Considering that today is the 91st anniversary of seven gangsters being killed in a garage in Chicago (and also since the mods said it was OK to post it here as well as in the Donors’ Lounge), enjoy a little smut.
The sun peeked in between the curtains, silently hammering its rays against Nikki’s eyelids until she had no choice but to wake up. She squinted against the sun and pulled the blanket up over her head. Whoever had the idea of a bedroom with windows facing east ought to be shot. Nikki looked down to where Sarah was sleeping. She lay curled up with her back to the window. Nikki inched closer and looked over Sarah’s shoulder. She had her thumb securely stuck in her mouth, just like Nikki suspected she would. Sarah denied it whenever she was asked about it, but more and more often Nikki had found her sucking her thumb in her sleep. That was when she had an idea.
As slowly and carefully as she could, Nikki reached for her phone on the shelf above the bed. She opened the camera app and snuggled closer, feeling the heat of Sarah’s bare back through her t-shirt. Then she reached over Sarah with the phone and took a selfie with herself and Sarah; topless, thumb in mouth and collar on full display. She was almost disappointed she couldn’t get the camera far enough away to also get the white plastic panties covering Sarah’s cloth diapers. Nikki carefully put the phone back on the shelf and slipped her arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Mmmm?” Sarah stirred as Nikki kissed her neck.
“Good morning sweetie,” Nikki whispered. “How is my little baby girl doing today?”
“Mmm-nottababy. Wanna sleep,” Sarah mumbled. Then she realised she had her thumb in her mouth and pulled it out. “Can’t we just stay in bed?”
“Oh no. It’s time for breakfast soon, and I need to know if my little pet needs to be changed first.” Nikki slid a hand down to Sarah’s thickly padded crotch and patted it.
“Nikki,” Sarah complained, “you know I don’t.”
“A little more respect, if you don’t mind.” Nikki rolled Sarah over on her back and straddled her stomach.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” Sarah said, fake contrition obvious in her voice.
“I don’t believe for a second that you really are.” Nikki leaned down and kissed Sarah’s forehead, giving her a faceful of boobs. “But you will be.”
“Stupid t-shirt,” Nikki heard Sarah mumble below her. Sarah slid her hands under Nikki’s t-shirt and began pulling it up. Nikki grabbed Sarah’s wrists and pinned them against the pillow.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to the bathroom and then I’m making breakfast. Before we eat, I’m putting your daytime diapers on, so I expect you to be on this bed, naked, clean and ready by the time I’m done. The toilet is in the outhouse and there’s a wash basin next to the front door.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide. “You expect me to walk around outside in just my diaper?”
Nikki rolled her eyes. “Of course not. You get to wear your collar and shoes too. And you don’t have to wear your diaper.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Oh, are you sure that’s how you want to play it?” Nikki’s scrutinised Sarah’s face looking for signs of hesitation. Sarah just gave her her best ‘I dare you’ grin.
“Very well.” Nikki let go of Sarah’s wrists and got out of bed. She opened the bag on the floor and pulled out a six-foot length of paracord. She quickly threaded one end through the ring in Sarah’s collar and gave the makeshift leash a tug to encourage her to get moving.
Sarah waddled behind Nikki across the living room and to the entry hall. “Shoes,” Nikki said and pointed to Sarah’s light blue crocs. She awkwardly leaned against the wall and slid her feet inside, wriggling her heels in place. By the time she was done, Nikki had stepped into her unlaced sneakers. She tugged on the rope again and opened the door. Then, wearing just her t-shirt and panties, she walked out, pulling Sarah along.
Sarah stumbled out the door and into the sunlight and birdsong of an early morning in the middle of nowhere. Nikki marched along the wall and around the corner, steadily pulling Sarah along.
“Come on, there’s nobody to see you here. Except the birds.” Nikki gave the leash another tug. She led Sarah to the outhouse. The pungent chemical smell made Sarah wrinkle her nose.
“As much as I love you, wet diapers is where as far as I’ll go, so…” Nikki put a hand on Sarah’s back and gently, but firmly pushed her through the door. “And that’s the only reason you still have the use of your hands,” she added through the closed door.
Nikki had time to put on a pair of shorts and a less worn-out t-shirt before Sarah was finished. When she opened the door, Nikki saw that Sarah had wrapped the towel they used as her night diaper around herself. Sarah handed her the plastic pants.
“Do you know what this means?” Nikki asked as she grabbed the rope that hung from Sarah’s collar.
“What do you mean Mistress? I’m just wearing my diapers, like you told me to.” Sarah smiled smugly, satisfied at having found a loophole in the rules.
Nikki led Sarah back to the cabin, but stopped by the washbasin on the small counter outside the front door. She handed Sarah a pair of surgical gloves.
“Can I at least wash my hands first?”
Nikki pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding.
Sarah quickly washed her hands in the cold water and dried them on her towel-dress. Then she pulled on the gloves. It was a little fiddly, but eventually she succeeded. Sarah knew what came next so she held out her hands, palm up, to get one tennis ball in each hand. Nikki wrapped a single strip of duct tape around each hand, holding the ball in place and reducing Sarah’s hands to useless lumps.
“Now, hands on the counter,” Nikki commanded. Sarah glanced at her as she turned around and did as she was told. It was obvious she was enjoying the opportunity to be even more domineering than when they usually played. Nikki came up behind her, put her hands on Sarah’s hips and pulled her back from the counter until she was standing bent over. Then she tapped the insides of Sarah’s ankles with her foot to get her to spread her legs. Sarah shivered as she felt the breeze caress her barely covered buttocks. Nikki stepped on the rope leash, making sure that Sarah couldn’t stand up straight; then she yanked the towel off Sarah.
Sarah squeaked in surprise and tried to cover herself with her hands, only to find that she couldn’t do that without falling over.
“What are you-” she started.
“Ah-ah-ah. No talking.” Nikki gave Sarah’s buttock a quick smack. Sarah yelped.
“Since you’re going to be wearing your diapers every day this week, hygiene is very important. So every morning, we’re going to make sure that you’re nice and clean before putting on your diapers.”
SMACK! Sarah got another swat across her butt.
“What did I say about talking?” Nikki said sternly.
“Please Mistress, may I say something?”
Nikki paused for a moment, then nodded. “One sentence,” she said. “Make it count.”
“I know it’s important to be clean, but why do we have to do it out here in the open?”
Nikki soaked a washcloth in the basin and ran it up the inside of her thigh. She jumped at the cold, wet touch.
“First of all,” Nikki explained calmly, “I didn’t want to risk spilling any water indoors. Even if it wouldn’t be me who would have to mop it up.” She switched to Sarah’s other thigh, smiling at Sarah’s involuntary shiver. “Second, we’re doing it out here because that’s more embarrassing for you. And deep down, you like that; it turns you on. Doesn’t it?” Nikki cupped Sarah’s crotch, slowly sliding a finger along the folds of sensitive skin. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned softly. “That’s what I thought.”
Nikki rubbed Sarah’s mound with her thumb. “Remind me that we take care of that stubble tomorrow.”
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah gasped. She bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet. Then, just as quickly as she had started, Nikki removed her hand. She wiped her hand on the washcloth and rinsed it out in the basin. Then she began to wash Sarah’s mound, slowly working her way down between her legs. Nikki could see Sarah’s knees wobble a little and hear her breathing grow heavier.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Sarah wisely didn’t say anything. Nikki put the wet washcloth on Sarah’s lower back. Then she squatted down behind her and spread her buttocks. A small rivulet of cool water trickled down between the spread butt cheeks and Sarah’s knees almost buckled.
“Please,” Sarah whispered hoarsely.
Nikki ignored Sarah’s plea. She picked up the washcloth, and slowly and meticulously cleaned Sarah. Then she gave the butt cheek that she had spanked a little kiss.
“Now don’t move,” Nikki said rose. She rinsed the washcloth and hung it to dry. Then opened the front door and went inside, leaving Sarah alone.
When Nikki returned less than a minute later, she brought the jar of diaper rash cream. Normally they only used baby powder unless she actually had a rash. But normally, she wouldn’t be wearing diapers more or less non-stop for a week either. Sarah eyed the jar with obvious dislike. She didn’t like the rashes it reminded her of having. Also, she didn’t like the way it smelled. So she closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth.
Nikki looked at Sarah obediently standing bent over and naked, with her leash hanging from her collar and her eyes closed. She quietly took out her phone and snapped the second picture of the day.
Then Nikki removed the lid from the jar and scooped out a generous helping. She knelt next to Sarah and began spreading the white, greasy ointment out across her mound, slowly working her way down and backwards. Sarah moaned again as Nikki’s slick fingers brushed against her lips. She moved her hips in an attempt to get them to hit the right spot.
“Cut it out,” Nikki said sternly after a little while. She gave Sarah’s butt a quick flick, leaving a white smudge. Then she scooped out a little more of the ointment and slowly worked her way up between Sarah’s butt cheeks, pausing to poke her puckered sphincter; not hard enough to actually penetrate, but still hard enough to make Sarah think she might. Nikki heard the sharp intake of breath and grinned. It was just the reaction she was hoping for.
“You like that too?” Nikki spread the butt cheeks with her fingers and used her thumb to give Sarah another little poke, just for emphasis. She could see Sarah’s cheeks and neck redden as she nodded.
“Use your words sweetie,” she said in a syrupy-sweet tone. Nikki continued moving her thumbs in lazy circles.
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah whispered unsteadily.
“Maybe we should do something about that then. Would you like that?” Sarah’s only response was her heavy breathing. Nikki grinned. “But not now. It’ll have to be a surprise for some other time.”
Nikki let go of Sarah’s butt and stood. While Sarah caught her breath, Nikki washed her hands. Then she helped Sarah stand up straight.
“Now come along. It’s time for you to get dressed.” Nikki grabbed the rope and gave it a little tug.
The first couple of steps gave Sarah a bit of a surprise. The way her greasy buttocks rubbed against each other was a rather novel sensation and not at all unpleasant. Sarah swung her hips a little extra to get the most out of it. Nikki stopped and turned to look at her.
“Close your eyes sweetie,” Nikki said. She reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Sarah’s ear. “And hands behind your back.”
Sarah did as she was told. She smiled as Nikki’s hand slid from her ear to her cheek and she turned her head to kiss Nikki’s palm.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”
Sarah couldn’t help shifting her weight from foot to foot just to keep swaying her hips.
“Keep your eyes closed sweetie.” Nikki took a step back, pulled out her phone again and started recording a video. “So why do you like it?”
“Mmmm, it just feels so good. It’s like my butt is all slippery.”
“And you like being all smooth and slick?”
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah said dreamily.
“You want to do this more?”
“Ask nicely. What does my little pet want me to do?”
“Please Mistress, I want to be all smooth and slippery.” Nikki hadn’t heard Sarah sound so needy since the time she had had a terrible nightmare and needed to be held while she slept.
“If you’re a good little girl,” Nikki said, trying to sound benevolent, “I’m sure we can find some kind of reward for you.”
“Thank you Mistress.” Sarah bit her lower lip and smiled shyly.
Nikki stopped recording and put the the phone back in her pocket. “But we should probably get you dressed for breakfast. After all, we don’t want you making ointment marks wherever you sit down, now do we?”
Nikki led Sarah back to the bedroom. On the bed, she had unfolded one of Sarah’s thickest diapers.
“Sit.” Nikki put a hand on Sarah’s chest and gave her a little push. She sat down on the diaper. Nikki gave her another little push to make her lie back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Sarah lifted her head to watch Nikki as she put one hand on each knee and spread Sarah’s legs. She was so lost in her lust-fuelled haze that she didn’t even care that her ointment-greasy crotch was exposed to the warm sunlight and anybody who happened to look through the window would see everything. Nikki picked up the box of baby powder, looked down at Sarah, then shook her head as if she was arguing with herself before putting it away again. Nikki spread Sarah’s legs even more, and lifted her feet up onto the mattress.
“OK, lift your butt,” she said.
When Sarah lifted her hips off the mattress, sliding back a little bit, Nikki adjusted the diaper under her before guiding her hips back down for a perfect landing. Seconds later, the diaper was in place. Sarah gave a disappointed pout as she rubbed her useless hands over the diaper’s smooth plastic.
“OK sweetie, I’m going to make breakfast. Why don’t you go sit outside in the sunshine in the meantime.” Nikki took one of Sarah’s hands and helped her sit up. Then she turned to leave.
If she keeps this up it’ll be lunch before we eat. Nikki turned back around. “Yes Sarah? What is it now?”
Sarah held up her taped hands. “I think I’m going to need a little help putting on my shorts.” She nodded towards the oversized Bermuda shorts lying next to the bed. They had been bought for the sole reason that they were big enough to fit over even the thickest of Sarah’s disposable diapers.
“No you don’t,” said Nikki. “When you came out of the bathroom wearing your diaper towel as a dress, I realised that you obviously didn’t mind having your diaper on display, so-”
“That’s not why-”
“Shush. Little girls should be seen and not heard. Like I said: You obviously didn’t mind having your diaper on display, so your pants privileges have been revoked for today.”
“What?!? Do you mean-”
“Want to make it two days?” Nikki cut Sarah’s protest off.
Sarah sighed deeply. “No Mistress.”
“Are you going to behave yourself like a good little girl?”
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah said, mentally rolling her eyes at how theatrical and over-the-top Nikki was being.
“Good. Now come along then.” Nikki pulled her up and led Sarah to the veranda. She put a hand on Sarah’s hip. “And feel free to sway those hips of yours. We both know you love how that feels.”
Sarah headed for the deck chair since that was the lowest of the chairs. Sitting in that, she’d be hidden from view. Nobody would be able to see the blindingly white diaper she was wearing. Actually sitting down was trickier than Sarah expected since she couldn’t hold onto the sides of the chair, but eventually she sat down with something that felt like it should be an audible squish. Sarah barely suppressed a giggle at the sensation.
This is so weird. Sarah knew she should feel mortified, sitting out in the open wearing nothing but a diaper and a dog collar. And she was nervous. Truth be told, she was terrified. But at the same time, she was also excited. No, not excited. This is beyond excited. I’m… horny.
Just thinking the thought, admitting that word, unleashed a torrent of thoughts. Why was she so turned on by being embarrassed? Did she actually like the humiliation, or was it just the price she paid for pleasure? And when would that price become too high? Sitting outdoors in just her diaper would have been unthinkable only 24 hours earlier, but doing it now was equal parts terrifying, thrilling and tempting. OK, maybe two parts terrifying, but still… It was like riding a really rickety roller coaster.
Sarah wondered how much she would be willing to provoke Nikki before she would actually use her safe word. She had almost said it when Nikki had had her stand naked outside the front door just minutes earlier; and also when she was sent out on the veranda. But knowing what would come afterwards, or actually not knowing, had stopped her. Most of the times Nikki had pushed Sarah’s limits the last four years, she hadn’t ended up regretting it. Of course there was the occasional slip-up, especially at first, but they worked things out afterwards. And Sarah had to admit she liked how attentive and caring Nikki was after they screwed up. It almost made it worth it.
Sarah smiled and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her body as it slowly climbed up over the tops of the trees. She let one of her hands drift down to her diaper. She wasn’t going to do anything; just let it rest there while she tensed her left buttock, then her right, and then the left again. Shifting her weight from side to side like that felt almost as good as walking had. She would just need a little bit of extra help. Hardly any at all. Just a couple of seconds wouldn’t hurt.
“What are you doing?!?”
Sarah’s eyes flew open. Nikki was standing in the open door holding a tray. Sarah yanked her hand away.
“Is that any way for a good little girl to behave?”
Sarah blushed. She hated getting caught playing with herself. Even when she knew that Nikki was planning on her doing it. Not just planning, but damn near ensuring it. Making me hornier than a teenager during a make-out session and then leaving me all alone. It’s just not fair. And it’s so embarrassing; so…
“You know what? I wasn’t going to do this just yet, but you obviously want me to go all dominatrixy on you. I mean, why else would you keep disobeying me?” Nikki put down the tray. “Don’t you move.” She turned and went back inside.
Sarah looked at the tray sitting on one of the other chairs. There were sandwiches and coffee and orange juice and little slices of apple. She suddenly became acutely aware of how hungry she was. Hungry, and hot. The dew on the sides of the glasses of orange juice looked so inviting and cool. Much better than the single bead of sweat slowly rolling down Sarah’s chest. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the heat and the food just sitting there right in front of her. Sarah began shifting her weight from side to side in an attempt to take her mind off it. It didn’t feel anywhere as good without her hand helping out. In fact, it was more frustrating than anything else.
Sarah opened her eyes and just stared up at the eaves, counting the nails. She managed to get to thirty-seven before she noticed movement. Nikki stepped through the door, almost tripping on the abnormally high threshold. She had changed out of her shorts and t-shirt, and was now wearing a neon pink bikini with black polka dots. It definitively didn’t look very domineering. In fact, it made her look more like an overgrown teenager.
Nikki brought a wrapped present out from behind her back and handed it to Sarah. “I wasn’t going to give you this until later this week, but it looks like now is as good a time as any.”
When Nikki put the present on Sarah’s lap, Sarah held up her taped hands and just raised an eyebrow.
Nikki smiled. Then her entire posture changed. She went from her usual confident self to the insecure, nervous and awkward demeanour of a teenager. She clasped her hands behind her back and twisted, not quite looking directly at Sarah.
“OK, I’m going to help you unwrap it. But only because I think you’re the best teacher in the world Miss Sarah,” Nikki said, sounding remarkably unlike herself. She knelt next to the deck chair and began unwrapping the package resting on Sarah’s lap.
“This really wasn’t what I expected when you said to see you after class. I mean, I know you caught me looking down your top, but so do some of the boys. Not that I watch them or anything.” Nikki stopped for a moment and looked up at Sarah. “You watch me too, don’t you?” She looked expectantly at her. “Don’t you?” she repeated with an edge to her voice.
Sarah swallowed and nodded. Nikki slipped the ribbon from the package through the ring in Sarah’s collar.
“And this thing? Do you know how often I’ve wanted to tie something to that choker of yours and just parade you around the classroom like you’re my little pet? I’ll give you a hint: Every time you give us a pop quiz. And here I find you wearing a real collar.” Nikki leaned closer. “I’m beginning to think that maybe you wanted me to find you like this; all helpless and ready for me. Was it?” Nikki gave the ribbon a little tug. Sarah nodded again, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry.
Nikki traced a line down Sarah’s chest with her nail, sliding down between her breasts and around her bellybutton. Then she skated across the smooth, white plastic of the diaper.
“And I can’t believe you use diapers,” Nikki said, looking back up at Sarah who just sat there in stunned silence. “You know, I used to babysit a lot, so I know how to change your diaper too. Does baby need a change yet?” She began to slowly rub Sarah’s diaper. “Has my little baby peed her diaper right here in the classroom?”
Sarah squirmed. “No,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? This thing doesn’t really feel like it’s dry.” Nikki kept rubbing slowly; so frustratingly slowly. Sarah groaned. “Is there another reason why it’s not dry Miss Sarah?” Nikki asked in a mock-innocent tone. “Is it because you like it when I do this?” She stopped rubbing Sarah’s padded crotch and just lightly patted it. Sarah moaned longingly.
“No no Miss Sarah, you have to use your words. Say ‘Yes Mistress Nicolette’. If you don’t, I’m going to go get the rest of the class so they can see you like this too.” Nikki leaned closer and whispered, “and I really don’t want to do that since I want to have you all to myself.”
Nikki sat back on her heels again. “So why isn’t your diaper dry? Is it because, deep down, you like this?”
Sarah swallowed. “Yes Mistress Nicolette,” she whispered.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Nikki stroked Sarah’s cheek. “You’re being such a good, obedient, little girl that I think you deserve a reward.” Nikki unwrapped the package that Sarah had forgotten about and lifted the lid of the box. Inside, resting on crumpled-up tissue paper, were two pairs of sturdy-looking, black leather cuffs.
“Do you like them?” Nikki held up the two biggest ones so Sarah could get a better look at them. The sun glinted off the chromed buckles and rings. “These are for your ankles. And these,” she held up the other, smaller pair, “are for your wrists.”
Nikki put the box on the floor and crawled around the chair until she was behind Sarah. “Now give me your hand.”
When Sarah hesitated, Nikki sighed. “Can you hear that?” she said. “Sounds like there’s somebody outside the classroom. I wonder if I remembered to lock the door. We wouldn’t want them to hear something that would make them open the door and look inside, now would we?”
When she didn’t answer, Nikki reached around Sarah and pinched her nipples, eliciting a squeak and a sharp intake of breath from her.
“Now would we?” Nikki repeated.
“No Mistress Nicolette.”
“Because that would be bad, wouldn’t it?” Nikki began rolling Sarah’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, feeling the flesh harden as she kept pinching.
“Mmm-yes Mistress Nicolette.”
Nikki leaned in close and whispered. “Imagine what they’d say if they saw you, Miss Sarah, diapered and collared right here in the classroom. What they’d think.” Sarah swallowed and bit her lip as Nikki gave her ear lobe a quick nibble. “So you’d better be an obedient little pet so I don’t have to raise my voice. Now give me your hand.”
Sarah lifted her right arm and swung it back to Nikki. She could hear the delicate tinkling sound of Nikki undoing the buckle of the cuffs, then she felt the cool touch of leather encircling her wrist.
“And the other hand,” Nikki whispered, barely audible over the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves. Sarah swung her left arm back to have it cuffed in the same way as the right. Next there was a metallic click and Sarah found her arms stuck behind her.
“See? Now all I need to tie your hands is a carabiner.” Nikki tore the tape and gloves off Sarah’s hands and crawled back around the chair. “Maybe we should have some eye hooks for your desk. We could lay you out like a sacrifice in some cheap pulp novel. A not-a-virgin-by-the-time-I’m-done-with-you sacrifice to the gods of higher learning.” Nikki smiled. She put a hand on each of Sarah’s knees and slowly pushed them apart. It only took her a few seconds to get the cuffs around Sarah’s ankles too.
“Now you’re going to be well-behaved and not make a fuss while I tie your legs, right?” Nikki looked Sarah in the eyes and slowly ran a hand up the inside of Sarah’s thigh, causing an involuntary shiver.
Sarah lowered her gaze and nodded.
“Because you’re my little pet teacher, aren’t you?”
Sarah nodded again.
“No-no-no-no-no Miss Sarah,” Nikki frowned and shook her head. “That won’t do. I want to hear you say it. What are you?”
“I’m… I’m your pet teacher.”
“Yes you are, yes you are.” Nikki used the paracord from Sarah’s collar and quickly tied her legs to the chair. Then she slid her hand further up Sarah’s thigh and in under the diaper. Her fingers slid over ointment-slick skin until she found what she was looking for. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned as Nikki’s finger slid inside her.
“Shh,” Nikki said, playing with the slick folds of skin. “You have to be a good, little girl and stay quiet. Otherwise, I’m going to have to find some way to make you be quiet. Maybe a nice pacifier?” Nikki pulled her hand out of Sarah’s diaper just before Sarah came. She gave another low groan of frustration at being denied release again.
Nikki wiped her fingers on Sarah’s calf before standing up and moving to Sarah’s side. Nikki scratched her chin. “This is getting a little confusing,” she said, putting on a puzzled expression. “This tells me you’re my little pet,” Nikki gave Sarah’s collar a little tug. “But this,” Nikki grabbed Sarah’s diaper and gave it a rough squeeze, “this clearly says that you’re a little baby girl.”
Nikki stepped over the chair and stood there with one leg on either side, towering over Sarah. “I know Miss Sarah,” Nikki suddenly exclaimed. “You can be my little puppy. No, my little cub.” Nikki sat down on Sarah’s lap and leaned close, rubbing her nose against Sarah’s. “Does Miss Sarah want to be my little cub? My little baby cub?”
Without waiting for a response, Nikki pulled her bikini top up and off. “Is my little Sarah-cub hungry? Does she want a little breakfast?” Nikki leaned forward, giving Sarah a faceful of boobs. When Sarah played along and latched on to one of her nipples, Nikki reached back to knead and squeeze her diaper.
It only took Sarah seconds to catch up to where she had been a minute earlier, and only moments later Nikki could feel the tell-tale twitching of muscles in Sarah’s stomach. She bent down to kiss the top of Sarah’s head and whispered, “Such a good girl, such a good girl.”
Sarah came with a muffled moan, and Nikki just held her close with her free arm and kept whispering to her as she continued kneading, squeezing and rubbing her diaper. When Sarah finally calmed down and Nikki let go of her, she slumped back in the chair in a post-orgasmic daze.
“Normally, Nikki…” Sarah finally said with a dopey grin, “Normally I’m not a fan of the whole schoolgirl thing, but that was… Wow.”
Nikki stood, still with one leg on each side of the chair. Despite the somewhat awkward stance, she found that she liked towering over Sarah like this. She put her hands on her hips and tried to look stern. “That’s ‘Mistress’, not ‘Nikki’. Now, did you enjoy that?”
“Yessss Mistress,” Sarah said lazily, her eyes still closed.
“And what do well-behaved, little girls say when they get a special treat?”
Nikki cleared her throat.
“Thank you Mistress,” Sarah corrected.
“Yes my little cub?” The blush that rose on Sarah’s cheeks made Nikki grin.
“Can I please put on my shorts now?”
“Oh! You thought that was part of the game?” Nikki stepped back on one side of the chair and squatted down next to it to pat Sarah’s diapers. “Oh no. These are going to be on display all day sweetie. And if you ask again, the same goes for tomorrow.”
Nikki sat down on the floor next to the chair and moved the tray closer. “Now, does my little Sarah-cub want some breakfast?”