by Hart, Poppy
Becca rubbed her face. “I guess you’re right… I’ll wear normal panties to work.”
“Not what I meant. Wear them to work, but I can adjust them for you. You’ll just pull them up and down like normal panties. I’ll even send you some powder for after your bathroom trips.”
“Really?” Becca asked.
Elaine nodded. “Besides, I kind of want to be there for you when you make that kind of a mess. It can be a very emotional moment, Becca, and you might need your Mommy to take care of you.”
Becca felt her heart swell a bit and she nodded. “Ok. Will you adjust them for me now?” Becca shimmied her shorts down.
Elaine moved forward and loosened the buttons. She removed the safety pins from the sides and pinned them through the front. “Now, if you have an accident or they start to feel loose when you draw them up and down, just use the pins to tighten them at your sides,” Elaine instructed. “Or you can call me if you need to. I’ll take care of you.”
“Mommy, won’t you be busy?” Becca asked.
“Probably. But I told you, Becca. You’re my priority right now. If you need me… I’ll be there.”
Chapter 3: Elaine
I t was hard to keep her mind on her work. She had just two meetings that morning, which on the scale of things wasn’t too hectic. Her assistant filled her in on what she’d missed Wednesday when she was at the zoo and Elaine had to make some calls to clear a few matters up.
After that, it was just a matter of paperwork.
But her mind was on Becca.
Not just on the fact that Becca had agreed to be her submissive baby girl – that was wonderful of course. But she worried about the little one all day. How was she feeling in her diaper? Had she had an accident? Had she eaten lunch, was she drinking enough water? How was she feeling about being Elaine’s princess, now?
Elaine called the shop.
“Brookfield Auto,” a familiar voice answered. Elaine recognized Becca’s aunt’s voice.
“Hi, Cindy. This is Becca’s friend, Elaine.”
“Oh, hi Elaine. How’s it going?”
“Well, I’m thinking about having some work done,” Elaine lied. Her tires did need some maintenance, but it was priority nothing on her list of things to do.
“Whatcha need?” Cindy asked.
“My tires seem to be giving me some trouble lately. Can you make room for me on the schedule today?”
“Oh honey, come by whenever you want. The shop’s empty today.”
“Fantastic, thank you. I’ll bring it by in half an hour,” Elaine smiled.
“No sweat, babe,” Cindy replied. “See you soon.”
“You’re kidding me,” Elaine said, looking at the diagnosis on her tires.
“Nope,” Becca sighed. “Your tiles were dry rotted. When’s the last time you had an inspection?”
“I don’t know,” Elaine said. “Probably when I got it. It was after I moved here… so… gosh. I guess two years.”
“Two years?” Becca barked.
“Yeah. Huh,” Elaine said. “I guess this worked out, then.”
“What do you mean?” Becca asked.
“Well, I just wanted to see you. I didn’t think anything was really wrong with my car,” Elaine shrugged.
Becca’s smile lit her whole face up and Elaine wanted to kiss her. She’d wanted to do that since the moment she spotted Becca walking out of the shop with a bit of grease on her cheek.
“I’m glad you came, Mommy. In a way, I get to take care of you, too,” Becca mused.
“That’s right, Becca. Thank you. Now… I suppose I’ll have to pay Cindy inside?” Elaine asked.
“Not until after we’re done changing you up. You’ve got options on the tire brand here,” Becca explained.
Elaine listened while Becca walked her through each of her options, pride in her little one coming over her. She went with Becca’s recommendation.
“Have you eaten, yet?” Elaine asked Becca.
Becca frowned. “No, I forgot to pack a lunch. Aunt Cindy offered to let me half of her tuna melt but I’m not a fan of all the weird things she puts on it.”
“I’ll order something,” Elaine offered. “I haven’t eaten either.”
Becca smiled. “Thanks. Once I’m done getting your tires done, I’ll eat.”
Elaine nodded and watched Becca go. There was a comfortable waiting area in the shop – she spotted Becca’s cousins on the wall in family photos. There was one of the whole family too. They had a nice family. A man who looked a lot like Leroy was in one photo with a little girl who appeared to be Becca and a woman, who must have been her mother, next to a much younger Leroy and Cindy. “That’s Anton and Chelsea with little Becca,” Cindy said, coming out of the office. A cup of coffee was in her hands. “She was cute, wasn’t she?”
“She still is,” Elaine said. “I’ve got the service paper from Becca here. Can I pay now, or should I really wait till she’s done?”
“You can pay now if you trust her. We usually like to get client approval first. Just so they know the wheels aren’t going to fall off after they leave,” Cindy winked.
“What if they can’t pay after they’ve had the work done?” Elaine asked, the business side of her brain kicking in.
“Well, I can tell just by looking at you that you’re good for it,” Cindy answered, but she went on. “If a client can’t payday off, we set up a payment plan. Hopefully, they tell us before we do the work, but we don’t refuse service. Transportation is too important to livelihood. Plus, we don’t want them driving around in something dangerous.”
“That’s a very different system than I’m used to hearing about,” Elaine replied.
“Leroy’s a softy and so am I, but it means the community trusts us,” Cindy admitted.
“I’m sorry for prying.”
“Don’t be. I looked into you, you know,” Cindy said. “Hopefully my business never needs the help of yours, but I can understand your curiosity at our less than standard business practices. People have left us in the lurch before, but most people pay for work eventually.”
“That’s good,” Elaine nodded. She sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in the lobby and placed an order for two. She had a few pending emails and looked up at Cindy. “Do you mind if I grab my laptop and do some work in here?”
“Sure. The Wi-Fi password is ‘AutoGod’.”
“Should I ask…?”
“Please don’t,” Cindy grimaced. “My husband is one of a kind.”
Half an hour later, Becca came strolling in with her coveralls tied at her waist. “All done.” She slid the service report to her aunt and then went to sit beside Elaine who passed her a wrapped sub sandwich and a bag of chips.
“I need to finish this email and then we can eat, princess,” Elaine said softly.
Becca blushed and looked over at her aunt who wasn’t close enough to hear.
Elaine hit send and closed her laptop, put it away, and picked her own sandwich up. “Everything goes well?”
“Mhm,” Becca sighed. “And everything’s going well down there, too,” Becca said.
Elaine smiled. “I’m glad. I was worried about you, earlier. I promise I won’t make a habit of rushing over.”
“Rush over any time. I can change your oil next time,” Becca grinned as she bit into her sub.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Do you want to get together tonight, baby girl?” Elaine asked.
“Of course, I do,” Becca answered.
“I’m thinking pasta for dinner, and we can put on Disney+ and see what’s available if you want,” Elaine said.
Becca nodded softly. “I’ll need to shower first.”
“Will you need anything else, too?” Elaine asked.
Becca nodded, chewing, eyes wide.
“A diaper change?” Elaine pried again, her voice growing even softer.
Becca swallowed. “Yes, Mommy. I want to keep wearing them.”
Elaine smiled and too
k a long sip of her sweet tea. “Then what the princess wants, she gets.”
Four hours later, Becca was stripped down on her changing table. She’d showered before coming over – her hair smelled like rosehips, but Elaine had told her not to dress too much. Now Elaine smoothed lotion into Becca’s strong limbs, a massage going muscle deep into the hard-working woman’s flesh.
“That feels so good,” Becca panted softly.
Elaine grinned, her hands shifting to Becca’s feet and up her calves. “I bet it does, baby. You can expect this kind of treatment whenever you need it.” She kissed the inside of Becca’s foot and softly squeezed down the length of her legs, working her way toward Becca’s hips. She applied lotion to her belly, her breasts, slowly working the lotion into her freshly showered skin. It was unscented, but there was another scent coming to Elaine’s nose. Becca was getting worked up from all the attention.
Elaine leaned down and softly blew a kiss across the pretty woman’s shaved pussy. “Baby’s getting worked up, isn’t she?”
“Mommy…” Becca gasped. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. Do you want relief, baby?” Elaine asked.
“Yes, please.”
Elaine opened a drawer and pulled out a small vibrating wand, still in its packaging. She opened it, plugged it beside the wall, and wrapped the head of it with a silicone cover that came with it. There were little bumps on it. She applied this to Becca gently against her nipples and made Becca squeal in surprise at the sensation. Elaine leaned down, kissed Becca, and then drew the wand down her belly. She traced the outskirts of Becca’s sex, then circularly brought it against her clit, causing Becca’s legs to bend and stretch, her knees opening wide.
“There you go, princess. Just relax. Let Mommy take care of you. Do you think you’re going to make a mess if I keep going?” Elaine asked.
Becca nodded hard. “I do.”
Elaine smiled. She put a towel down under Becca and resumed her task, rubbing the vibrator back and forth against Rebecca while cradling her head. Becca’s lips were pressed to Elaine’s cleavage. Elaine pulled her top down, letting one of her heavy tits free and thus Becca’s teeth to tug, nibble and suck. God, the little princess was so good at that. Elaine was going to need some relief herself, but it could wait. She wanted Becca to relax first.
It was a big one. Her orgasm made Becca scream, viscous girlcum sluiced across the towel as Becca turned pink and red and pink again, her legs quivering. Elaine gripped Becca’s braid and kissed her deeply, putting the wand aside. She wiped Becca’s pussy clean with the towel and spent the next few minutes fondling her, letting her know she was safe and loved.
Becca’s focus was on Elaine’s breasts, though.
While she was busy sucking Elaine’s nipples and driving Elaine wild, Elaine did her best to get Becca into a dry cloth diaper, powdered and clean.
“You can come off the changing table, now, princess. We can watch whatever you want.”
“I want to watch Mommy cum,” Becca said, her voice haughty.
“Babygirl, your wish is my command.
Elaine moved, sat on the edge of the table, and let Becca drag her panties down her thighs. Her skirt pushed up, Becca gripped each of Elaine’s thighs over her shoulders and started eating the older woman out.
Her thumb pressed into Elaine’s back hole and made her whimper. She told Becca what a good girl she was. Becca enjoyed the encouragement, rocking herself, and her tongue, in and out of Elaine’s pussy while her other thumb pressed against Elaine’s clit. Elaine picked the wand back up and turned it on, then moved it between her legs. She looked Becca in the eye and pressed it to her own clit, Becca started fingering her deep hard and fast, while the wand did its work.
“I’m coming, baby,” Elaine gasped. “Back up… watch me…”
Becca moved to the side, her lips attaching once again to Elaine’s nipple, looking down at Elaine’s quivering popping pussy as the orgasm came over her. She came hard and before she knew it Becca was back down on her knees, licking her clean.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Elaine said soberly.
“A thousand little deaths would be nice,” Becca said.
“They would. Do you want to stay just like that, Becca, or do you want to put a onesie on?”
“A onesie,” Becca said.
“Pick one out. I need to go shower. Go ahead and get in my bed, I’ll join you. I’m too tired to cook tonight, so maybe we just order Chinese. Sound okay to you, princess?” Elaine said.
“Sounds perfect.”
On Your Knees, Babygirl
Chapter 1: Becca
“H i, I’m here to see Elaine Wuornos,” Becca said to a robust man standing in the front lobby of a building with marble floors and floor to ceiling glass windows. The elevators dinged in the background.
He looked her over. Becca stood up a little straighter. She’d worn something nice to visit Elaine at the office, but it occurred to her nice meant something a little different downtown than it did in the suburbs. Her floral skirt barely reached her kneecaps where cream white stockings picked up the job. The peekaboo top she wore was summery rather than professional and she finished the outfit off with her cowboy boots. “I brought her lunch,” Becca explained.
“Is Ms. Wuornos expecting you?” the guard asked.
“Um… well… No. I was just trying to make a nice gesture,” Becca said, her confident façade cracking.
“It is a nice gesture,” he reassured her. He picked up the phone and Becca waited. She tried not to listen to the guard’s conversation but couldn’t contain a smile when he put the phone down. “She’s going to come down and greet you.” He handed her a guest pass. “Put this on, go through security, she’ll meet you at the elevator.”
“Thank you,” Becca exhaled a sigh of relief.
By the time she made it through the metal detectors, Elaine was already waiting for her.
Elaine, beautiful and immaculately put together, stood with her hair in a shiny chignon and a sleek royal blue dress that hugged her curves without compromising her elegance. She walked forward from the bank of elevators, a name badge bouncing at the label of her black blazer. “Becca, what a lovely surprise,” she spoke with in warm voice. She looked happy to see Becca.
“I thought I’d bring you lunch since Uncle Leroy let me off early,” Becca announced. They embraced, and Becca breathed in the scent of Elaine’s perfume. It was fresh and floral and reminded Becca of the wine Elaine drank in the evenings. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, baby. Should we go up to my office and share lunch?” Elaine asked.
“Would that be okay? I know you weren’t expecting me,” Becca said.
“Of course. I’m the boss,” Elaine said, still holding onto Becca’s waist. They stepped onto an elevator and when the doors closed, Elaine pushed Becca up against the wall. She slipped her fingers around Becca’s nape and smiled down into Becca’s eyes, stealing the younger woman’s breath away. “I’m glad you’re here, little one.”
Becca smiled back, her confidence back. “I’m glad too, Mommy.”
Elaine bent her head to kiss Becca and didn’t stop until the elevator dinged. “I guess I should introduce you to my assistant,” Elaine said with a soft sigh. “Though it’s been nice having you all to myself.”
Becca swallowed, “You’ve got an assistant?” In her mind’s eye she pictured a woman just as attractive as Elaine, but more put together. Someone who understood her better and more convenient to reach.
“Mhm.” Elaine took her hand and led her out into the sixteenth floor’s lobby. A woman with a head full of black curls answered the phones as it rang, a few people sat in a circle beyond that desk where the work seemed to be happening on sofas. The smell of coffee was strong. She could hear a few people arguing passionately about risk and reward. But Elaine walked toward them, then past them.
“Who were those people?” Becca asked.
“Cons
ultants. A client we helped is doing well. They’re arguing about what to do next,” Elaine explained. “They don’t need me for that conversation unless someone draws blood.” She poked her head into a small office beside her own – Becca knew it was Elaine’s office because the door next to it said so.
“Abner, could you come out here for a moment. I know it’s your lunch break,” Elaine said, “But I’d like you to meet someone.”
Abner emerged from the darkened room. The man wore shaded glasses and had a water bottle in hand. “I’m still waiting for the delivery boy to show up. Who’s this?” Abner asked an easy smile on his face despite the pain in his voice.
“This is the woman I’m seeing, Becca Brookfield. We’ll be headed to the beach tomorrow afternoon so if you need to reach me, just call the cottage,” Elaine said.
Becca held out her hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Abner.”
“Delighted, Ms. Brookfield,” the reed-thin man replied and shook her offered hand. Then he pulled a card out of his coat pocket and handed it to Becca. “If you need to reach out for any reason, let me know. Ms. Wuornos can be hard to get hold of sometimes.”
Elaine shook her head. “It’s not often, but it’s true. Thank you, Abner. You can get back to resting.”
Even Becca recognized that as a dismissal. Abner went back into the dark room and shut the door behind him.
“He gets migraines,” Elaine explained. “I’ve tried to send him home, but he wouldn’t have it. The dark room was a compromise.”
“Oh,” Becca replied. “I can’t imagine answering a bunch of calls all day helps.”
“Sometimes I turn off his call forwarding without telling him,” Elaine admitted. “Only when it’s bad, though. He’s a great assistant.”
“Should we still go to the beach?” Becca asked.
“Yes. The whole office will be shut down this weekend. The building’s security systems are being updated so no one’s allowed on the premises,” Elaine exhaled. “Anyway, I’m starved. What’s in your bag?”
Becca followed Elaine into her office and carried the thick paper sack to her coffee table. Her office furniture was high end, more expensive than anything currently in Elaine’s apartment, but sacrificed nothing in comfort. The buttery leather couch Becca sat down on cradled her as she started extracting the contents of the paper sack. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a variety,” Becca explained. “Curry puff pastries, char siew, orange chicken, and two Bahn mi. I also packed something my aunt taught me how to make, but if you don’t like it I understand.”