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  Becca beamed up at her Mommy Domme and Elaine gave her a kiss.

  It was time to go.

  Reluctantly, Becca went and got their bags to take them to the car. Elaine finished the last bit of cleaning and locked up the cabin.

  They drove past dunes, down the coast and away from the beach.

  In all that excitement, Becca had forgotten to go to the restroom, and she’d been putting it off all morning. By the time she realized she needed to go, she was too afraid to say anything. Stuck in traffic, there was no way to stop. One thought occurred to her. She was wearing her diaper. She didn’t have to be in such discomfort. She didn’t have to inconvenience Elaine by asking her to pull over.

  And before she knew it, Becca had lost control. The embarrassment of what she’d done paralyzed her, even as she felt relieved.

  Chapter 2: Elaine

  E laine was worried.

  Becca sat beside her in the convertible. She was unusually quiet. Ever since she’d accepted Elaine’s gift, she’d become withdrawn. They were about fifteen minutes from Becca’s family home and Elaine was having to pry every single set of instructions out of her.

  “What’s next, little one?” Elaine asked.

  “Huh? Oh… I think we passed it. Sorry,” Becca said, subdued.

  “Babygirl, is something wrong?” Elaine asked after they’d gotten back on track.

  “Mommy, I need to change,” Becca said, turning to face Elaine suddenly. Her face was drawn with worry.

  “Why? You look perfect in the outfit you’re wearing,” Elaine replied.

  “Not my clothes…” Becca admitted, her eyes full of tears.

  “Oh Becca,” Elaine let out a soft murmur. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. “You had to potty and you didn’t ask to stop?”

  “I thought I could hold it,” Becca said, a shudder of disgust moving through her.

  “We’ll get you changed,” Elaine promised. “We still have time.”

  Becca’s face was soaked in tears. Elaine reached out and touched her cheek. “Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

  She looked down the interstate and their saving grace was upon the side of the road. “There’s a truck stop, there. They’ve got showers and the like. We’ll get out, go inside, and get you taken care of. It’s going to be okay.”

  “Mommy, I’m so embarrassed.”

  “Things happen. You think I’ve never had a little accident when I laughed too hard or sneezed violently?” Elaine asked her in a reassuring tone.

  Becca wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

  “Don’t worry. It doesn’t happen very often. Just a side effect of giving birth,” Elaine said reassuringly.

  “That’s right. I forgot you were a surrogate once. For your sister?” Becca asked.

  Elaine nodded. “It was an ordeal, but I love my niece to pieces. I’ll have to introduce you all sometime.”

  “Hopefully without the bathroom embarrassment,” Becca said subdued.

  “I’ll be there for you either way,” Elaine promised Becca, reaching out to touch her knee and give it a squeeze as she drove.

  Chapter 3: Becca

  T hank whoever’s up there for long haul truckers, Becca thought. Without them, Becca would still be a buzzing ball of anxiety. Elaine had parked and was busy going through the luggage in the back seat for Becca’s extra dress.

  Elaine approached the door where Becca stood and waited. “Alright. Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

  Becca agreed, hanging back and holding the door open for her girlfriend, her fingers playing across the delicate chain around her neck, skimming the locket. She’d looked inside it when they first left and knew that a lacquered portrait of her Mommy Domme was inside.

  Her bottoms felt saggy. She knew this was her fault.

  Elaine led her through the station, paid for the shower with the attendant and unlocked the modest stall. A shower, a toilet, a sink. Not much but the basics. She missed the changing table at Elaine’s house. Though the stall was pristine and smelled of bleach from being recently cleaned, it lacked comfort.

  “I know what you’re thinking, my love.”

  “You do?” Becca asked.

  “It’s no nursery,” Elaine said. “But, it will do.” As if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Elaine produced a silicone mat from the dress she’d picked out for Becca. A diaper was next and the required accouterments. “Do you want to shower first?”

  Becca twisted her lips. “I don’t think we have time.”

  “We’ll make time if it’s what you want, little one. I know it’s uncommon for you to have an accident.”

  Becca nodded firmly. “Then yes… just a rinse.”

  “Very well. I’ll stand back.”

  Becca stepped into the shower stall and away from the water. She undressed and put her diaper outside the stall, wrinkling her brow as she did so. It didn’t smell, she must not have been as wet as she’d first thought. She turned the warm water on and was surprised that it came out warm, not cold. She splashed herself, ran a hand across her privates.

  She looked at Elaine who had whisked the sodden diaper away, out of sight. She wondered what happened to it.

  “Ziplock bag. I’ll chuck it in the wash later,” Elaine said softly. “Ready, my darling?”

  Becca nodded. She turned off the water and reached for the towel that Elaine now offered. It was scratchy but clean. Patting herself dry she walked across the floor to the silicone yoga mat Elaine had laid down.

  “Lay down little one,” Elaine reminded her.

  Becca’s lips quirked at the corner, but she obeyed. As her towel wrapped bottom laid down on the mat, Elaine stooped over her and examined her sex slowly.

  “You don’t look like you’re at risk for a rash, so that’s good. Some powder to dry you and a new diaper, you’ll be fine, my love,” Elaine said after a moment, placing a kiss on Becca’s raised legs. Her hands wrapped her calves, holding her feet in the air.

  Once she was confirmed fit for a diaper, Elaine put her in a soft blue pull-up and helped her to stand. It was a relief to be in something dry, no longer sagging with the weight of her own wetness. She put her bra back on, and then Elaine pressed a hand to Becca’s cheek and pulled her half-naked girl close. “How are you feeling, little one?”

  “Little,” Becca said.

  “You are that,” Elaine said softly. She kissed Becca’s nose and pulled the dress up, raising it over Becca’s head. “Arms up.”

  Becca obeyed, her hands slipping through the dress and into the flutter sleeve arms.

  “Don’t you look pretty as a princess,” Elaine crooned.

  “Mommy,” Becca blushed.

  “Well, you do. Let’s get your shoes on.”

  Chapter 4: Elaine

  D inner at Becca’s house had been crowded but cozy. Despite the limited space of their family home, Elaine hadn’t felt for a single moment there wasn’t room for her. It was a very welcoming experience with lots of stories about Becca.

  The young woman seemed to grow embarrassed with every tale that was told though, and her bratty attitude was coming out in spades.

  Cindy asked Becca for help clearing the dishes, for instance, and Becca all but turned her nose up. Instead, Elaine offered, and Becca tried to protest.

  “Well if you won’t, Becca, one of us has to be a good guest.”

  “I’m not a guest,” Becca started.

  “Do you live here?” Leroy asked her.

  “No, but…” Becca started.

  “It’s okay,” Cindy said. “Becca, you’re not exactly a guest but you seem to have forgotten all your manners tonight. You can help the little one’s package leftovers for Mrs. Mayhew.”

  “Who’s Mrs. Mayhew?” Elaine inquired.

  “She’s an elderly woman who lives across the street. She used to come over for dinner a lot but recently it’s gotten too much for her,” Cindy said.

  “What’s wrong with her?” Becca
asked.

  “I agree,” Elaine said softly. She rose, picked up the dishes, and accompanied Cindy into the kitchen to clean up. When she came back into the dining room, she saw that Becca was sitting just where she’d left her, ordering her young cousins around like a sergeant. Elaine knew Becca saw them more like siblings than an extended family.

  “Becca, can you come here for a second?” Cindy called from the kitchen.

  “I’m busy,” Becca called automatically.

  “Really?” Elaine asked, her brows raised.

  “I’m directing traffic,” the young woman replied.

  “Go see your aunt,” Elaine ordered.

  “Fine,” Becca said in a tone that shocked Elaine. She stood up, grabbed her phone, and trotted at a snail’s pace into the kitchen.

  Elaine followed her, alarm bells going off in her head. Spanking Becca crossed her mind, but it was an unideal environment.

  She followed Becca into the kitchen and watched as Becca’s aunt tried to make a conversation about Becca’s week. Becca talked about their beach weekend and reminded Elaine of the cupcakes they’d left in the car.

  “Becca, we almost forgot dessert.”

  “Oh, shit. Yeah. We made cupcakes,” Becca told Cindy.

  “Well, where are they? I’ve never seen Becca bake before.”

  “I’ll get them from the car.”

  While Elaine was outside, she messaged Becca to ask her if everything was okay. The bratty behavior wasn’t irregular for her but the general lack of desire to be of help was.

  She took her time getting dessert, waiting on a response, but none came. And then she heard shouting inside the house. Becca’s uncle Leroy was the one hollering.

  Elaine’s protective mode went into effect when she came through the door. Becca had her back turned to her uncle. Cindy was crying. The kids were nowhere in sight.

  “What’s going on here?” Elaine asked.

  “Nothing, just a family issue.”

  “If it concerns Becca, it concerns me.”

  “I’m sorry, Elaine, but I think it’s time for you to leave,” Leroy said severely. “Becca and I have things we need to discuss.”

  “We can talk about it tomorrow, Uncle,” Becca said tightly.

  “Very well. Tomorrow.”

  Elaine put the cupcakes on the counter. Becca picked them up and handed them to Cindy. “I made these for the kids.”

  Then she took Elaine’s hand and they walked to the street.

  “Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on, Becca?” Elaine asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “It didn’t look like nothing,” Elaine answered.

  “It’s nothing.” Becca bit her lip, her stoic demeanor betrayed by her tone of voice. She walked to the car and waited for Elaine to unlock the door.

  “It didn’t sound like nothing either.”

  “My uncle and I just have a difference of opinion.”

  “What kind of opinion?”

  “About college,” Becca said.

  Elaine let it be for the moment, unlocking the door for the young woman to get in the car. Once they were inside, she put her seatbelt on and turned the car on but let it idle.

  “Well?”

  “Not from you too,” Becca said.

  “What not from me?”

  “I’m happy with how things are. I don’t need to go to school.”

  “Is that what it’s about? You not wanting to pursue higher education?”

  “It’s been about that for a while.”

  “What’s the big deal?”

  “The days I have off from work, those were so I could take classes.”

  “And you haven’t signed up for them?”

  Becca frowned. “I did.”

  “But you haven’t been going,” Elaine said, disappointment creeping into her tone even as she tried to stop it.

  “I haven’t been going. My uncle got a letter from the school. He thought it would be the honor roll or something, but it was about my attendance.”

  “Why was Cindy crying?”

  “She knew I wasn’t going,” Becca explained. “He was upset.”

  “Has he ever done more than shout, Becca?” Elaine wanted to know.

  “No.”

  “Good.” Inside, she was trying to understand Becca. Why she wasn’t going to her classes. “Becca, how long haven’t you been going?”

  “Since I’ve known you.”

  “Can I ask you something, Becca?” Elaine started.

  “What is it?” Becca asked.

  “If you make a commitment to go to school. If you lie to your family. What reassurance do I have that you won’t lie to me as well and decide that I’m not worth going?” Elaine asked, her voice light.

  “I guess you don’t have any reason to think that,” Becca answered brusquely.

  “Explain it to me, please. Why sign up if you’re not going to go?” Elaine asked.

  “I felt stupid.”

  “That’s normal, Becca,” Elaine said smoothly. “I felt the same way when I first started taking classes. Eventually, it gets better.”

  “It won’t for me. It’s hard.”

  “What classes were they?”

  “Stupid stuff.”

  “Such as?”

  “Public speaking. And a computer class. He wanted me to take them.”

  “What’s so bad about those?”

  Becca squirmed. “I don’t know.”

  “Becca. Are you going to start going to your classes?”

  “What’s the point? I haven’t been there in weeks.”

  “It’s never too late to choose to make your life better or more orderly. I tell that to my clients all the time. Just because you’re going down a difficult path, doesn’t mean you should stop moving. Think about it for a second. You’ve got class on Wednesdays?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then I need you to go to them. Call it a condition of our relationship, if you want, Becca. But I need to know you won’t quit when things get hard for us,” Elaine answered.

  Becca lowered her head. “I would never give up on us, Mommy.”

  “Even if I made things hard? If I had to go away for a few weeks, would you decide that it wasn’t worth it to be with someone you couldn’t see all the time?”

  “No, I wouldn’t.”

  Elaine smiled. “I believe you. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that you were neglecting college because of me, Becca. This is your first semester, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. It’ll be hard, but you can recover from this, Babygirl. What do you say? Will you make the effort?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. Go ahead and go inside and tell your Uncle. I don’t want that conversation looming over you for the remainder of the weekend.”

  Becca looked at Elaine, tears shining in her eyes. “He’s so mad at me.”

  “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You just need to learn a little discipline. But I can help with that,” Elaine promised. She reached out and wiped one of Becca’s tears away. “Go on.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Becca approached the car again. This time she looked more optimistic, though there were tearstains on her cheeks.

  “All good.”

  “Good. Now, about that discipline…” Elaine said as she waited for Becca to put her seatbelt on.

  Chapter 5: Becca

  I t wasn’t her idea of punishment. The clamps dangling from her nipples connected together via a chain. Trailing from the center was a longer leash, this one held in Elaine’s hands as she stood over Becca in heels, a book in her hand. Becca was on her knees, in front of Elaine’s coffee table. Her textbooks were open in front of her. Elaine had gone online and pulled up the syllabus for each of her courses and now had Becca read to her. When she faltered, Elaine pulled the leash until Becca corrected it. Once two chapters were read from each book, Elaine relented.

  Becca wasn’t sure if she was gratefu
l or disappointed.

  “From now on, every evening we’re going to review the things you’ve missed. You’ll be caught up for Wednesday, and you’re going to hand in the assignments to your teachers. When you get home from school, you will report the response from your professors, and we will address your homework together. If there is something you don’t understand, you will ask me for assistance, or you will reach out to your professor if I can’t help you.”

  “Yes, Mommy,” Becca said, her voice cheerful, the curve of a smile on her face. She was naked but for the diaper, she’d been put in earlier, and now her breasts ache with the ripple of each word Elaine spoke.

  “Good girl. You may stand.”

  Becca stood up. Her body was on fire with need. She approached Elaine as Elaine pulled the leash. When she was close enough, Elaine reached for each of Becca’s breasts and softly stroked the clamps on her nipples with the manicured nail of her index finger.

  “Do you like this, Babygirl? Being trussed up like a harem princess?”

  “Yes,” Becca admitted. “I like it very much, Mommy.”

  “Then let me explain this much. The better your behavior, the more accouterments. Be a good girl for me. If you do that… you can have anything from me that you desire.”

  Becca looked toward the clock. It was almost midnight. Her body was tired, even if her mind was awake. “I desire a bedtime story.”

  “I was thinking you could sleep with me, tonight, Becca. I’ll drive you to work in the morning. And I’ll take you to class on Wednesday, too,” Elaine answered.

  She tugged the nipple clamps again. Becca let out a little whine.

  “We’ve done corrective action, but I’m still a little put out that you lied to me, Becca.”

  “I didn’t lie, Mommy.”

  “You didn’t tell me this secret,” Elaine answered. Her eyes met Becca’s. “No more secrets, Babygirl. Do you trust me or not?”

  “I do.”

  “Then tonight’s bedtime story will be a little different,” Elaine answered.