Her Babygirl: The Complete Collection

by Hart, Poppy

  “Go ahead and get back to work. You should take the photo with you; I haven’t put my fingers on it at all – so it might have fingerprints if you want to get it checked out.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for letting me know.”

  “Of course, Caleb. If you would, let the others know they’re free to leave early today. I sent Abner home already.”

  The young man nodded and shut the door behind him.

  Now that their conversation was wrapping up, Becca had once again started to caress Elaine, this time her fingers drawing circles against Elaine’s pussy, tightening her focus on the older woman’s clit as Elaine watched Caleb leave the room.

  Elaine groaned out loud once an eternity had passed. “Babygirl, it’s time to come out from under there.”

  There was a muffled protest and Elaine pushed her chair away. She walked to the door and locked it, then stood in the center of the floor. “Come over here, on your knees, baby girl. Crawl to me like an obedient little girl.”

  She heard Becca moan and watched her bedraggled sexed-up little one crawl as directed in her boots and her stockings across the Aubusson rug to kneel at Elaine’s feet. A sense of pride washed over Elaine, seeing her little girl on her knees, ready to please.

  “Tell Mommy what you want, princess.” Elaine all but purred.

  “I want to finish eating your pussy, Mommy. Please,” Becca asked softly.

  Elaine’s eyes darkened, she spread her stance. She pulled Becca’s hair, wrapping it around her hand, and softly, slowly, directed her mouth to her pussy. “Go ahead, baby. Finish your task.”

  Becca moaned, her eyes shining up at Elaine’s. The older woman was overcome with the urge to own and possess, Becca. When it was over, she could coddle and spoil the young woman… but at the moment, her darkest fantasies were coming to light. She rubbed herself against Becca’s face, her knees trembling as she stood, tall and regal in her expensive heels.

  The sound of Becca’s mouth moving against her, the feeling of her tongue and nose pushing Elaine over the edge as her tongue pressed inside of Elaine, her hands on Elaine’s ass, drawing her deeper in as Elaine’s voice broke into a moan.

  “My god, princess. You’re making me cum right on your face!” Elaine admitted as she clenched, her pussy throbbing as pleasure arched through her, knees almost giving out. Becca’s hungry mewls never stopped, her jaw working again and again over Elaine’s sensitive flesh, not until Elaine pulled her away.

  She panted, looking Becca in the eye, her hand still holding Becca’s hair in her fist. “I’m ready to take you home and fuck you, but unfortunately I didn’t get much work done at all.”

  “Mm, that’s okay, Mommy. I can just play with myself on the couch to motivate you,” Becca grinned impishly.

  Chapter 3: Becca

  S he hadn’t expected what would happen when she told Elaine she would play with herself. Perhaps she should have. It was quick. The woman was a lot stronger than she appeared, Becca knew that, but to be immediately picked up and thrown on the couch… to be held down.

  To feel the repeated impact of Elaine’s hand across her thick bottom as Elaine circled her clit over and over, a soft growl in the woman’s sultry voice.

  “You are mine.” Smack.

  “This pussy is mine.” Smack.

  “I am in charge.” Smack.

  “Repeat those words, Becca. Play with your pussy while I spank you so you can get it in your head.”

  Becca groaned, her bottom aching. The spankings from Elaine, though unexpected, were more than welcome. Her fingers centered on her clit as she looked up at Elaine, her knees pressed into her chest. Her whole physique was on display for the woman who had taken control of her heart, body, mind, in just a matter of days. She rubbed her clit, her labia stretching as she bit her lip. A smack came down. “I’m yours, Mommy.”

  Smack.

  “This pussy is yours, Mommy. I’m sorry for teasing you with it.” Smack . The addition of an apology had Elaine pause, reach forward, and grab her chin.

  “No, you’re not. You’re going to keep doing it, aren’t you Becca?”

  “Yes,” Becca admitted to herself.

  “Do you know why you’re going to keep doing it, Becca?” Elaine asked, her eyes lit up. She was smiling. It was like she was that Becca was going to disobey her.

  “Because you like it. Even though… You are in charge,” Becca admitted. Another smack on her ass had Becca calling out, her pussy clenching, moisture seeping from it. Her own scent drove her a little mad as Elaine watched her.

  “Again, Becca. Keep going,” Elaine deeply breathed.

  “This pussy is yours,” Becca moaned.

  Elaine pushed a finger inside of Becca’s pussy, caught moisture, and then started toying with her asshole. Becca clenched tight, waiting for the spanking. Elaine pulled her cheeks apart and gave a sharp slap on Becca’s rear. She continued, penetrating Becca slowly.

  “I am yours,” Becca whimpered. Elaine pumped her finger in and out of Becca’s pussy as Becca vigorously rubbed her clit, her own fingers sinking into her sex to collect moisture and use it as lubricant against her clit. Elaine watched her closely, then struck her hand, once again, in a sharp smack.

  “You’re in charge, Mommy!” Becca cried out, her eyes clouding as her body arched.

  Elaine covered Becca’s hand, pushing her fingers deep into her own pussy, and whispered darkly. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby girl? Your tight little pussy clenching all over your fingers? Can you imagine if those fingers were mine? If these fingers in your ass were a thick plug? Mm?”

  “Yes,” Becca confessed.

  Elaine relaxed, moving to pull her soaked princess into her lap, cradling her on the couch. “That was a big one, wasn’t it?”

  Becca was shaking hard. The waves of pleasure were still throbbing through her, her face turned to press into Elaine’s neck. Elaine held her until she could relax, slowly kissing her temple and whispering words of comfort and encouragement.

  “Do you see how messy you get, Becca? Therefore, my little one needs a diaper under her butt when she masturbates,” Elaine decreed. “You don’t have to wear it during, but it’ll make your messes more manageable, won’t it?”

  Becca nodded, her face glowing with heat. She felt more and more that she’d do anything Elaine asked. The diaper was comfortable to wear. It just wasn’t her idea of sexy – it was humiliating as much as it was comforting. “I’m sorry I didn’t wear it today,” she said.

  “I’m not,” Elaine said. “If you hadn’t… things wouldn’t have gone quite the same as they did, baby girl. And I wouldn’t have changed a thing. You are perfect how you are, even when you’re being naughty. Especially when you’re being naughty.”

  Mommy’s Cupcake

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  F riday afternoon, dressed for the beach, Elaine picked Becca up from work. Her top was tied just below her breasts, allowing a swathe of midriff to appear. Pressed black shorts and a big floppy hat completed her ensemble. She’d put the top down on her car, wanting to let loose. When Becca came out of the shop covered in grease, Elaine wondered if she shouldn’t have let Becca go home first… but then Becca stripped out of her coveralls and climbed in. Her tummy glinted with the silver piercing sitting in her belly button. Her cheek and upper brow were smudged a little with grease, giving her a roguish look, as if the smudge were a scar. Elaine leaned over and pulled the young woman into her arms and kissed her soundly until the long-legged mechanic was breathless. She needed the small vacation and was grateful the mechanic agreed to join her for it.

  “What was that for?” Becca asked.

  “It’s just damn good to see you, my darling,” Elaine confessed. Truth was, she’d been stressed all morning, unsure that the promises she’d made to her employees and Becca would pan out. She had almost had to cancel the trip. Instead of telling Becca all that, though, she pulled out a wet wipe from the center console and motheringly wiped the grease of
f her lover’s face. Becca blushed at the sudden attention, her eyes closing and features becoming impassive as Elaine worked to eliminate the smears. When she was done, she kissed each place the grease had lingered and settled back into the driver’s seat.

  “Sorry, I normally like the look of you all greased up. But, starting right this second, I don’t want us to talk about work or think about work until we come back from the beach,” Elaine willed.

  “I dig it,” Becca agreed. She leaned over the console and kissed Elaine’s cheek. “It’s good to see you too, Mommy.”

  Elaine let Becca choose the music for the road. The three-hour trip was maddening. Becca kept teasing her. By the time they reached the cottage, Elaine was ready to bend Becca over her knee.

  Basically naked, the little one sprawled across a lounger on the porch. It was a grey evening, the sunset reflected on the large windows. Music drifted from inside the house while Elaine watched Becca stretch out in nothing else but her pastel pink cloth diaper. Becca still hadn’t been brave enough to use one for its function, merely as comfort, since she’d begun wearing them. Elaine didn’t mind that, so long as she wore them. Becca needed reminding of the fact that she was little and that making messes was Becca’s job and cleaning them up was Elaine’s pleasure as her caregiver.

  “Mommy, can I please take this off?” Becca asked.

  “What will you wear instead?” Elaine teased her.

  “The air,” Becca sighed breathily. “I just want to be naked for a while.”

  “Go ahead, baby,” Elaine said, her eyes twinkling at the notion. She sipped a glass of peach tea, her hat discarded and the blouse around her ribs untied. Nudity didn’t sound so bad, especially not when in her lover’s presence with no one else like to see it for miles.

  “What are we going to do tonight, Mommy?” Becca asked.

  “I was thinking we’d do whatever the hell we feel like,” Elaine answered. “But tomorrow, I want to make cupcakes. Does that sound good to you?”

  “Sounds amazing!”

  “Good. I’ll get started on dinner, Becca. Why don’t you go unpack our bags?”

  “Yes ma’am,” Becca smiled. She got up, stripped out of her diaper, and left it behind on the chair.

  A short time later, Becca strode into the kitchen holding something metal in her hand. Elaine almost choked on a stick of celery she was snacking on while she seared the chicken for her jambalaya. “What are you doing with that, baby girl?”

  “I guess I’m just wondering… what is it?” Becca said, her body erect, breasts swaying as she stood in nude glory in front of her Mommy-Domme.

  “It’s an anal plug, cupcake. I thought we might use them this weekend. There should’ve been two in the bag. One for me… one for you,” she murmured as she got control of her cough.

  Becca’s eyes brightened. “Will you put it in for me, Mommy?”

  “After you’ve had a chance to prepare for it. You’ll need to go potty and clean yourself really good before we do it,” Elaine told her charge. “I’d offer to help, but we don’t seem to be that comfortable yet with expressing in a diaper, so I assume the same goes here.”

  “I… yes…,” Becca nodded firmly. “I can do it myself,” she said.

  “That’s A-Okay with me, princess. Whatever you’re comfortable with. There’s a set of instructions in the side pocket of my bag if you want to read them over and get started. Dinner will probably be another thirty minutes.”

  “Mommy…?” Becca’s voice sounded uncertain.

  “What is it, pumpkin?” Elaine asked.

  “Thank you for thinking of all this, for me. For being so caring and understanding.”

  “Oh, baby. That’s my job. You don’t have to thank me for that,” she told Becca with a soft expression and wrapped Becca in a hug with a kiss on the head.

  Becca kissed her lips and ran off in a sprint to do as she was told.

  ∞∞∞

  Elaine bit her lip as she walked across the cottage into the bedroom and found Becca sprawled across her bed on a towel. She was pink and smelled of shampoo, her bottom was tilted high in the air as she wiggled her hips to-and-fro. “I’m ready, Mommy.”

  “Are you?” Elaine laughed. She swatted Becca’s rump, eager to get her hands on the minx, and curled her arm around Becca’s waist. She pulled her up, her slick back pressing into her bosom to palm both of Becca’s breasts. Rolling them, squeezing them, she softly nibbled at the sweet curve of her girlfriend’s neck, her teeth softly scraping upward toward her ear lobe. “Because I think you need a little more warming up.”

  Becca trembled in her arms, her pulse racing under Elaine’s tongue. She swallowed and arched against the older woman. “Maybe you’re right,” she said.

  “Mhm,” Elaine agreed. One hand drifted down Becca’s nude form and caressed her belly, her hip, then lower over her pubis. She brushed the backs of her fingers down through the growth of dense brown hair emerging from Becca’s sex. “My little one is so soft,” she commented. Then her fingers twisted and plucked lower, teasing Becca’s velvet flesh. “Soft and wet,” she whispered.

  Becca cried out as Elaine kissed her neck again and slowly worked the young woman into a tizzy, probing and stroking her most sensitive places. Only when Becca was on the edge of an orgasm did she stop and kiss her way down the young woman’s spine, bend her forward, and bury her tongue in Becca’s backside. She plunged her fingers into Becca’s cunt and gripped the surgical steel metal plug in her hand – now warm from being nestled in Becca’s fist for so long. She rubbed it through the slick moisture of Becca’s pussy, then licked it and spat on it. She pressed it against Becca’s bottom hole, then watched. She knew it wouldn’t be enough – not when Becca was an anal virgin by all accounts. Instead, she reached over into the leather bag Becca had gone snooping in and plucked out a small bottle of water-based lubricant to use to open her little girl’s hole wider for the plug.

  The clock ticked, the Mommy-Domme crooned as Becca squirmed and moaned. “You’re doing so well, my sweet girl,” was met with a cry of pleasure from Becca. Elaine’s fingers squeezed and pinched her labia and clit and pushed the metal plug into Becca’s backdoor in one smooth motion. The flared end kept it safely outside, no risk of disappearing into the quivering tightness of Becca’s bottom. She turned her kisses to Becca’s ass, softly nibbling the unexplored flesh and marking the young woman as her own. “How does it feel, princess?”

  “I feel so full,” Becca moaned.

  “Do you like it?” Elaine asked, knowing this was all that mattered.

  “Oh yes, I like it.”

  ∞∞∞

  Sand clinging to her feet, Elaine stretched her legs out as she sat down in the lounge chair she’d dragged down to the beach. The sky was overcast, but it didn’t matter. There was a beautiful woman playing among the waves before her. The sound of Becca’s laughter brought joy to her heart. It felt like the time during their weekend together was moving much too fast, but she’d made Becca a promise and she intended to keep it. Sunday night was Becca’s standing dinner date with her family and Elaine found herself nervous despite the reassurances of her new girlfriend.

  She bit her lip and raised the still steaming cup of coffee toward her mouth. Becca jumped up and down with each coming wave, her breasts rising and falling in the adorable pink ruffled bikini top. She wore a sparkling black pair of bottoms that barely fit over her butt, which sported a very special addition to their playtime together. That first evening, Becca had agreed to wear the butt plug throughout the day at Elaine’s request.

  Now the light bounced off Becca’s light brown hair, stringy and wet from the saltwater, and the twenty-five-year-old came jaunting up the beach toward Elaine. She collapsed on her knees in front of Elaine, hands reaching for Elaine’s knees as she looked up. “That was so fun, Mommy. Why don’t you join me?” Becca entreated.

  “Because it’s more fun to watch you. The water’s too cold for these old bones right now,”
Elaine said regretfully over her cup of coffee. She sipped it and then put it down on the arm of her lounger. Becca gave a pout, her cheek brushing against the bare inside of Elaine’s knee. Elaine reached down and stroked her baby girl’s jaw, her thumb moving to brush against the supple curve of her lip.

  “That is a very effective pout, Becca. It if it were any other request, you’d surely get your way,” Elaine promised her.

  Becca nuzzled her hand and softly bit her palm. “A compliment if there ever was one. May I make another request?”

  Elaine shivered and stroked her fingers toward Becca’s thick hair, kneading her scalp slightly. “Anything.”

  “Let’s go back to bed.” Becca’s eyes sparkled in the morning light. Elaine drew in a breath, the invitation washing over her.

  “I thought you would want to the whole day on the beach,” Elaine said, unable to hide her smile.

  “I want to spend the whole day with you, ” Becca argued lightly. She lurched upward, stealing a kiss from Elaine’s lips. It was a mere peck, but the playful boldness of her girl had Elaine on the edge of her seat. She was truly falling for Becca and didn’t know how much longer she could keep that to herself.

  “Then let’s head in and get cleaned up. We don’t want sand in the sheets, do we?” Elaine asked.

  “Nope!” Becca piped, popping up from the sand. The wild one sprinted up the beach, grabbing her towel and her sandals on the way. Elaine watched, amused, and took one last long sip of her coffee before she stood up and picked her own items up. Becca had a head start, and she could keep it. It was much more fun watching her run ahead.

  Chapter 2: Becca

  E xcited, Becca tramped into the outdoor shower stall and stripped down. Her eyes closed as she pulled the cord, bracing herself for the sting of cold water to come. The water rinsed her clean, cooling the sun-kissed tops of her breasts and shoulders. Even on a cloudy day, she’d earned a little bit of a sunburn. Not minding, she turned in a circle, letting her head fall back to rinse the salt from her hair. A few moments later, she heard the soft voice of her Mommy-Domme as she was coming up the wooden plank steps; she was singing.