More Rules For Cheri (New Rules Book 2)

by Markie Morelli

“Don’t worry about it,” Susan replied. “I wouldn’t dare drink it anyway.”

  “Why not?”

  “Mark found my stash,” she whispered with a pout.

  “In the window seat?” Chéri gasped out, sitting forward.

  “Yes, and he wasn’t happy about it.”

  “I see.” Chéri sighed in sympathy.

  “No, you don’t see, but if there were more privacy,” Susan answered, looking around the yard, “I’d show you the welts. That man can whip an ass like nobody else.”

  “He took his belt to you?” Chéri gasped in shock.

  “He sure did. I’m lucky he didn’t get the cane. It’s not so much that I had booze hidden away; it was more about my deceiving him. He hates that; makes him absolutely irate. I should have known better or been more careful,” she said wistfully.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Now, but for the first couple of days I could barely sit, and of course, it will take me months and months to restock.”

  “You’re going to do it again?” Chéri asked in complete awe.

  “Of course, you don’t think a little thing like a whipping will keep me from having a glass of wine when I want one do you?” Susan asked with a laugh.

  “Is he so dead set against you drinking then?”

  “No, it’s not the wine itself. There are plenty of times when we share a bottle on those rare romantic days we’re both grown-ups. Contrary to popular belief and what most of the erotic books tell you, no one can be a little 24/7. There are times we have things to discuss and times when we make love as a man and a woman, very much in love and very much adults.

  “Don’t get me wrong. The age-play is an important part of our lives. I love being babied and he loves babying me. He loves being my Daddy and I adore being his little ‘Sugar Bottom,’” she giggled.

  “Seriously, he does not call you Sugar Bottom?” Chéri asked, choking on laughter.

  “Oh hell yes, he does,” Susan assured her with a huge grin. “He has lots of endearing names for me and I answer to them all. He’s my Daddy, Papa, Poppi, depending on my mood. It’s great fun thinking up cute and funny terms for him. While he’s not particularly fond of, Big Daddy, I’ve been known to use it to get a rise out of him, in more ways than one,” she admitted with a laugh.

  “I still can’t get past, Sugar Bottom,” Chéri snorted. “Mark seems so serious all the time.”

  “He is. He’s a serious man in a demanding profession and he has a sense of ethics that is unyielding, hence the whipping. But he’s also charming and sweet, loving and attentive and he has a fabulous sense of humor. Now, when he’s in serious Daddy mode, it’s best to watch my step and be a very good girl. I will admit, however, there are times I’m purposely difficult. I do so love it when he’s stern. It really gets my juices flowing, if you know what I mean,” she continued with a wink.

  “Oh, I know what you mean,” Chéri admitted, blushing wildly. “Michael has never seemed sexier to me than when he’s pulling me over his knee or telling me in great detail how he’s going to punish me. What the hell. Susan I do believe you and I are a couple of freaks,” she said thoughtfully.

  “Then we shall fly our freak flags high,” Susan stated, clinking her glass against Chéri’s. “I’ve never been happier, never thought such happiness could exist, at least not for me.”

  “I’m happy too,” Chéri said quietly, “very happy. Michael is the whole package. He’s everything I need. I hope the adjustment from little girl to babygirl works out.”

  “It will, honey, your daddy will make sure of it. Just be honest with each other.”

  “I’m worried about it. I don’t know if I can do this all day, every day.”

  “It’s tough, unless you have a Daddy Dom home with you all the time and even then it’s hard, but you’ll do all right.”

  “I hope so, I hate the belt.”

  “Are you kidding me? There is nothing sexier than hearing a man unbuckling his belt and the sound of him whisking it free,” Susan said with a shiver. “When that man is your daddy and he’s scolding you, hell, it’s hot and I don’t care what anyone says.”

  “Yet you just told me you have welts,” Chéri marveled.

  “Yes, but I earned them. I knew what would happen if Mark discovered my hideaway, and I did it anyway. He didn’t whip me to be mean, but to teach me a lesson,” she insisted.

  “Which you didn’t learn,” Chéri pointed out with a laugh.

  “That’s beside the point. I took the risk and I paid for it. Clean slate, until the next time. Hey, I forgot to ask you what you thought of Dr. Franklin.”

  “He’s okay, I guess,” Chéri replied, staring into her lemonade.

  “Just okay? I thought he was attractive. Not as attractive as Mark, but he does have a certain something,” Susan said. “He’s very dominant, though. I’m not sure a little girl could work her way around anything with him.”

  “No, I don’t think she could,” Chéri agreed. “And as a doctor, he knows so many ways to make her sorry if she did.”

  “I know,” Susan said with a dreamy sigh. “Mark isn’t into medical stuff, but I wish he was.”

  “Michael is,” Chéri admitted softly.

  “You’re not serious?”

  “Oh yes, I am. He had the good doctor give him a refresher on catheters.”

  “Wow, how was it?” Susan demanded, stopping the swing with her foot.

  “I was terrified, but it didn’t really hurt and I…”

  “You what?”

  “I came, screaming like a banshee when they took it out. Of course, it was a tiny one and Michael is never satisfied with the smallest of anything,” she said with a cringe. “I know before long he’ll want to move up a size or two. Maybe I won’t like it quite so much then. He likes it best when things are a little difficult for me to accept.”

  “I think all daddies are like that. Always trying to see how far they can go, always dreaming up new ways to make us behave. Isn’t it wonderful?” Susan asked, sinking back against the swing with a big grin.

  “You’re unbelievable,” Chéri said with a laugh. “Does nothing frighten you?”

  “Only one thing,” Susan replied, suddenly serious.

  “What’s that?”

  “Having it all end,” she said sadly, “and knowing I could never be happy with anyone who wanted a plain Jane kind of girl with missionary sex on Saturday night.”

  Chéri nodded and kept quiet. Susan had just described the majority of Chéri’s marriage. It was a depressing thought.

  “Hey, how about you two make yourselves useful and throw those steaks on the grill,” Michael yelled from the open upstairs window.

  “Are you finally done up there?” Chéri yelled back, standing up, glaring up at him.

  “I don’t believe I like your tone,” he replied with a grin, “and yes, we’re almost finished and we’re starving. Get to work, babygirl.”

  “Michael,” she hissed as loudly as she could, “the neighbors.”

  “To hell with the neighbors,” he replied. “Daddy’s hungry.”

  “Michael!”

  Laughing, he disappeared and shut the window.

  “You’re lucky,” she said to Susan as they headed into the house through the front door. “Your place is so secluded. There’s no one to bother you.”

  “Yes, but we have the servants,” Susan replied, sticking out her pinky and tilting her chin up, “and don’t think for a minute they don’t have an idea what’s going on in our wing. Mark pays them very well, mostly to keep their mouths shut, but they’re very loyal and have been with his family for years. Here, hand me the steaks and you go light the grill.”

  They set the table on the patio and soon their daddies came tromping downstairs grinning like they’d just managed to bring about world peace. Dinner was a lively affair with no mention of anything the neighbors could overhear and wonder about.

  As soon as the dishes were done and the food put
away, Mark and Susan made their departure.

  “Don’t look so worried, sweetie,” Mark said as he bent and kissed Chéri on the cheek. “You’re going to love it.”

  Susan pulled her into her arms and hugged her with a whispered, “Call me tomorrow. I’ll be dying to know what you think. And I don’t know why I can’t see it before we go home,” she stated loudly, glaring at her husband.

  “Because this is a special night for Michael and Chéri and we are going home. If you’re a good girl, I’ll make it special for you too,” he added with a wink.

  “Well, I can’t pass that up,” Susan replied with a brilliant smile. “See you later. Thanks for dinner. This was fun. Be good to my friend, Mr. Daddy,” she insisted, poking Michael in the chest before kissing his cheek.

  “It’s what I live for,” he responded softly, watching as they walked to their car. “Well,” he said wrapping an arm around Chéri. “Are you ready to go up and see your new digs?”

  “I’ve been ready, but someone was too stubborn and bossy to let me see.”

  “Great, attitude already and they’re not even out of the drive,” Michael said with a laugh. “It’s going to be a good night. I can tell already, a new nursery and a naughty girl. What more could a daddy want?”

  Chéri spent most of the morning working on her doll house. Sitting on the floor, she carefully cut pieces of wallpaper and wet them, smoothing them to the walls with gentle fingers and a tiny paint brush. Working on her miniature Victorian mansion was her favorite pastime when her daddy was at work and shopping for treasures to furnish it quickly became a weekend outing.

  Riding on her beautiful wooden rocking horse was another thing she did almost every day. It was good exercise and she knew her thighs were stronger than they had been. Of course, she had to be careful not to come when the saddle was on. There were little nubs in strategic places and she never knew when Daddy was watching her. Cameras seemed to catch each and every naughty thing she did.

  All the worrying she’d done about not being able to handle being his babygirl all the time was a huge waste of time. She loved it, loved her beautiful nursery, her crib with the memory foam mattress and loved that, once he put her to bed, she couldn’t get out without his help and permission. Who could complain about taking a nap, especially if he rocked her to sleep?

  Strangely enough, since getting done with work, she found herself resenting having to be an adult on the two days a week the cleaning lady came. Pretty much the only phone calls she answered were the ones from the boys, her mother, or Susan. Everything else she let go to voicemail. Her daddy dealt with them when he came home.

  All in all, it was a lovely arrangement. She still spent a couple of nights a week in Daddy’s bed, but most of the time she was perfectly content to settle down with her blanket and pacifier. He dressed her each morning, prepared her lunch ahead of time and made her dinner. He bathed her, washed her hair and still examined her on a weekly basis. Of course, he still took her temperature each day, but now he did it in the morning before he left for work, probably because that fairly simple act had her thinking about him all day long.

  If she slept in his bed, he would frequently let her sleep in the morning, but he’d taken to leaving her a note with instructions for the rest of her day. On those mornings, she always knew something unique, exciting and possibly uncomfortable would happen that evening. There had been such a note this morning.

  My darling angel baby,

  I have noticed a few things while reviewing my recordings of what goes on while I am not at home to supervise you. You know I watch live when I can, but you may not have been aware the cameras are also recording. Apparently, you think when I’m in court you may do as you please. Tonight we will straighten this matter out, once and for all.

  Chéri shivered as she read. Crap! What had he seen? Maybe the cup of coffee she’d poured into her bottle after dumping her formula down the drain? Or maybe he’d seen her climax on her horse, but that was before she understood what those little nubs were for and avoided them. She was sure she’d held perfectly still and hidden it well, although she was pretty certain her head had dropped back and her eyes were closed. Not that it mattered. He’d obviously watched her do something naughty. Ugh. Continuing on, she finished reading his note.

  You are to eat the breakfast I’ve prepared for you. It’s in the refrigerator. Don’t bother getting dressed; you are to stay in your nightie. Go ahead and work on your doll house. I know how much you enjoy it, but for lunch, I want you to get your bottle and climb into bed. Use the stool. I’ve left the side down as I know you have not yet figured out how to do that. Make sure you go potty first. I don’t want you climbing in and out if you don’t have to. Daddy still worries you might fall.

  After your nap, and I don’t want you getting out of the crib until at least 3:00 p.m., you may get dressed. I want you to wear your pink skirt with the crinoline, your white ruffled panties, white lace topped socks and your white cardigan. Nothing else, do you understand? And leave the buttons open, I want to see those pretty breasts.

  Put your hair up in a ponytail and tie the pink ribbon around it.

  When you are ready, go into the medical room and open drawer number eight. Place everything inside it on Daddy’s rolling cart and leave the room. No snooping in other drawers. Remember I may be watching you and I’ll know regardless.

  After that, you may go downstairs and have a cookie. We’ll be eating late again tonight. At 4:30 I want your cute little fanny bent over the ottoman in the family room. I’ll be home shortly after that.

  Try and be a good baby today. No nonsense and no running around barefoot.

  Love, Daddy

  That was something else new. They’d always eaten when they got home from work. Now Daddy seemed eager to tend to her first and that sometimes took a while. It was not unusual for them to have dinner at 8:00 p.m. or later.

  After reading his note, she’d tromped downstairs to see what he made her for breakfast. She’d gone no further than the fourth stair when she heard her cell phone tinkling and raced back up to get the text.

  Slippers!

  Chéri rolled her eyes and put her pink bunny slippers on. Another text came in.

  I saw that.

  “Sorry, Daddy,” she said to the camera before blowing a kiss in its direction.

  In the kitchen, she got her tray from the refrigerator and placed it on the island. There was a glass of milk, which she poured on the bowl of cereal, a banana and a glass of orange juice. There were also two small pills and a note telling her to take them. She did.

  Now, looking at the princess clock on the wall of her nursery, she saw that it was almost time for lunch. After cleaning up her things, she went downstairs, wearing her slippers, and she pointed at them on her way past the camera.

  In the kitchen, she looked at her bottle when she took it out of the fridge and made a face. Then she looked at the Keurig machine, and finally at the camera before going back upstairs with her head down.

  Chéri tossed her bottle into her crib. She used the potty and washed her hands before dragging her stool to the crib. Getting in was easy, it was getting out that could prove difficult. Fluffing her pillow, she pulled her blanket up over her head wishing there was a place to dump the nasty contents of her bottle. She’d have to give that some thought in the near future.

  He couldn’t see what she was doing under the blanket, but how could she get rid of the evidence? The “formula” was rich in nutrients but low in calories and tasted like paste. However, Daddy still expected her to drink it, yet another sin to place at the feet of the opinionated Dr. Franklin, along with a few others. Seriously, the things her daddy discussed on the phone with that man nearly had her hyperventilating.

  Finally, when she realized there was no way to get out of it and apparently she was already in trouble, she uncovered her head and placed the nipple between her lips, sucking slightly. She was asleep in minutes.

  Chapter 16
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  Michael sat at the desk in his chambers grinning as he watched his wife on his phone. Oh, his poor baby had such a hard time obeying him, and he didn’t mind in the least. No spanking daddy wanted a perfect angel. Where was the fun in that? Thankfully, he doubted he’d ever have to worry about that with his little one. Chéri could only go a few days without a trip over his lap. At that point, she would begin to get exceedingly grumpy and he was only too happy to put her out of her misery. He took one last look at his sleeping girl and her wildly disarrayed bedhead and shut off his feed. At 3:00 he would turn it back on for a moment to make sure she got out of her crib without hurting herself. Then he would shut it down and look forward with great anticipation to the end of his work day. He had plans for tonight, big plans and he adjusted himself as he thought about all the lovely things he was going to subject his naughty baby to when he got home.

  Since completing her nursery a month ago, Chéri had been mostly compliant, with a touch of sass. In truth, he loved it. She was so damn cute when she was trying to argue her point, which he allowed. Then he would do as he pleased.

  The main issue they’d had, so far, was diapers. She loved wearing them, she just wouldn’t use them. After her bath, he would get her ready for bed, diapering her and dressing her in one of the new pajama sets he bought. If he put her in a nightgown, the diaper was off long before morning, but in the pajamas she was stuck. They opened down the back and so far she hadn’t managed to get out of them. When she did, he was ready, for he’d already bought several baby sleep sacks that would restrict her hands. He was looking forward to the look on her face the first time he put her in one.

  Twice he’d restrained her on his examination table and inserted a catheter. Despite the way she’d accepted it at Dr. Franklin’s office; she always gave her daddy a hard time. It served its purpose, forcing her to leak urine into her diaper, which pleased Michael immensely, but it annoyed the hell out of his baby to need changing constantly.

  “If you’d be a good girl, I wouldn’t have to resort to this,” he’d advised the last time he spread her plump lips and slid the tube into her tiny urethra.