drawers. What do you say, Rosie; care to experience that wonderful era?"
Rosa knew it was the most popular era of those who frequented the Nursery. In fact, the Nannies' uniforms were based on that very age. She had seen many a naughty Little being bent over the backs of chairs, their layers lifted or even pinned up to display their backsides, drawers slid open for very easy access. Shuddering a bit, she smiled. "That sounds like fun, Mommy. You and Daddy too?"
"Of course, we are a family," Valerie said. As she kissed Rosie's wet shoulder before releasing her to Grant, who easily lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a thick towel, Valerie realized exactly how much she felt the three had become a family.
An hour later, they once again stood before the mirror, surprised and pleased at how authentic their outfits were. Grant thought that if Janice had a tip jar, it would certainly be overflowing. She was not only very enjoyable to work with; it was obvious she loved her job. She had confessed that she felt like she was preparing her clients for starring roles in their own theater productions. Grant thought that was a very apt definition of her job description.
The three had also exchanged their outerwear of the fifties for that of the nineteenth century.
Valerie had a long, floor-length woolen cape of dark forest green. Her hands slipped into a black fur muff—Grant's lifted eyebrow and grin had her blushing and thinking about her own black muff. She also had a rather elaborate black hat that Janice explained was called a touring hat. It even had long black feathers that moved with every movement, and black silk ribbon ties.
Rosie had a deep burgundy-colored cape that came to the hem of her dress, which was about two inches below her knees. She had a white muff, and a white bonnet with a wide burgundy sash that could be tied under her chin. Though it was nowhere near as huge as Valerie's, she was glad it wasn't the white mop cap worn by the Nannies in the Nursery. Grant accepted a long coat of wool, black gloves and a black top hat.
"We'll definitely have to tour about the grounds and the gardens," Grant teased. "However, that will have to wait until later."
Thanking Janice again, they left the room.
Stepping across the hall, Grant had the women wait while he looked over the spa services available, making appointments for the women. While they were pampered, he had a few things to take care of.
Then, not wishing to chance another coffee tantrum, he led them back to the Nursery for breakfast. He was extremely pleased to see Nanny Bess come forward, apologize again for her part in yesterday's naughtiness, and give Rosie a hug. He was a bit surprised at the intensity of Rosie's own apology, but was pleased to hear how heartfelt it was.
Rosa enjoyed her breakfast a great deal more that morning. She ate an entire stack of pancakes, two slices of bacon, and drank a glass of orange juice. When she quietly assured her parents that she didn't min
d if they had coffee, Grant praised her for her unselfishness, taking her at her word. When she didn't make a single peep of protest, he poured a small amount of his coffee into his empty water glass and asked Bess to fill the rest with milk. When she returned with the milk coffee, he put in a single spoon of sugar and placed it in front of Rosie, who seemed very surprised.
"As I told you, sweetie, good behavior gets rewarded just as naughty gets punished."
"Thank you, Daddy, but I'm kind of scared that if I have any caffeine, I might… um, it might not be a good idea."
"Honey, Mommy and I are drinking decaf. You won't get a caffeine buzz but you'll get a little coffee flavor. Sort of like the coffee candy that was still in your pocket this morning. Since you didn't get to enjoy that treat, I think you deserve this one."
Rosa smiled, taking a sip. Though it did have a very slight coffee flavor, it was nothing like a cup of hot, strong coffee. However, it made her so happy to see how much her Daddy cared, how he knew she'd not felt worthy of yesterday's treat and made sure she got another, that she finished most of the glass.
Grant walked the women back to the Salon and kissed them both. "Mind your Mommy and the ladies who work in the spa, Rosie. Don't forget for a moment that Mommy will have no problem dealing with any naughtiness, and if she has to, you'll find whatever dose she gives you doubled by me."
Rosa felt her tummy tingle and her bottom clench. "Yes, Daddy, I'll be good." She began to giggle as he took their cloaks and threw them over his arm with his own coat. With two hands and three hats, he put his on his head and took theirs.
"Something funny, little lady?" he asked with a grin. "Do you think your Daddy looks silly?"
"Oh no, Daddy," Rosie said. "You always look handsome, whatever you wear." She smiled, her lips twitching. "Or don't wear."
Valerie laughed, and Grant chuckled at the statement. "Watch it, little Rosie," he teased. "You'd better get into the salon before I decide that was far too risqué a statement for a Little to make." He watched as Rosie turned and darted through the door, her giggles continuing to float out behind her. Giving Valerie a last kiss, he told her to have fun before he turned to return their coats to their room.
The women were given massages and Valerie enjoyed a combination mani-pedi, as she listened for any indication that Rosie was giving the attendant difficulty while she had her pussy waxed for the first time. The fact that she only had a bit of stubble seemed to make not the slightest bit of difference as high pitched squeals came from behind the slightly opened door, but it was nothing that caused Valerie concern. She had explained that waxing would keep Rosie's kitty nice and smooth for far longer than a shave. Though Rosie had looked a bit frightened, she had nodded and promised she'd be good.
Rosie was sitting on Valerie's lap, whispering that she'd had no idea a waxing included her bottom-bean, and Valerie was attempting not to laugh at the young woman's serious tone.
"Well, don't you two make a pretty picture," Grant said, as he entered the salon. "Did you have fun being pampered?"
"I can't say that Rosie enjoyed everything, but I had a wonderful time. Thank you, Grant. Did you get your errands run?"
"I did," he said, taking Rosie off her Mommy's lap and settling her around his frame. With a hand underneath her bottom, he grinned. "Am I going to have to double your dose?"
Rosa flushed but giggled. "No, Daddy! I didn't get spanked! I got waxed." His laugh had her scowling. "Don't laugh! How would you like it if your hair got all yanked out?"
With a very exaggerated grimace, Grant agreed. "I probably wouldn't, but I must say, I definitely like knowing my little girl is nice and smooth under her drawers."
Rosie buried her face in his shirt as she felt his hand slip under her clothing and slide into the open seam of her drawers. She gasped as his fingers slid across her freshly waxed pussy, then delved a little lower to stroke along the cleft of her bottom.
"Really smooth, and all over I see!" Grant laughed loudly at her expression, giving her a hug and then a kiss. "Let's go have some lunch and then we'll take a nice walk."
They did just that, laughing and chatting as they ate, choosing whatever they wished from the expansive buffet. When Rosie realized that they were heading to the Castle store, she felt her cheeks burning. This was one place she hadn't had the courage to enter on her own. Holding tightly to Valerie's hand, she watched as Grant walked through the store, his girls at his side.
"Nurse Nancy was right, the clamps are on sale," he announced as he studied the various options displayed in a glass case. He discussed the benefits of various sets, and had to fight a grin when he realized that his Little was hiding her face in her Mommy's arm. Making his selection, he moved to another case, wondering how Rosie would react. Her gasp made him chuckle; as the dozens of plugs and dildos stood proudly in rows. "Come here, Rosie," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to him. "Come see all the possibilities."
Rosie's heart was pounding as her eyes scanned the display. God, some of these… these things were huge. Surely they were just for some sort of conversation piece, or used as gag gifts. Thinking of the word 'gag' had her face turning scarlet, remembering how she had gagged on Grant's cock. When she saw her Daddy point to a dildo that was at least twelve inches long and as big around as her wrist, she squealed. "Daddy! Not that one!" She couldn't look up at him but heard his deep chuckle.
"No, you're right. That is far too intrusive for my precious girl's bottom. Perhaps the purple one? It is very pretty with that little jewel on the end. I can just imagine it sparkling between your little cheeks."
Rosie couldn't believe she was actually discussing plugs that would find a place deep up inside her. Part of her felt ashamed, but the woman inside, the one who owned the pussy that was dripping, had to admit she was intrigued. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered shyly, as the clerk removed the dark purple plug from the case, passing it to Grant. Suddenly it became far more than a plug for sale. In her Daddy's hands, it became something that he would use on his Little—something he would work into her bottom to train her, to open her, to prepare her for his flesh and blood cock. Turning, she buried her face in her Mommy's blouse, her entire body quivering.
Valerie smiled, putting her arms around the precious young woman as her own bloomers dampened. Bending down, she kissed Rosie's curls and hugged her tightly. "Yes, I think the purple one is perfect, honey, even if our little girl is too embarrassed to admit it."
Rosie was aware of nothing else but the bag swinging from her Daddy's hand as they returned to their rooms. Her breathing was rapid, her heart pounding as Grant unlocked their door and led them inside.
Chapter Sixteen
"Valerie, perhaps you can prepare Rosie while I wash her present?" Grant grinned as Valerie agreed and led Rosie to the bed. He left the women and entered the bathroom, removing his purchases from their bags and thoroughly washing them.
When he returned, Valerie was seated on the bed, and Rosie was standing in front of her in nothing but her chemise with its tiny white bows, and the long drawers over white stockings. God, she was incredibly beautiful. With her back to him, she didn't see him give his wife a nod. Valerie slowly untied the ribbons, pushing the cloth aside to expose Rosie's breasts. Grant grinned again to see her head bend, and heard Rosie's gasp as her Mommy gave each of her nipples a kiss. Even from a few feet away he could see Rosie's slight quivering as Valerie pulled Rosie's drawers apart, exposing her rounded buttocks to her Daddy.
"I'm thinking the fashions of ages past were right on target," he said, the pink of Rosie's body telling of her embarrassment. When Valerie gently guided her legs apart, he could see the evidence of their Little's arousal as well. "You must admit, those drawers make it quite easy to attend to our girl's bottom."
Rosie moaned as she was turned around to face Grant. Her hands lifted to cover her naked breasts, her face hot as she saw him shake his head. Dropping her hands, she felt her nipples aching, pointing straight at the man who had so much contro
l over her reactions.
Grant felt his cock going rock hard as his eyes slid over her body. The full white bloomers seemed to frame her freshly waxed mound, the chemise her full breasts. "God, you are beautiful, Rosie." His words caused her skin to suffuse darker and her groan to fill the room as Valerie's hands reached around to begin pulling and plucking at Rosie's nipples.
Rosie watched as Grant came closer, the clamps he had purchased in one hand, the purple plug in another. Her mind was whirling, her body responding to Valerie's insistent tugging, her pussy dripping as she watched him lay the plug on the bed.
"These are yours, sweetie," he said as he showed her the nipple clamps. "Don't be frightened, little one, they will give a sharp bite but I promise they will not cause you harm." He paused as he watched Valerie squeeze a nipple between her fingers until Rosie threw her head back, her moan delicious. "Just like Mommy's fingers, these will hold your little nips tightly. Are you ready?"
Rosie couldn't speak except to gasp and moan as her nipples were manipulated roughly. She was afraid she would come before she even experienced the clamps. Evidently her verbal answer was needed as she felt her chin being taken.
"Answer me, Rosie, are you ready?"
"Ye-yes, Sir," she whispered, her hands aching to hold something—someone. She couldn't help but watch as Valerie released her nipple and was grateful when her Mommy took her hand, giving it a squeeze.
The women both watched as Grant opened the clamp and bent forward, giving her left nipple a single swipe of his tongue before placing the clamp around the turgid bud.
"Take a deep breath," Valerie whispered, and as soon as Rosie did so, the clamp was released to take that first bite. Rosie's breath whooshed from her chest, her gasp at the sharp pain taking the place of her moan. "Good girl. Another breath now." Valerie's support at her back, her hand holding hers, gave Rosie the connection she needed. Another gasp filled the room as her right nipple was captured.
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