Mommy's Favorite: Mistress Mommy Book Two by Abby CollierDiapers and lots of naps and yukky formula in bottles and the strictest possible bare bottom discipline and lots and lots of attention to Alicia's poor little bottom hole. Fem/dom ageplay
Alicia is now firmly ensconced in Mommy’s big old–fashioned house, but as the ”baby” in the group her life is anything but easy. While others in the house get ”big–girl” privileges, such as movie night and grown–up food, Mommy decides that Alicia needs a good, long time in the baby stage. This means diapers and lots of naps and yukky formula in bottles. It also means the strictest possible bare–bottom discipline and lots and lots of attention to Alicia’s poor little bottom hole.
When Mommy decides that ”big–sis” Amy should learn everything there is to know about caring for Alicia, it’s almost more than Alicia can stand, particularly when it’s Amy that’s getting Alicia into trouble to begin with. Yet every time she rebels against Mommy’s regimen, Alicia finds that the idea of giving it up never really crosses her mind. And one night, when she’s firmly tucked into Mommy’s bed and realizes she really is ”Mommy’s Favorite,” Alicia understands she could never leave.
Publisher’s note: ”Mommy’s Favorite” is an extremely explicit story featuring themes of fem–dom age–play, including severe spanking, diaper play, and anal punishment. It contains scenes of dubious consent. If such material offends you please do not buy ”Mommy’s Favorite.”
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Mommy's Favorite: Mistress Mommy Book Two (Sample Chapter)
Oh Mommy! fem/dom ageplay
© Abby Collier and Blushing Publications, 2013
"No, Mommy, no! Please, no!"
The fact that Mommy had forgotten to put the pacifier back in her mouth wasn't lost on little Alicia, and she was taking full advantage of that fact as she found herself tugged up the stairs to her room, her right forearm held firmly in a vise grip that belied her Mommy's small size. When she was particularly perturbed, Mommy seemed to favor this approach rather than taking a miscreant's hand. It provided much better control and more of a mental reminder to the misbehaving woman-child that whatever she had done was not going to be tolerated.
In the time that she'd been in residence, Alicia had been amazed at just how strong such a small woman could be. No amount of wiggling, twisting, writhing, or kicking - and there had been a tremendous amount - seemed not to faze her in the least. Although some of her charges were quite a bit bigger than she was, as far as she knew, none of them had ever managed to wrest the upper hand from their severely benevolent benefactress.
She, who was the youngest and the smallest - chronologically, physically, mentally, and was treated as such by everyone in this household - was the least likely candidate to ever be able to wrest free.
She wanted to scream that it was all Amy's fault, but knew better even without having to be told. But it was always Amy's fault! She delighted in getting Alicia into trouble with their Mommy, and it was her voice that sent dread through Licia's heart - almost even more so than being trotted upstairs to meet what she knew was going to be a painful destiny at Mommy's hand - when she heard her big sister call, in that sickly-sweet voice from the bottom of the very stairs.
"May I help you with the baby, Momma?"
Alicia opened her mouth to cry to the heavens that Amy didn't want to do any such thing as help, she just wanted to be an eager witness - or even more, an eager participant - in Licia's humiliation. As she took in her breath, Alicia had found her mouth full of the biggest pacifier Mommy owned, a specialty item that had been made just for Mommy, and it filled nearly her entire mouth.
She knew better than to spit it out for any reason short of sickness or death. Even Amy's treachery didn't qualify as a reason to defy Mommy's rule that adult baby girls did not take a pacifier out of their own mouths, especially since Alicia had no interest in adding a second considerable punishment on top of the one she was already facing.
Usually she found the sensation of a binky filling her mouth to be inexplicably soothing, but not when she felt she needed to protest Amy's presence at her punishment, especially when it really was Amy's fault she was being punished in the first place.
Mommy was extremely strict with her adult young ladies, and demanded an awful lot from them; missing the marks she set for them - no matter how small the goal - was not acceptable, The consequences for doing so were quite severe, although she was very mindful of her charges and made accommodations where needed. She had discontinued bedtime spankings for Alicia because Alicia was getting so many of them already during the day, and it was cutting into one of the things Mommy prized along with discipline for her adult children - sleep, especially in baby Alicia's case. So she gave her a reprieve for the bedtime spankings, although she told her she thought they would be readdressed later on, perhaps when she was a bit older.
There were also rewards - both big and small - for pleasing her. One of the smaller rewards that Alicia had earned was a beautiful stuffed carousel horse that her Mommy gave her after she'd been there a while. Alicia didn't like to think about why she'd earned the reward, because it was still somewhat embarrassing to her, and she ended up over Mommy's lap every time she blushed and refused to talk about it.
Mommy had given her the gorgeously detailed horse that was emblazoned with her name on a ribbon across his side as a reward for having completely lost the ability to control her bladder. Originally, Mommy had intended on sending Licia to school in pull ups, but she lost control so completely that Mommy knew it had to be diapers.
She also knew that this was a blow to what remained of big Alicia's ego - whom she knew was looking forward to the return of some form of young adult normalcy in the form of being allowed to wear pull ups - which were at least somewhat like underpants - if only during school hours. And she wanted to bolster her little side, instead.
Alicia was a rarity. Whether she liked it or not, her body - having attained the ripe old age of eighteen chronologically - still very much preferred that she be treated as a baby, and took to it very quickly - much to her adult mind's dismay, Margot realized.
But she did everything she could to reinforce the baby side of Alicia's personality and physicality, encouraging it to dominate her every waking moment, up to and including those spent in class, where she couldn't help but be reminded, every time she moved, that she was wearing a thickly padded diaper beneath her skirt.
It had been a long time since Margot had met a young woman like Alicia. Baby girls like her were diamonds in the rough, rare gems that took buffing to polish them to perfection, and Margot only hoped that she was up to the challenge. She wasn't twenty-five herself any more, and someone with Alicia's open, malleable tendencies meant that she could easily be led astray, and that demanded a lot of attention in the way of both punishments and praise - although much more often the former - to keep her on task.
She knew the moment she saw the look of pure delight on the baby's face as Licia made a sweeping grasp for the horse and nearly overbalanced herself from her position sitting on a blanket on the floor of the parlor for a short bout of play time, that she was more than capable of rising to the occasion, despite having reached the advanced age of thirty-four.
The horse - who was quickly named Chauncey - became Alicia's touchstone, and he went with her everywhere. She even put him in her book bag and took him to school. He was with her in her crib when Mommy spanked her, or examined her. He resided between her feet on her high chair when she was being fed, and when she was nose-first in the corner he sat dejectedly at her feet, because Mommy didn't allow her to hold Chauncey when she was sentenced to corner time.
Tonight was Friday night, which was Family Night. That meant that the family spent it together - mandatorily - playing games or eating popcorn and watching an age-appropriate movie, like Wall-E or something like that. Mommy always very, very carefully vetted media for language and adult situations. Mommy was extremely judicious about the movies, TV and reading material she allowed into the house for entertainment purposes. There were only a few TVs in the house, and those were only in the rooms of the girls who were considered to be older, and even those had the strictest of parental controls. If it wasn't appropriate for aged 5 or under - Sesame Street, Dora the Explorer, Rugrats and the like - it wasn't allowed in the house, and if it was a movie, a book, or a magazine, she viewed it thoroughly before deciding whether her charges saw it. Nothing of any kind of a sexual - or even romantic - nature was allowed at all. Everything had to be kid-oriented.
Of course, Alicia was only allowed to go to Family Night if she'd been good the rest of the week, which meant that she wasn't often allowed to attend, especially in the beginning of her stay, and even then, as she was still a baby, she was only allowed to stay up for about an hour of it - maybe a little more if she was extra well-behaved. Mommy didn't want her to become overtired.
Amy had been extra-cantankerous this evening. She had been kept home because of a snow day, and she had been needling Alicia all day. She'd refilled Alicia's formula bottle when Mommy wasn't looking, so that Licia had had to drink one-and-a-half bottles of the hated formula for lunch rather than just one. She'd come into her room while Alicia was supposed to be napping and pinched her nipples terribly hard. There was nothing that poor Alicia, who always slept bound hand and foot, completely immobilized and usually blindfolded, too, could do about it but bear it and cry behind the pacifier that was strapped into her mouth. She knew it was Amy because Amy told her exactly who it was that was torturing her.
It didn't end there. At dinner, Amy had thrown Licia's bottle across the room and told Mommy that Alicia did it. That had nearly cost Alicia her Family Night time, and, worse than that, Mommy had taken her out of her high chair and placed her over her lap, tsking all the time about how she should know better by now. She had then flipped the skirt of Alicia's frilly dress up over her head, tore the Velcro tabs of her diapers apart and began spanking her mercilessly as the others around the table immediately put their utensils down - as they were required to do - and watched the misbehaving child receive her comeuppance.
Much to Alicia's consternation, Amy offered a suggestion part way through her spanking. "Mommy, there's a wooden spoon here -"
Suddenly, it wasn't just Mommy's hand that was cracking swiftly and crisply down onto her unsuccessfully-dodging bum, but the utensil that Amy had so helpfully provided, which was, of course, as Amy had intended, a thousand times worse.
Before Mommy was through, Alicia was positively howling from her spanking, and she had had to enlist two of the others, one to hold each of her ankles, well apart and down, so that she couldn't kick up at Mommy's hand as she viciously wielded that kitchen helper on her baby girl's helpless bottom.
Alicia found herself back in her high chair, this time bound snugly at ankle and wrist, sniffling and snorting and coughing and choking, but with little sympathy coming from Mommy's corner, and even less from Miss Amy, who wore a snidely angelic smile as she slid a glance at her baby sister and grinned.
"I suggest you finish your bottle post-haste, Alicia Marie, or you'll be sent to bed right now with no Family Time for you," Mommy warned, pressing the bottle into Alicia's mouth, brooking no disobedience whatsoever.
Formula mixed with tears tasted worse than ever, but Alicia finished it, because she loved to spend time with the people who were rapidly becoming like her siblings. Well, all but one of them.
But Amy just couldn't leave her alone. All during the movie, which Mommy generously allowed her to stay up through, she kept stealing Chauncey - surreptitiously, of course. Not that they would have noticed, anyway - movies were a rare treat, and everyone's eyes were glued to the TV. But Alicia was surprised that Mommy didn't see. She was usually completely attuned to what was going on with every one of them, and rarely missed a trick.
Finally, Alicia couldn't take it any longer. She seemed to have much less patience than she did when she arrived, and she wasn't sure if that was a function of how she was being treated or not; she just knew it was a fact. She often found herself simply throwing back her head and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Mommy's reaction, of course, was immediate and not altogether unexpected. She jumped up and grabbed Alicia's arm, pulling her up and divesting her of her diaper right then and there - in front of everyone - and delivered ten tremendous swats across those moist natal hillocks with one of the implements that was ever present: an antique wooden hairbrush.
When she'd laid down a fine cherry-red sheen on her baby girl's rounded crests, she wrapped her strong fingers around the adult little girl's forearm, just before her wrist, and pulled her out of the room. She promised in a stern, warning voice that Alicia had already learned to fear, "If you want to scream, Alicia, I promise you, I'll give you something to scream about."
When the three of them made it up to Alicia's room, with its babyish accoutrement and subtle pastel carousel horse theme, Mommy wasted no time in immobilizing her in her crib, over the pretty pink and purple pad. Her legs were well-spradled, diaper still beneath her in case she needed it, her bottom completely exposed. She handed Alicia's dress to Amy, who was only too eager to be of assistance and hang it in its proper place before returning to gawk and crow silently at her rival's misfortune.
"Amy, would you hand me her plug, please?"
"This one, Momma?" Amy held up the small one that Margot had been using on Alicia since she'd arrived.
"No, the next one up."
Alicia's head, which had been down, her chin resting dejectedly on the crib mattress in what was already beginning to be a pool of tears, shot up at that pronouncement, but she somehow managed to successfully squelch the horrified - and somewhat indignant - squeal that gathered at the bottom of her throat, and she knew that that was a very good thing, considering that she already found herself outspread over her punishment bolster, awaiting a punishment for an uncontrolled outburst. She didn't need to add another on top of that.
"Mommy, the baby's head is not secure. Would you like me to do that?"
"Why, yes, honey, that would be a big help to Mommy. We wouldn't want her to hurt herself, would we?"
There were several very beautiful, lacy bonnets that Alicia was sometimes forced to wear to bed. Some simply covered her head and had Velcro straps beneath her chin that were then secured to corresponding loop in the mattress that was revealed when the fitted crib sheet was pulled down a bit. Some were more elaborate and covered most of her face, with plugs for her ears, a blindfold component over her eyes, as well as a method of locking her binky - or something else - into her mouth.
Amy used the one that was there, which blindfolded her but didn't plug her ears. She could see Amy's huge, self satisfied grin before she was rendered sightless, though, and had never wished quite that hard that someone would drop dead on the spot.
"While you're up, please hand me the KY, also."
Alicia fairly whimpered, but she knew that that would be of no assistance to her cause. Indeed, her whimpers and moans only seemed to drive her Mommy to greater depravities, and she was rapidly trying to learn to stifle them, although with limited success.
Her breath stuttered into her lungs as she felt her Mommy part the already-roasted nether cheeks, to place the tip of what Licia thought of as a huge new presence against her bottom flower. It felt absolutely enormous, and her Mommy hadn't even begun to slip it inside her yet.
"Now, Alicia, I want you to take this without much fuss. You've already had its equivalent in your little bottom hole before, although you didn't know it, but my two fingers are about as wide as this plug gets, so I suggest you take this as quietly as you can. You've already got a considerable punishment coming for your outburst downstairs. You don't want to make that any worse than it already is, do you?"
With that, Mommy began to press that unforgiving intruder forward, ignoring the natural resistance of her baby girl's body, slowly claiming more and more territory, stretching that virginal opening wider and wider. Licia whimpered and moaned and moaned, but tried to be as quiet as she could, knowing she didn't want to add to what she'd already earned.
Margot firmly believed that restricting an adult child's ability to respond to what was being done to them was a very good thing. All of her children's rooms had been very thoroughly soundproofed - as was her own and most of the rest of the house, except for the kitchen and the servants' quarters. She allowed her children to express their feelings at a punishment or an examination with little to no curtailment. If pressed, she might even confess to enjoying the sounds of a little one as she moaned and begged for the punishment - or examination - to be over.
Occasionally - and for baby Alicia more often than the rest - she felt it was a good thing to challenge them not only with the application of the punishment itself, but also the added impetus of bearing it with composure. They never knew where the cutoff was that would earn them more of the same, so they wisely tried to be silent when she imposed this further restriction.
The current challenge was no problem for Licia to bear quietly. Alicia was the most anally responsive adult baby girl she'd ever encountered, and her Mommy knew that Alicia found that to be extremely embarrassing, which was one of the reasons that Margot spent so much time stimulating her there. It brought such a beautiful blush to Licia's skin. She positively glowed with it as she fought to control her baser instincts and suppress the guttural groan that sometimes gurgled out from behind her pacifier.
Margot knew that one of the things that Licia struggled against every time she took this position - besides her tendency to over-dramatize what was happening to her, driving the slickly coated tip of a good-sized plug even further into the baby girl's backside - was her own distinct pleasure at what was happening, and the severe guilt and humiliation she felt as a result of feeling such things, incited, as they were, from ministrations to an area that she least wished to acknowledge. Even worse was having to suppress animalistic moans because what was going on back there brought her dangerously close to culmination.
For that reason that Margot took a very long time in introducing the plug into Alicia's wholly unwilling and thoroughly reluctant bottom. The poor girl couldn't avoid it - she couldn't move in any manner at all to get away from its advance. Her mommy had lashed her tight within her crib, and she wasn't going anywhere until Margot was finished with her - until both her entire backside, from stem to stern and, it seemed, even her bottom flower - were made to be considerable reminders every time she sat down for several days, despite the added bulk and padding of her diaper.
Amy, of course, reveled in every minute, watching avidly as their Mommy chastised her little sister. It certainly was interesting to see things from the other end, she thought, as Mommy pressed on the flange of the plug, advancing it further into Alicia's pretty bottom even more than before, making the poor miscreant catch her breath and moan, tugging silently at the pretty braided loops of pink and purple ribbons that bound her, with their gorgeously quilted and padded satin cuffs wrapped securely around her wrists and ankles, a beautiful coordinating belt around her waist, as well, connected to a bolt in the floor through a small hole in the mattress. If she'd been in a generous mood, which with Alicia she never was, she might have whispered to her not to tense up so much, that that only made the situation worse, although Amy knew from personal experience that when one was the subject in these matters, helpful hints like that often flew from one's head, especially when one had been as successfully - and completely - regressed as Alicia.
Having been spoken to and treated almost entirely as a helpless baby, the eighteen year-old Alicia, when she was with their Mommy, was rapidly beginning to live almost entirely in the moment - with her Mommy's eager encouragement - as if she was truly a toddler, retaining only the areas of adulthood that Mommy considered essential in her household - the ability to feel acute embarrassment, which became ever sharper the further she was regressed, and sexual desire, which Alicia had in spades, according to household gossip. Amy had never seen anyone else that Mommy had brought into their home take to being treated as such as thoroughly as Alicia had, and she didn't think that Licia realized what a rare gift it was.
Amy knew - because Mommy had announced it to the household as if it was something to be celebrated - to Alicia's tremendous humiliation - when Licia had lost complete control of her bladder and was put into diapers full time - and so startlingly soon after her arrival - but she also knew because, having been such a prodigy, Alicia took time with her precious Mommy away from Amy, because Mommy was always doing something with the blasted baby - feeding her or changing her or examining her or spanking her . . .
Amy desperately wanted to be the one who was on the receiving end of all of their Mommy's undivided attention, but instead Alicia usurped it all, and all Amy got was the dregs, if that, as far as she was concerned.
Unfortunately, no one else in the house agreed with her about Mommy's favoritism towards the interloper in their midst, so Amy had decided to set out to make things as uncomfortable for Alicia as she could in hopes of driving her away, and so far, things were going pretty well, she'd have to say.
Mommy's soft but firm voice interrupted Amy's virulent musings as her well manicured hand reached out to pat the baby's red bottom in an intimate manner. "All right, Miss Alicia. I'm going to seat this plug inside you now." The hiccoughing breaths began coming much more rapidly as all four arms and legs tried to flail as much as they could - which wasn't much at all - within their deceptively pretty bonds. That pitiful display was about all Alicia could manage to do in protest at what her Mommy had declared. That horrible thing was going inside her, and the flange would make certain that - no matter how big and how uncomfortable, she wouldn't be able to dislodge it herself. She would be wearing that plug until her Mommy decided she didn't need to, whether that was later on this evening or some time tomorrow. Or later. She would never know until it happened.
Those thoughts running through her head sent her into another fit of useless spasms as her Mommy simply held the plug in place, halfway inside her bottom-hole, while she struggled impotently.
Then the words exploded inside her head. Mommy popped the plug all the way out of her rear hole and looked at Amy, saying, "Would you like to do the honors, Amy, honey?"