Free Mistress Mommy by Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier Page B

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.”
    Mommy stuck up for her, though. “Not at all. That’s a gift.” She stroked Alicia’s hair, and she felt some better that Mommy felt that way.
    “Yes, you’re lucky, Margot. She’s a rare treasure, that girl.” Alicia recognized Ronnie’s voice.
    Finally, Mommy took that awful thing out of her bottom, but of course, she didn’t let Alicia up immediately. “My, my, my, Gloria, I think you’re right. She’s at a hundred and one. Well, up to bed with you, sweetie pie. I’ll be back down in a minute, ladies.”
    Alicia found herself stuffed back into bed, minus the plug and the pacifier, in case she was sick, and she was. The next couple of days were a blur, and Mommy took magnificent care of her, and let her professors know she was sick, and got her work for her to work on as she began to feel better. And, unlike if she had been living alone, she actually was required to work on it when she did feel better.
    Eventually, she got back to