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  Becca didn’t know what she meant, but she tried to convey the trust she felt to Elaine by agreeing and nodding. Elaine led her to her bedroom and opened the closet door. She found a belt and worked it around her hand. “Lay down on the bed, little one. On your back.”

  “Mommy, are you going to belt me?”

  “Not tonight. Tonight… Becca, I just want you at my mercy.”

  Becca followed the instructions her Mommy gave, laying down on the vast white bed. Elaine wrapped the belt around Becca’s thighs, then found another belt to tie the young woman’s wrists with. Layed sprawled on her back, Becca wasn’t going much of anywhere. Then Elaine whipped out the big guns. A thick wand came out and she worked it between the belt, positioning it just so between Becca’s thighs. Then she sat down beside Becca, taking hold of the leash connected to Becca’s nipples again, and softly tugged them. She leaned in, to whisper in Becca’s ear, just as she turned the vibrator on.

  “Now, my bratty little love… you are at my mercy. There will not be one bedtime orgasm. There will not be three. There will just be what I dein to give you.”

  Shoving it closer, she pressed the head of it to Becca’s pussy. Becca cried out again, the buzzing tantalizing her already moist cunt. Elaine was sexy when she was cruel. She was sexy all the time. Becca didn’t know why she’d felt so closed off in the past few hours. Maybe it was self-sabotage… she didn’t know. She just didn’t want to keep doing it. Instead, she kept her eyes on Elaine’s, trying to hold back the pleasure she was feeling. But it was almost pointless. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and then she felt the pull of the clamps on her breasts, making her cry out in pain.

  “Look at me, Rebecca!” Elaine commanded.

  “I am!” she cried back.

  “Don’t look away,” Elaine answered softly. She leaned down and kissed Becca’s mouth lightly. “Tell me how it feels.”

  “Intense,” Becca answered honestly. “I wish it was your fingers.”

  “I know,” Elaine grinned. She adjusted the wand, this time putting it on a higher setting and readjusting it. “But that’s not on the table right now. Someone’s been a bad girl. Keeping secrets. Lying to the people who care about her. Little girls like that don’t get rewarded.”

  “This isn’t a reward?” Becca asked, her voice confused.

  “It is not.”

  Elaine leaned down, looking at her little girl’s pussy. “Mm. So wet. And such a shame.”

  Elaine picked up the wand a few centimeters then let it slam back down against her fuzzy pussy. Becca moaned. Her hips twisted, she tried to rock closer, but Elaine was cruel. The clamps were tugged again, “Mm. No. Keep still, my love.”

  “Mommy, please,” Becca asked.

  “Please what?”

  “Please give me more.”

  “No,” Elaine said, her voice sounding as if she found the very word delicious. “No, no more. I think I will take it away now.”

  Becca felt her jaw drop. Indeed, Elaine removed the wand and instead placed it in her lap. She examined the head of it, shining with Becca’s own juices and breathed it in softly. “There. That’s the scent of a good girl, deep down. Isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Mommy. I will be your very good girl. Just please let me cum.”

  “Nope. Not tonight. Will you still love me if I don’t let you cum?”

  “Yes, I love you,” Becca said. “I won’t stop.”

  “That’s good. Because you are not going to cum until you’ve turned in your assignments on Wednesday, Becca. After that, you can have as many as you like. But until then… you’re just going to have to behave. And watch.”

  Elaine stood up, undressing from her weekend attire. She stood over Becca, still holding the leash in her hands, the silver chain dangling from her fingers that were also wrapped around the arm of the magic wand. She turned it on and rubbed it on her own slit.

  “Mm. I have to say, seeing you like this beneath me… it really gets me going. Knowing you’re helpless… at my mercy, babygirl.”

  “I am. At your mercy, Mommy. I’m glad you like it,” Becca replied quickly.

  “I’m glad that you’re glad… but I also wouldn’t stop if you did. Bad little girls don’t get to have fun.”

  Becca smirked, saying nothing of the fact that it was infinitely ‘fun’ to watch the older woman boss her, to stand over her, and discipline her, even. She loved that Elaine cared about her. “You’re right, Mommy,” the young mechanic said, doing her best to slide some contrition into her tone.

  Elaine’s hair swayed against her thick ass, her muscular thighs, long and shaved, glistened in the light of the room as her arousal shined against her pussy. She moaned softly at the touch of the wand to her clit. Her hips softly rolled the beautiful globes of her ass shifting. Becca wanted a taste, all she could do was smell, and see. She couldn’t touch. Forced to just watch, she let out a soft sigh in response to Elaine’s erotic moan.

  “It’s too bad this isn’t my babygirl’s tongue. But she’d enjoy that too much,” Elaine said headily.

  “I would,” Becca admitted. “I’d enjoy it so much.”

  Elaine crouched down, moving the wand back to Becca’s pussy. The pulse was strong, unending, and the older woman ground it against her sensitive clit. Becca was arching, her eyes trained on the goddess above her, her world about to ignite in pleasure.

  And then Elaine just stopped. She turned the wand off, stood up again, and resumed stimulating herself. “Mm. I have to say, you sound so fucking sexy when you’re about to cum. But I couldn’t let that happen. Good girls get rewarded.”

  “Bad girls get discipline,” Becca said, the lesson sinking in, sadly.

  “Yes they do,” Elaine agreed. She softly tugged the leash, more and more until Becca’s nipples were elongated with stretching up toward her. Then Elaine got back down on the bed beside Becca and did the most excruciating thing she could do.

  She took the clamps off.

  Becca wanted to cry. It was too much, all that blood going back to her nipples, the nerves firing, her breasts aching… her pussy electrified. All she wanted to do was touch herself, or be touched. Her thighs pressed together, hips softly rocking, but Elaine pushed her back down. “No, little girl. Stay still. Listen to Mommy cum. Know that this is your punishment. When you behave, you get rewarded. When you misbehave, you get punished,” her voice said singsong as she worked the wand against her pussy, her voice rising an octave.

  Becca bit her lip, her pussy clenching tightly. Her body was soaked with sweat from arousal and pain from the clamps. Her eyes were locked on her Mommy-domme. Elaine reached over, gripped Becca’s jaw, and pet her lips. “What I would give to sit on this pretty face. But you’d just enjoy it way too much.”

  Instead, she plied Becca’s lips when Becca opened them to protest the assertion that she’d enjoy it too much. She’d enjoy it just enough, she thought. It was killing her inside that Elaine couldn’t use her for pleasure. Already feeling such devotion to the older woman, she felt that her body should be at Elaine’s disposal.

  Apparently, Elaine felt that way too, petting Becca’s tongue up and down, eventually Elaine straddled Becca and leaned down to kiss her while she ground herself into the vibrator, positioning it between Becca’s stomach and her own sex.

  “Oh, little girl… It would be so nice to watch you cum. But not tonight. Tonight, it’s only my pleasure on the table.”

  Becca kissed her back, trying her best to please Elaine. The vibrator against her stomach was uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing. If she had to guess, the wet spot on Elaine’s bedspread would be the size of Lake Michigan if it weren’t for the diaper beneath her ass. Elaine had pulled it to the side for access to the vibrator.

  “Oh, god, little girl,” Elaine cried out. She squeezed Becca’s breasts, rocking harder, her eyes locked on Becca’s as she panted. Then she leaned down and bit, sucked, one of Becca’s nipples, tugging it between her teeth. Becca arched, crying out, n
o hand between her thighs, no friction whatsoever, and confessed, “I might cum just from that.”

  “If you do, I’ll just discipline you some more,” Elaine said hotly.

  Becca gasped, feeling Elaine’s teeth swap to the other breast. Her hands bound, she ground. The wand and Elaine’s hips drifted further down her torso, closer and closer to her mound with each of Elaine’s gyrations and the need to access and torment Becca’s chest.

  “I guess I’m going to need another punishment, Mommy,” Becca cried out as the stimulation became too much. She was bad at holding back. But she figured Elaine knew what she was doing. She wasn’t afraid of Elaine. She could never be with someone she was afraid of upsetting. Elaine had her trust.

  Dirty Little Princess

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  “H ow did it go, little girl?” Elaine said as she watched Becca walk out of the college building.

  “It was surreal. I think I did okay,” Becca said, tossing her bag into the backseat of Elaine’s convertible.

  “I’m sure you did. You’re a smart cookie, princess,” Elaine said, wanting to relieve any coming worry. Becca had worked very hard over the last few months to get herself back on track with the two classes she’d signed up for and stopped going to after they met. It was a source of guilt for Elaine, being the one to derail her submissive, but she liked to think she’d been making up for that.

  “I know,” Becca replied to Elaine’s surprise and delight. “Can we swing by the shop? I asked my professor for a progress report before I left. I want to show it to Uncle Leroy.”

  “Of course. I’m sure he’ll be proud of you, Becca.”

  “Are you proud of me?” Becca asked though Elaine thought her girl must have already known the answer. There was a cheeky and bright-eyed smile on her face.

  “Yes, I am. Very proud of you. I know it’s not easy to change course, but you did it. And even if you fail your test, which I know for a fact you won’t because you have worked so hard, you can always retake the class.”

  Becca nodded, releasing the smallest sign of tension with a little sigh. “That’s true.”

  “Hey, two of my favorite people,” Cindy cried out as they walked into the lobby. “What are you doing here on your day off?”

  “Uncle Leroy busy?”

  “I think he’s with Fred, hoisting an engine into a car out back.”

  “Out back?” Becca said, her voice high. “I thought it was just my car out there.”

  Cindy gave a shrug and an almost imperceptible smile, but Becca was already outside.

  “I knew she’d be suspicious,” Cindy said.

  “I’m sure the surprise is welcome, regardless. She’ll be grateful.”

  “We wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

  “And I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. I’m no mechanic,” Elaine pointed out. Becca’s car, the one she’d wrecked while street racing was going to require a lot of care, money, and attention. Knowing Becca would have that peace of mind from now on meant a lot to Elaine, so she had offered to finance the repairs with her Uncle’s shop.

  Cindy and Elaine walked out of the shop to find Bocca covering her mouth. A new engine was dangling securely from a chain. Her Uncle was telling her the rundown, longwindedly, but Becca rushed him for a hug. After a minute of Leroy whispering encouragement to his niece, Becca turned next to Cindy who kissed the top of her head.

  “No more racing, Rebecca. My heart couldn’t take it.”

  “I’ll make sure of that,” Elaine said, gaining her girlfriend’s attention.

  Becca sniffed. “Did you know about this?”

  “It was her idea,” Cindy answered.

  Leroy shrugged, “And she’s paying for the parts. It’s not for me to deny the contribution of one loved one to another.”

  That comment made Elaine warm inside. Becca’s family thought of her as another member of the family. “That’s really sweet of you to say, Leroy.”

  “I just call it as I see it,” Leroy said crustily. “Now, Becca, I could use some help with your engine…”

  Three weeks later…

  Becca’s car restoration was moving slowly but Elaine didn’t mind. Becca’s job had other clients and Elaine got a special kick out of dropping Becca off at college. With the new semester, she’d chosen to take more classes. Four of them, and three falling on three different days, Becca had a much busier week. But Elaine couldn’t have been prouder.

  Something had been weighing on her mind for a while though. Becca’s apartment. It was a good place, in the same building as hers, even… but Elaine would be moving out soon. Her house was soon ready. The thought of moving away from Becca, away from the convenience of having her beloved submissive right across the hall nagged at her.

  Her new house wasn’t that farm from Becca’s school – Becca would even be able to walk there. But she also understood that it was further from the mechanic shop by a good stretch. If Becca didn’t want to move in with her, she’d accept it.

  The beautiful woman who lived across her hall had taken her heart by storm the past four months.

  Opening the app on her phone Love Nudge, she let Becca know she was thinking about her. Becca was at work, but she’d get to it when she could. Elaine took a deep breath and looked out of her office toward the employees huddled in a circle in the center of the office. Abner was sitting on the couch in her office with his portfolio, updating her on numbers, but she could barely concentrate.

  As he was listing off-line items on her schedule an hour later, Elaine erupted with a question. “Do you think you can clear my schedule for the weekend?”

  “It’ll take some effort, but I can make it happen,” Abner said, guarded. “Is everything alright, El?”

  “Things are great. I just need to take care of some personal stuff,” Elaine replied.

  When it was time to leave for the afternoon, Elaine almost ran out of the building. She went home to her apartment, where there were a few boxes waiting for her.

  One she knew Becca would be excited about, the other she wasn’t so sure. Becca had already put a lot of trust in her, but she wanted more. She wanted to know everything.

  When Becca knocked on the door thirty minutes later, freshly showered and wearing a onesie and skirt, Elaine pulled her inside and pushed her against the door.

  “I missed you today, baby girl,” she said.

  “I missed you too, Mommy,” Becca replied, her eyes bright.

  Elaine smiled, kissing lightly against the skin just above the chain on her throat. “Did you have a good day?”

  “I did. It’s gotten so much better, now. I love it when you’re handsy,” Becca mewled.

  Elaine blushed and stood straight. “I’m not trying to get you undressed just yet… I’ve got a few things here for you.”

  “What are they?” Becca asked as Elaine stepped back and walked into her living room. She picked up one of the packages. One was thin, a padded envelope, and the other was a small box.

  “Surprises. You’ll have to open them. I’m hoping you’ll like them.”

  Becca sat down on the couch and pulled the box into her lap. She opened it, using her keys to cut the tape on the outside. Inside was a leather-bound journal, with faint grid dots and two ribbonlike bookmarks. “A journal?” Becca asked softly.

  “A journal. I know it’s hard to communicate sometimes when you’re feeling insecure or confused. I thought it would be a way to bring us closer together. But it’s mostly for you. If you don’t want me to read it, I won’t push, but I’d like it to be sort of a way to bridge the hard topics sometimes. I want you to write it in it every day, but you can also use it as a sort of planner. A lot of people do. I have one of my own, but I haven’t journaled in a while. Maybe we can do this together, Becca.”

  “I’d like that,” Becca said, without a trace of hesitation. “My advisor was saying it would be a good idea for me to have a planner since I have such a hard time keeping trac
k of my own.”

  “Good. Now open the next one,” Elaine urged. She traded Becca’s journal out for the envelope.

  “You really don’t have to keep getting me presents,” Becca said, her cheeks ripe as apples.

  “I don’t have to, but I want to. Besides, you’ll love it.”

  “Oh my god!” Becca squealed. The contents of the envelope fell into her lap. Over a hundred temporary tattoos fell onto her skirt, every one of them cuter than the next. “Donuts! Ice cream! UNICORNS! Mermaids!” Her voice was rising in octave, the excitement making her stand. “Mommy, these are amazing! Where did you find them!”

  “Amazon, they were super cheap. I thought you’d like them,” Elaine smiled. “Want to put one on?”

  “I guess it wouldn’t be good to put them on my face,” Becca said suddenly, her voice sounding disappointed.

  “Why ever not? You can do whatever you want. It’s the weekend, baby. If you need to take it off later, I’ll help you,” Elaine assured Becca. “Pick one. Pick twelve. Let’s get you tatted up.”

  “This was such a good idea,” Becca glowed.

  “I agree. Tattoos, and then a pizza?” Elaine asked.

  “Can we do tacos instead?”

  “Hmm. Can we? Of course, we can…” Elaine laughed. If Becca could, she’d pull the moon down from the sky for Becca. She got quiet for a second, staring at her phone. A photo of Becca was front and center, her background and her lock screen. Her passkey was Becca’s birthday, even.

  Becca picked up on her change in energy, “Mommy? We don’t have to get tacos if you really want pizza.”

  “What? No… it’s not that. Something’s been on my mind lately, and I’m not sure how you’ll react to it,” Elaine replied.

  Becca probed, “What is it?”

  I guess this is it, “I was wondering how you’d feel about moving in with me.”

  “I mean, I’m sleeping here most nights, Mommy…” Becca started. “I don’t think it would be that different. I’d love to move in with you.”

  “No, Babygirl. That’s not what I mean. I mean, my house is basically built at this point... My lease is month to month here. I want to turn my house into our house .”