by Moore, Tina
“So how did I do?” She asked me while sitting on the counter while I swept under her feet. She had that flirtatious voice that had driven every guy she had spoken to mad with lust. At one point, I had to get a guy escorted out because he was holding up the line and became aggressive when I told him to leave. She was bad for business but stunning to watch.
“OK, I guess. I mean, it’s only your first shift so I can’t give you a verdict yet,” I said as she jumped down and took the broom from me.
“I can do this for you, Bell,” she said smoothly. Hearing her say my name made my heart flutter. No, just fucking no , I told myself knowing what that meant. There was no way I was going to be another one of those stupid people drooling over her. I handed her the broom and walked away, pretending that the posters needed straightening.
“You’re like a grumpy Mommy, you know, Bell,” I heard her shout. I’m glad it was just the two of us left, hearing her say Mommy made my cheeks blush.
“Well, there are things that need to be done and the longer it takes, the longer we have to work,” I replied defensively making her giggle. I turned to see what she found so amusing putting my hands on my hips.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” she replied.
“Look, Abby, just finish up there so we can leave,” I answered, not amused by her games.
Our shifts continued with her teasing. She had called me this kind of Mommy and that kind of Mommy for weeks, and I had even realized I’d come to expect it from her, sad when she didn’t call me a Mommy and wet with desire when she did. Hearing her call me that, and only me that made me wonder what kind of girl she was. I decided I had nothing to lose trying to find out.
The next shift, I did the usual clean up routine with her and waited patiently for her taunt.
“Gosh Bell, I can’t believe you are such a bossy Mommy,” Abby said without turning around to look at me. I was glad she didn’t because she didn’t see me open a lollipop and walk up behind her. I grabbed her arm, and she jumped, shocked to be handled so roughly. I pushed the candy into her mouth and held it there while I looked her dead in the eyes.
“Then do what I tell you to do, and I wouldn’t have to be so bossy, little girl,” I assertively stated turning around and walking away again before she saw my face burn red. My mind was racing. I could not believe I had just done that; I could not believe my pussy was wet as I spoke to her like a naughty little girl. I hoped she would be cool with it, I mean, she had been calling me Mommy for weeks. As I was having a nervous breakdown, I felt a tugging on the hem of my shirt. I looked down to see Abby, sitting on the floor and looking up at me.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she said, melting my heart with her big green eyes and candy red-stained lips. I didn’t know what to do, but something came over me as I knelt and cupped her chin in my hand.
“Abby. When we are at work, Mommy needs you to be a good girl and tidy up fast. We don’t want to be here all night, little girls like you need to be tucked up in bed, not walking the streets because you played too long after work,” I found myself saying. This time I didn’t blush, I practically swooned. This 19-year-old doll wanted me to be her Mommy. I a 27-year-old uni drop out who lived in an average part of town doing a less than average job for under minimum wage, I couldn’t believe it. But I was sure as shit not going to pass up having a girl like Abby in my life. She nodded her head and put her lollipop back in her mouth, and I held out my hand and lifted her. We exchanged numbers, and as I walked to my car, Abby came running over and kissed me full on the lips.
“Night night Mommy,” she said as the moonlight glimmered in her eyes.
“Sweet dreams little girl. Mommy will see you tomorrow,” I replied, wanting more than anything for the next shift to start.
“Hello?” I said, answering the office phone. Abby was meant to be here twenty minutes ago, and I must admit I was worried.
“Mommy, it’s me,” Abby replied, she sounded scared.
“Where are you? Are you coming in tonight?” I asked her kindly sensing her distress.
“My car broke down, and I can’t get there, I thought about walking, but it’s so dark, and I’m scared. I didn’t know who to call,” Abby said in one breath.
“You didn’t think to call your parents? Or a pickup truck?” I asked her wondering how many brain cells she had underdeveloped due to being babied her whole life.
“My parents are in France. No, I didn’t think to ring a pickup truck, what if the guy is all touchy feely, I’ve seen movies, I know what they are like,” Abby said trying to prove her knowledge.
“You know nothing little one. Message me your location, I’m coming to get you,” I replied, making her whimper at my harsh comment. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I put her location in my GPS and told her to stay where she was. I told the staff they would have to work without me tonight, that I had to pick up Abby and the guys offered to come with.
“No, she doesn’t like or want you. Stay,” I instructed confidently as I walked out the door and towards my car.
As I drove to Abby’s location, I wondered what I would do when I got there. Would I take her to work, would I ring the towing company to get her car, would I take her to my house? Maybe we would go to hers? As the thoughts ran through my mind, I saw her car on the side of the road. She was right; it was dark. I was hoping she would be in the car like I had told her and happily surprised when I saw her head turn around and be half blinded by my headlights, I got out of my car.
“Heard you need your Mommy little girl,” I stated as I opened her door. Abby jumped out and flung her arms around my neck, making me stumble backward.
“I was so scared; anything could have happened,” she hyperventilated.
“But nothing happened, and you’re safe with Mommy, come on, come and sit in my car while we ring the tow company,” I said reassuringly to her taking her hand and leading her to my car. I turned the heating on, she was clearly in shock from the one thousand percent non-scary event she had just experienced, to try and calm her while we waited for the tow truck.
“It’s nice in here, Mommy,” Abby cooed as she cuddled with me on the back seat. I looked at my car and looked at her, confused.
“What do you find so deeply appealing about it baby girl?” I asked, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“It has you,” Abby quickly replied as if knowing the question I was going to ask. She began to stroke my stomach and slowly made her way up to my breasts, giggling as I looked down on her and saw her toying with my uniform buttons.
“Come here little one,” I said lovingly as I moved her over my lap, so she was snuggling into my neck. I pulled her close and moved my arm under her and began rubbing her back with my hand as my other one unbuttoned my blouse.
“This is what you want, sweetie?” I asked in a soft low tone watching her nod in response. I pulled down my bra and let her see my breast as I took her hand and carefully placed it on the top of my tit, enjoying how she stroked it and pulled it out looking for my nipple.
“I would have never of guessed you would be so sweet little girl,” I said in astonishment as she began to kiss and lick my nipple. I pressed her head against me as my other hand reached for the button on her short denim shorts. Unzipping them, I saw her cute pink checkered panties and stroked her over the top of them making her moan softly against my nipple. She stayed there, my sweet girl in my arms, her pussy being gently caressed. I slipped her shorts off her and rolled down her panties, happy she was so helpful. I was gentle with her as I spat in my hand and rubbed her already wet pussy with my palm, gliding my fingers down her slit and entered her without warning making her gasp and clench her pussy tight around my fingers.
“It’s OK baby, let Mommy have you,” I said as I began to finger fuck her softly. She nodded, and I felt her pussy slowly loosen, giving me unrestricted access. I wasn’t interested in making her cum; tonight I just wanted to feel her. Feel her heart beat against mine, feel her wetness and
her hot breath and tongue as she sucked on my nipples.
After a while I felt her go heavy in my arms as she drifted off to sleep and remembering the tow truck could be here any moment, I gently shook her awake.
“Baby, you can’t fall asleep just yet,” I whispered, making her stir. She opened her eyes just as the headlights of the truck came beaming around the corner. Glad I woke her in the nick of time I buttoned my blouse and got out to greet the trucker.
“You been here long?” He said as he hoisted the exotic car into the trailer.
“Long enough,” I replied, smiling sweetly. I didn’t want to get into a conversation with him. I wanted my baby back in my arms. As if reading my mind, Abby came and leaned into me, hugging me and turning away from the man. She dipped her head, and I felt her shallow breathing on my exposed chest just under my neck. The tow man noticed and tried hard not to look as I wrapped my arms around her making her feel safe and protected. I didn’t care if he looked, but there was no way he would be touching her.
He secured her car in no time at all, and I told him the address where to drive it. He offered Abby a lift home but told him I would take her, and I was thankful when he left it at that and drove away.
“What a night,” Abby said, walking back to my car. I unlocked it and buckled up her seat belt, kissing her cheek as I walked around to the driver’s side. I turned the engine and began to drive to my place. I had decided on what she would be doing tonight.
“Are you taking me to your house, Mommy?” Abby asked as we passed the cinema.
“Yes, baby,” I replied, placing a hand on her thigh and squeezing it slightly.
“I just have to stop into the store and pick up something first. You’re going to wait in the car while I go. I know you’ll be alright,” I added, pulling up to the corner store. I got out, and Abby didn’t say a word, she just watched as I left.
I had already ordered diapers online, but I hadn’t bothered to order powder because I hadn’t thought this would be happening for some time. I found the one I wanted and took it to the counter happy the woman didn’t ask me any questions. I got back to the car and passed Abby the powder making her eyes go wide.
“All babies need their bottoms powdered before they get diapered,” I explained to her which made her gasp and giggled nervously.
“I haven’t ever gone that far before Mommy,” Abby said, looking up at me nervously. I smiled at her; I couldn’t figure out if I should tell her it would be my first time too or if I should act like I had a clue about what I was doing.
“It’s going to be nice, Abby. Mommy is still learning, as well. If it’s too much, we can stop baby. I’m not going to hurt you,” I assured her as honestly as I wanted to about my skills. Seeming pleased with my response Abby turned the radio on and sang every song the rest of the car ride home.
I parked my car in the garage and took her hand, leading her to my door. I turned on the light and Abby walked in and looked at my things inquisitively. She walked to the window and looked out over the city.
“You have a nice view,” she stated. I was somewhat aware she hadn’t called me Mommy or used her cute baby voice, and I wondered if she was as nervous as I was.
“Is this alright, baby girl?” I asked her taking her to the living room and laying her down on my new black leather couch. It was cold on her thighs, and she squirmed around, lifting her legs off the material.
“Yes, Mommy,” Abby replied. I smiled and told her that we could stop at any time, that it wouldn’t be fun for me if she wasn’t having fun too. She jolted upright and wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear, making me delighted she felt so comfortable and safe with me. I took off her shorts and panties quickly, making sure to put a blanket under her bottom so the cold wouldn’t touch her. She lifted her bottom, and I playfully patted it as I placed the diaper underneath her and pressed on her hips to lower. I let her take in the sensation of the diaper before I opened the bottle of powder and sprinkled it over her making sure to use enough to stop any chaffing but not too much to make it messy. I fastened the diaper in place and looked down at her, surprised at how my life had changed in the last two months.
“Does it look, silly Mommy?” Abby asked, snapping me back into reality.
“No baby girl, you look adorable. Let me take off your big girl top and put you in something comfier though,” I said, lifting her shirt off her and replacing it with a jungle themed long sleeve.
I took her into my bedroom, and we cuddled until we fell asleep, my last thought being, “She’s not Daddy’s little princess at all…she’s Mommy’s.”
Naughty girls get spanked
There were two things in the world that I knew. One was that I loved learning how to make money, and the second was that I hated people. They just got in the way with their bullshit lives and lack of motivation to change their situation. That’s why when I turned 21, the first thing I did was buy a block of land in the middle of the woods. I had gone to college the following year and let people use the land to keep their cattle while I studied, earned, and saved money. I thought it was a better idea than spending it on going out with people who couldn’t go one sentence without mentioning the latest celebrity and their makeup line. So while they partied and vomited up their guts, I stayed in and worked on my primary skill online marketing. It didn’t take too long before I was earning enough to pay off my student loans, and I began saving for the house I was going to build on my land.
Within four years, I had made my first million dollars, and I took half and had my dream home built on the huge acreage. I maintained my online marketing business and comfortably worked from home for the next three years. Life was great. I no longer had to deal with the outside world and their bullshit. However, I was lonely. There wasn’t anyone particularly interesting in the one shopping strip town I lived in, and I didn’t want to be down there enough to be considered a local. So I decided to advertise for a house cleaner. I thought if I’m going to have to be around someone they might as well be doing something to help me.
I had to wait six months before I met her. Lana. The woman who swore to me she was American but her very clear Russian accent made me wonder. It honestly didn’t bother me though because she had my place looking divine.
“You need to tidy these things,” Lana said, moving my washing out of the way. I looked over my computer to see her folding the clean laundry I had sitting on a chair for the last three days. She had a point, so I just smiled and looked back at my computer.
“Did you hear me?” Lana said in an angry tone. I shut my computer lid down and looked at her shocked she would speak to me like this.
“You work for me Lana, not the other way around,” I said, getting up and knocking the neatly folded laundry to the ground and walking back to my computer. Before I reached my chair, she grabbed me by the arm and was pulling me back to the front of my desk. She bent me down and kept me pinned by her forearm and spanked me hard for the first time.
“You naughty girl. Making naughty things. When I clean you not make mess,” she said as she spanked me over my jeans. I struggled to break free, but she just kept spanking me until I gave up. I thought it would be over then, but she turned me around to face her, undid my zipper, pulling my jeans down roughly making me sway forward and back. Turning me back around, she pushed me over my desk and spanked me again, and this time I felt it. She took my panties in her hand and pulled them up into my arsehole and spanked my arse until I could feel its warmth, making my face burn red.
“You not make mess now yes,” Lana said, turning me around and sitting me on the desk making me look at her. I had never been so embarrassed. In my whole life, I had never had someone spank me or pull my panties the way she did. What was worse was that I could feel that my panties were not only in my arse but that they were wet. I had enjoyed this. I nodded to Lana, who just huffed and walked out of the room. Something came over me, and I quickly dropped to the floor and began tidying up
the mess I had made. The marketing adds I was working on could wait; I didn’t want Lana to be even madder at me.
The memory of Lana spanking my arse stayed with me for days. Probably because the sting that now greeted me every time I went to sit lasted for days. I had slept on my stomach for the following few days and had made sure that the house was tidy when Lana was due to work the following week.
As she walked around my house, I followed, showing her the things she didn’t need to clean rather than showing her what she needed to clean. I couldn’t tell if she was impressed or not. Her deadpan face made me nervous as she went from room to room and inspected it.
“You learn lesson fast,” Lana said, making me filled with pride. More pride than I wished it had as I blushed bright red and looked at my toes when she turned and saw.
“You like?” She asked. I wasn’t sure what she meant so I looked up, still blushing.
“I like what?” I asked in the politest tone I had. She gestured a spanking, and I flinched, making her laugh.
“Good girls need no spank,” Lana explained, taking my hand and leading me to my bedroom. I had assumed I’d forgotten to clean something or put something away when she pushed me on the bed and had half accepted that a spanking would occur. But I was surprised and very wrong when I turned around to see her standing at the edge of the bed with a toy cat. I frowned slightly unsure of what was going to happen when Lana climbed up onto my bed and pulled me into her arms. I let her, remembering how strong she was and how much I didn’t want to be spanked. She pushed the toy into my arms and took each of my hands and made me hold it.