Free Mistress Mommy by Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier Page A

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.
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