by Moore, Tina
I walked into the diner and ordered two steak sandwiches and two chocolate shakes, not the healthiest meal in the world, but it would have to do. I walked around the shop attached to it looking at postcards and other crap they sold while I waited for my order. Looking out at the dirty window back towards the truck, I thought about Becky in her cute outfit hugging her teddy as I felt my pussy begin to get wet. As my order was called, I shook off the feeling and went to pay. I had hardly taken two steps outside when I felt Becky’s arms wrap around me in a tight embrace taking me by surprise.
“I thought you’d left me,” she said almost in tears. I put the food down and hugged her back, involuntarily kissing the top of her head, relieved she didn’t seem to mind.
“I just went to get some dinner baby. It’s OK, Mel is here,” I replied, soothing her. I could feel her heartbeat pounding fast in her chest as she pressed into me. It had taken all my strength to say Mel and not Mommy, and I was somewhat impressed that I had managed.
“Will you help me carry this back?” I asked her giving her a job to make her feel important. She nodded yes as I handed her the paper bag with our sandwiches.
“Good girl,” I stated as she carried it back to the truck.
We got back to the truck, and I put her back in the passenger seat while we ate. I buckled her in nice and tight and enjoyed her small tits bouncing as I pulled on the seat belt, making sure it was secure.
“Why are you a truck driver?” Becky asked as I handed her half of her sandwich. I half choked on my shake, laughing at her question.
“Because I wanted to be one?” I replied, unsure of what she was trying to say.
“Yeah but you’re so pretty, and you have this whole cool, edgy, bad girl but nice thing going on. You could have worked in an office or something,” Becky said, wiping her hands clean. I saw she missed a spot on one of her fingers and took a napkin in one hand and leaned forward to take her other hand in mine and began wiping her fingers clean as I replied.
“Becky, just because I’m pretty and edgy and cool or whatever else you think I am doesn’t mean that I can’t also be nice and caring. And as far as an office goes, I would hate that. I love the road I love the openness of it. I love that it let me meet you, for example,” I answered honestly. I loved that she hadn’t pulled away from me when I wiped her clean I think she liked being cared for.
“What do you like most about me, Mel?” Becky asked. Hearing her say my name made my stomach knot itself in delight. I knew what I wanted to say, that I loved that she was a baby who needed a strong, loving Mommy to take care of her, but I chose something more generic.
“You’re lovely to be around, and you’re not rude,” I settled for. Becky wanted a better answer than that as she scoffed and rolled her eyes at my response.
“You could say that about a dog,” she teased, making me laugh.
We finished our food, and I took her to the showers to get ready for bed. There was only one shower which worked, and I was surprised when she pulled me in with her and locked the door behind us.
“We are both girls,” Becky giggled. As she began to take off her clothes, I tried so hard not to look at her young body. Sure she may have thought I was pretty, but my 38-year-old body looked not a day younger. She turned the water on, and it splashed on her perky tits making her small nipples hard as I passed her the body wash. I looked at her and knew I would have given anything to wash her pretty skinny body, feeling her pussy mound in my palm and rub shower gel over her back. When she realized I was still fully clothed, she giggled and began to help, me take off my clothes, which only made me raise my eyebrows.
“I’m helping,” she said sweetly, and I let her look at my heavily tattooed body as I undressed.
“It’s like a story,” Becky said, paying attention to my chest tattoo. She gingerly ran her fingertips over arms, making me shiver, which made her very impressed with herself. She giggled and turned back to the water as I took off my pants and joined her. As we washed, she spun around playfully and stood facing me, her mouth and my nipples the same height. I had had my boobs done five years earlier, and their fullness looked beautiful so close to Becky’s face. We showered in silence, except for Becky’s playful giggles as she splashed in the water. By the time we got out, it was late, and I knew we needed to get to sleep if I was going to make the journey in time.
“But I’m not sleepy Mel,” Becky playfully complained as I pushed her into my bed. She wore little short shorts that showed the start of her bottom and a singlet without a bra making her nipples hard and quickly visible. I had chosen my usual cotton knee length boxers and a baggy t-shirt, bed was meant to be comfortable.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re sleepy or not Becky, we are going to sleep now,” I said with a slight seriousness to my voice she hadn’t heard before. She quietened down and was asleep before me, which I found funny for a person who was not sleepy 10 minutes earlier. As she slept, I stroked her hair lovingly and gasped as I saw her begin to suck her thumb. It was all too much for me not to pull her close and kissed her forehead, making her smile in her sleep. I had thought about replacing her thumb with my nipple but chose to just hold her through the night.
I was just beginning to drift to sleep with the beautiful Becky in my arms when I woke to something wet and warm pressing against my leg. I yawned as I woke up to see Becky was also waking up, however far more terrified than I was.
“What is it, sweetie?” I asked, becoming concerned by the look on her face. Becky didn’t reply to me, she just bit her lip and began to shed silent tears I looked down to see she had slightly wet the bed. The front of her pajama shorts was soaked through, but luckily the thick 1000 thread count sheets had saved the mattress.
“Oh, baby. Did you have an accident?” I asked, rubbing her arm affectionately.
“I’m so sorry Mel I don’t know what happened, you’ve been so nice to me, and I’ve just ruined everything. I’ll go, you probably don’t want to see me again,” Becky said as she pulled away from me and stepped back.
“Stay right there,” I said in the voice I would usually save for when a baby was naughty, but I wanted her attention.
“I’m not mad at all baby. I should have known, the teddy, the giggling. Why didn’t you tell Mommy you were little and needed a diaper for bed?” I ask taking a gamble. It can only go two ways; I said to myself as I looked at Becky, who began to blush.
“I thought you’d think it was weird. You’re so cool, I didn’t want you to laugh at me,” Becky said, looking at her toes which she was curling up.
“I don’t think you’re weird little girl; I think you just need a Mommy who will love you. Can I be your Mommy sweetheart?” I asked her as she looked up in delight.
“Oh, yes, please, Mommy!” Becky exclaimed jumping into my lap now ruining my pajamas. I laughed and hugged her back, kissed her cheek, and began to strip the bed. I threw the sheets in the dumpster and took her hand, leading her to the showers once again. This time she waited for me to take off her clothes and I put them in a pile as my earlier fantasy played out. I took her in one arm and held her close to me as I washed her lithe little body. I rubbed her body until she was in a thick, soapy lather and then guided her under the water to rinse her off. I sat on the small ledge where we had placed our new pajamas and put her on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I spread her legs with mine and used the water as lube to play with her pussy. I could feel she was tight as I toyed with her pussy hole, pushing just the tip of my finger into her making her gasp and press her chest into mine.
“Don’t forget to breathe baby girl, Mommy isn’t going to hurt you,” I coaxed reassuringly as I pushed my finger knuckle deep into her making her take it. I kept my finger in there as I rubbed her clit gently with my thumb and kissed her pretty lips. I loved that she had moaned as we kissed when I began pulling my finger out of her just to ram it back in, this time with more ease as she began to moisten. I caressed her arse cheek as she was gently fin
ger fucked and held her as she came in my arms. Deciding she had had enough, I cleaned her once more and put on her pajamas. This time, I had chosen what she was going to wear. I had a stash of adult baby clothes and diapers in my cab for those times I wasn’t interested in being denied, and I had chosen a blue singlet and a white diaper cover for Becky. I was grateful it was so late as I took her into the change room, and quickly diapered her. Seeing how cute she was diapered for me I had half a mind to make her go topless, but remembering there was a world outside of the doors, I held up her arms as I pulled on the singlet. Next, I pulled up the snuggling fitting diaper cover making her diaper press into her pussy. That’s how I like my little ones, cunt dripping and begging to be fucked and having a diaper rub on your pussy all night will have that exact effect.
“Up you come,” I said, picking her up and carrying her to the door. I quickly took Becky back to the cab of my truck and made her sit on the floor while I put on new sheets. I patted the bed and enjoyed watching her struggle to climb up into bed with her thick diaper and reached down to pull her up. She cuddled into me, and I patted her padded bottom until she fell asleep, contently in my arms as I pushed my nipple into her mouth and fell asleep to her nursing.
Becky became my trucking baby. I had a car seat made for her which could lock her hands by her side and her legs cuffed at the ankles for when I wanted unrestricted access to her. Those were some of my favorite times to fuck her. When she was diapered and held down, I would place a vibe in her diaper on her clit and reach my hand down her diaper to rub her pussy until she made my fingers wet with cum. I’d thread the chain of her nipple clamps through the finger hole of her pacifier and make her suck for hours which made her clamped nipples bounce with each suck and bump in the road keeping her horny. I kept her with me 24/7, looking after her and making sure she was entertained. I knew some of the other truckers liked kinky play, so I took her to their puppy play nights and got drunk with the puppy owners as I watched her play with their puppies. Life was grand. There was just one thing I hadn’t got to do to her yet, and that was punished that cute little arse of hers. She’d been so obedient; she did exactly as I told, she let me fuck her when I wanted and how I wanted, she had let me exhibit her in her diaper to anyone I wished. What was also great was that she had happily traveled over the country with me. There was not a rule she had broken or a bratty remark she had said. But I still wanted her over my tattooed thighs until her bottom shone red. I had decided I would try and make her get in trouble. She knew she was not allowed to say no to me, saying red she knew was fine, but no was a different story altogether. I had decided to take her to a playgroup with other babies to see if I could trick her into saying no.
We approached the house where a Daddy Dom friend of mine was hosting a baby play day, and
Becky shifted nervously in her car seat.
“What if they don’t like me, Mommy,” she asked fearfully. I looked at her and knew they would like her.
“Who are you worried won't like you baby girl? The other babies or their Mommy’s and Daddy’s?” I asked as I turned the engine off. I looked at her and waited while she thought about her response.
“Both. What if they think I’m not good enough or something?” Becky said, making me laugh.
“Oh baby, the will love you,” I replied, opening the door and walking around to her side. My friend lived on a large property, so I had dressed Becky in a large diaper without a cover, happy I didn’t have to conceal it. She had a pink dress with white teddy bears on the collar, and when she bent over even slightly, her big thick diaper was on full display. That’s how I liked her on display.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” My friend Michael exclaimed, walking out the door and greeting me warmly. He bent down and looked at Becky in the eye, making her reach for my hand.
“Well aren’t you just the dearest. You must be Becky, you can call me Sir,” Michael stated, reaching out to pull the front of Becky’s dress up. She squirmed and leaned back on me as Michael touched the front of her diaper.
“My little angel has this exact type on. I can tell you two will be friends,” he stated, patting her pussy before turning around and walking inside. Becky tugged on my hand as Michael turned his back to us and whispered in my ear, “Mommy, do I let people touch me today?” God, she was such a good girl always wanting to do the things I wanted. I took her two hands in mine and kissed them.
“Yes baby, if a Mommy or Daddy wants to touch you through your diaper you let them today alright?” I asked her. I could tell she didn’t want it; I hoped she would say no at some point today. We walked inside, and Becky was introduced to Angel, Michael’s baby girl, and the two of them played with dolls in the living room as one after another more babies joined them. I got compliments at how well Becky played with others and how good she was. At one point a Mommy of a boy who was showing Becky dinosaurs came up and made her sit in her lap, and she did nothing to resist as the woman patted and rubbed her pussy while rocking her for an hour. As much as I was having a lovely time, nothing had made my heart sing as much as when I finally heard it. Becky had been drawing with Angel who had drawn over her picture. It was a picture of her holding hands with me. Becky had come up to me crying and showed me the drawing holding it up for me to see. Angel had then come over and told me what Becky had scrunched up her drawing, and a mortified Becky turned to me and when I began clarifying the situation she had interrupted me saying, “No!” I smiled and stopped talking, and Becky’s eyes went wide with the understanding of what she had just done. She knew better than to interrupt me, and she also knew better than to contradict me.
“Game over little girl, come with me,” I said as I took her wrist and led her to the couch. A few other Mommies joined us, and they watched as I pulled down the back of Becky’s diaper and struck her for the first time. She yelped and began to cry as I slapped her arse time after time. I was telling her what she had done wrong and how disappointed I was in her. She begged me to stop telling me how she would be good again and not make the same mistake twice. As her bottom became a nice rosy red, I change from slapping her to spanking her. For me, the difference is in the intensity. A slap is a sting, a spank is a thud that sends something to a little’s brain telling them to shut their mouths, and that’s exactly what Becky did. She shut up and took her spanking until I felt her go limb in surrender to me. I rolled her over and looked into her eyes and knew she had reached her limit. Lovingly, I applied lotion to her arse and gave her her blankie from my bag. I lifted my t-shirt to let her nurse and kissed her forehead until her tears stopped flowing.
“You’re lucky to have such a nice Mommy. When my little girl is bad, she gets a spanking and then sent straight to the corner,” one woman said.
“You are such a softie on her Mel!” Michael said, bring me a beer. I knew I wasn’t ‘soft’ on her; I just knew what her little limits where and when I’d pushed her far enough.
“When Angel is bad, she gets tied face down and fucked in the arse while I spank her,” he added I’m sure making Becky grateful she wasn’t Angel. I smiled and stroked Becky’s hair and patted her tummy.
“I don’t need to do that to my good girl, she hardly does a thing wrong,” I said looking down at her lips around my big nipple and her thumb gently rubbing her cheek with her blankie, full of pride Becky was mine.
New girl
“You can’t live in there!” My sister exclaimed upon seeing the apartment I had just bought. Sure it wasn’t in the most beautiful part of town, but it was no means unlivable. The building was 80’s dated but fitted with the essential modern luxuries; the trump card was it was close to the cinema where I had recently been promoted to manager.
“It’s pretty nice inside,” I said, defending my new home. It was my first piece of real estate. No more renting and dealing with shitty landlords, no more having my food stolen by housemates, just my little haven from the world. She wouldn’t understand. My sister Molly had married the rich boy i
n her high school class when they graduated college and never had worked a day in the career she studied four years for. She had become pregnant the day she graduated, and I’m pretty sure her husband had purposefully kept her that way for the last four years. But I didn’t want to live like that. I wanted freedom, even if it meant having to struggle for a while and settle for something less than glamorous, at least it was mine. I continued to drive Molly home and helped her out of the car she was pregnant with baby number 5. I held her up as she made her way up the mansion steps and to the front door. Their maid opened the door for her and began gushing and fussing over her, so I said goodbye and walked back to my ten-year-old beat up car. It looked so out of place in contrast to this grand old family home with its perfect gardens and water features. At least it’s mine; I said to myself driving away.
The cinema gig was fun. I got to eat all the popcorn I wanted and had tried every combination of soda you could think of. The other people who worked there and I made fun of the customers after the shift as we cleaned up and I had already busted three couples fucking during a screening. All in all, it was a lovely, routine, basic life. That was before I met Abby. She was the daughter of the owner of the cinema and had begun working with us because her father thought she needed to ‘understand the principle of hard work.’ When I had heard this, I rolled my eyes, but when I was then told I would be the one who would have to educate the princess in ‘hard work’ I lost it.
“I bet she’s never worked a day in her life,” I told one of my colleagues as we swept the floor. He wasn’t listening, I could tell.
“I heard she’s really hot, Bell,” he replied, proving he wasn’t listening to me. I just huffed and thought miserably about the next shift, which would be with her.
True to her word, she showed up on time the next day for her first shift. I was instantly annoyed with how beautiful she was. Her shoulder-length choppy cut blonde hair had its ends dyed pink, and she stared at me with the greenest eyes I had ever seen. It made me feel quite ordinary with my brown hair and brown eyes. She smiled sweetly when I asked her to restock the candy bars and count the straws. She didn’t need to count the straws; I just thought it would be fun to make her. I showed her how to use the register and pour the soda so it wouldn’t overflow. As the night progressed, I was even more annoyed by the fact that she wasn’t a bitch. I had hoped she would be Daddy’s little rich princess, but she was down to earth and didn’t even hesitate when I told her to clean the restrooms.