Dream cast
Leslie: Milla Jovovich
Maxine: Alexis Payne
To put is simply, Leslie Abraham was a spoiled-rotten brat. The stunning, 20-year-old beauty and heiress to the vast Abraham Industries finical empire had never worked a day in her life. Hell, she didn’t have to; her world was one of constant comfort and luxury, where she never wanted for anything.
Leslie had spent most of the previous year at university, but had dropped out before completing her business degree, deciding instead to move back into one of her Mother’s most lavish homes in California, where, in her mind, she would be far enough away from her mom’s base of operations in New York.
Her mother, Dawn, still stunning at 43 and widowed some years earlier, when Leslie was just was a baby, was at her wit’s end; whatever was she to do with her naughty, irresponsible daughter?
Her answer came in the form of an acquaintance that had recently gone thought a similar thing with her lazy, spoiled daughter. Dawn decided to take special measures, and contacted a special child care service… one designed especially for helping lazy, spoiled girls find their way in the world. Bristling with delight, Mrs. Abraham made the call that same day; she couldn’t wait to fix her sassy little daughter’s wagon…
***
Leslie breezed through the front door of her mother’s opulent L.A mansion and nearly squealed with delight; finally, after all those years of boring classes, she had finally reached her rightful place in the lap of luxury. She imagined her new life as Society Queen of Las Angeles… the glamorous parties she would attend… the wealthy, handsome men she could bed…
“Ms. Abraham?” Broken from her day dreams, Leslie turned, annoyed, to face the speaker.
Jenny had been working at the house for only a few weeks, and she’d worked day and night to get the place in shape for her new Mistress. “Jennifer Wallace, but please call me Jenny, everyone does—”
“Get To the point, girl” Leslie barked, suppressing a smirk; she was a least three years younger than Jenny. “I’m a busy person, and I have matters to attend to.”
Taken aback, Jenny stammered, “Well, I just wanted you to know how hard the staff and I worked to get this place into shape…”
Leslie sneered. “You call this ‘into shape?’ Look at the dust in here…”
Jenny fought the urge to slap the little bitch in the face right then and there, only just maintaining her composure. “Yes ma’am: as I was just about to explain, we had very little time to prepare for yourself and your mother’s new employee, so please excuse anything that may not be to your satisfaction.”
“’Excuse,’ indeed!” She huffed. “I’ve only just walked through the door, and you’re already handing me—” She paused, going over what jenny had said in her mind. “Wait, what ‘new employee’”?
***
Honestly, Miss,” begged Jenny as she knelt beside Leslie’s pool lounger, rubbing suntan oil into the spoiled little brat’s back and shoulders. “I don’t know who she is or what she does. All I know is that your mother said that there was a new girl starting at the mansion this afternoon and that her duties had to remain ‘temporarily confidential’…”
“’Temporarily confidential’?! What kind of crap is this! I want you to find out who this broad is and what she does…”
A voice as smooth and caramel and as hard as iron came from the patio door. “Why don’t you ask me yourself, Leslie?” Leslie and the maid both turned to see a strong, stunning woman standing at the patio door. She was tall and well built, and wore and expensive, well-tailored suit, entirely black, with a white, silken blouse, sheer, black stockings and high heals. Her hair was pinned up immaculately, and her make up perfectly accentuated her hawk-like features. “I’m Maxine Stone, Leslie. That’s Ms. Stone to you. I’m your new governess.” Pacing carefully onto the deck of the pool, she continued. “Your mother is very worried about you, Leslie. She thinks you’re floundering in life. She’s hired me to put you back on track…”
Leslie laughed. “I’m so sure. Look lady, I’m 20. I don’t need a tutor or a career counselor or…"
Maxine chuckled dismissively. “Leslie, my dear, I’m not sure you understand. I’m here to make sure you follow the rules, and I assure you, I have many ways of making sure you cooperate.” She smiled. “Please don’t test me on this, dear.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” the bratty girl mocked as she eased out of her lounger. “Listen lady; I’m almost 21 years old; I do what I want, when I want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Ms. Stone grinned. “Leslie, believe me when I say you want to tow the line; you’re not going to like the penalty for backtalk…”
“Bring it, bitch,” she sneered, smugly. “You can’t lay a fat flabby finger one me, so why don’t you just…
Before she could even finish, Maxine’s arm shot out with the speed of a snake, gripping Leslies’ upper arm tightly, dragging her protesting over to the abandoned pool lounger before taking a seat and drawing the struggling girl over her lap. “What are you doing?!” she shrieked, her voice echoing in the warm, afternoon air, as she pushed her bangs from her eyes as she kicked uselessly in space behind her. Jenny’s mouth dropped open in a combination of shock and pure delight. This snooty little bitch had treated her like her own personal servant, and now she was getting her comeuppance. For a moment, everything went completely silent, save for the wind in the trees above. Maxine allowed herself a tight smile as she rubbed the girl’s up-turned bottom through the thin material of the seat of her bikini. Leslie gasped. “Stop that! Stop that this INSTANT!” She demanded hotly, kicking, squirming, and flopping on Maxine’ lap as she struggled to remove herself from the stern, older woman’s lap.
SMACK! Maxine laid a heavy spank on the sassy beauty’s spoiled little bottom, her hand popping like a firecracker on the seat of her bathing suit, causing Leslie to squeal and redouble her efforts to escape the older woman’s lap as Maxine laid another hard spank on her tightly encased buns while a delighted Jenny looked on with a wry smile. She wrapped a muscular arm around Leslie’s squirming hips and pulled the girl back into position with ridiculous ease, her palm firmly applying three hard spanks to the luscious bubble butt in front of her. “Oh no, my dear,” she cooed with a wicked grin. “I’m afraid,” she said while spanking alternating cheeks at a brisk pace, “that you aren’t going anywhere for the time being.” She increased her force, the spanks impacting the girl’s jiggling dome with the sound of a canon.
“Ouchie! You can’t do this to me!” she spluttered, stinging spanks landing one right after the other on her spoiled little butt. “I’m an adult! This is total assault!”
SMACK SMACK SMACK! “Tell it to the judge, honey,” Maxine laughed. “Those papers you signed when you ‘took possession’ of your mothers home? They were an agreement, saying that you gave me consent to use my more, shall we say, unorthodox methods of modifying your behavior!” Leslie was stunned! He mother had tricked her!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Leslie kicked and squirmed, her face blushing bright red as another spank descended on her plump derrière, unable to get her mind around her humiliating predicament. Here she was, a grown woman, getting a spanking over the knee of another gorgeous female like a spoiled little girl! “Ohh ho…. UUUhhhuuuuhh… YIIIEE!” a sharp yelp cut off her desperate, shameful moans as Maxine landed another spank on her plump cheeks, her firm grip the only thing preventing Leslie from somersaulting off her knee. Jenny had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing outright.
“STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!” The over-grown brat demanded hotly, squealing and shrieking, her haughty face growing red with humiliation even as Maxine toasted her squirming buns with her firm hand and strong arm. “I’m OUCH! I’m too old for a spanking! OW! OHHH! MY ASS!” she whined, drawing a giggle from Jenny who watched her mistress’ ass-warming with something approaching child-like glee.
Maxine stepped up the pace. “You’re not too old for a spanking. All naughty girls get spanked on their bad little bottoms!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK
Leslie flicked her hair from her eyes. “I-- YEEOW! I’m a grown up woman! You can’t -- OWWWOHH! You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh, but I am doing it,” Maxine said mirthfully, spanking each cheek briskly, joyfully turning Leslies’ rounded rump bright red. Her face was even redder as she looked at the gloating Jenny, obviously elated as Maxine continued to sternly lecture her humiliated, bratty boss. “Shame on you, little girl!” SPANK SPANK SMACK! “Making me take you across my knee,” SPANK SMACK SPANK SPANK! “And tan your spoilt little backside like a ten-year-old!”
SPANK SPANK SPANK! Maxine stepped up the pace once more, really causing Lesley to squeal.” OWW! OHH! You bitch! OWWWOOUUUAA! I hate you!”
“Is that so?” Maxine smirked. She reached into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Leslie gasped and shrieked. “What are you doing?!” She spat, wailing as Maxine landed 4 painful spanks, right where her chubby butt met her toned thighs, watching her cheeks wobble under the bikini.
“Quiet!” she demanded, yanking Leslies’ swimsuit to her knees in one swift motion, Jenny’s eyes bulging as the already reddish cheeks were bared. “There’s no swearing coming from you now, is there, my naughty little girl?” Maxine asked, emphasizing each word with a hard spank to Leslie’s unprotected butt, nearly giggling to herself as she watched the bare little moons jiggle and dance with each impact.
Leslie kicked and squirmed, her delightfully plump butt cheeks jiggling in time as Maxine continued to dole out the well-deserved punishment onto the snooty brat’s rosy-red rump. “I demand that you stop!” she ordered, sticking her hand behind her to protect her burning buns. Maxine took her wrist firmly and pinned it behind her back, effectively immobilizing the arrogant, struggling beauty while she continued to briskly spank her upturned ass, right in front of her delighted servant. “OOOUCH! OWWWW! NOOO!” she shirked, struggling helplessly as her butt turned redder by the minuet. Any confidence she’d had in being able to stop Maxine form administering this painful, but richly merited punishment had long since dissipated. She screamed and kicked and howled, her snooty, stuck up little face as red as her throbbing, well-spanked butt. “STOP! STHAOP!” she bawled, her kicking legs restrained only by the bikini briefs that has slid around her ankles. Jenny could only stare in shocked silence. She knew it was only a matter of time before the little bitch got her just deserts, but she never expected it would be so… so perfect!
Finally, the paddling stopped. Maxine patted the girl’s blazing, bare little ass before helping her to her feet. She hopped from foot to foot ridiculously, rubbing and kneading her cherry-red butt ruefully, her breasts bouncing in her bikini top, her little pink pussy on full display. She detected the sounds of snickering, and shot an angry look at Jenny. Her face burned with shame; she knew how ridiculous she must look, a 20-year-old woman with her skimpy bikini bottoms down around her ankles, pouting and rubbing her oh-so-red bottom after a spanking, and in front of her own servant, too! This was so humiliating, but she just couldn’t help it. “You’ll pay for that, you bitch!” she seethed, still in the midst of her ridiculous war dance, rubbing her flaming cheeks.
Maxine rose from the lounger, taking Leslie by the arm and dragging her inside. The bikini bottoms around her ankles tripping her up, forcing her to waddle. “Come on,” Maxine coaxed, giving the girl’s defenseless, naked butt another slap as she pulled the briefs to her knees. She shirked, grabbing her tender, naked derriere, still throbbing bright red.
“Yeeeow! OWW! My poor ass,” she complained as she waddled out of sight, bikini bottoms at her knees, Jenny’s laughter ringing out behind her.
Maxine was having none of this foolishness. “Come on!” she barked, sharply. “Up to your room! We’re not done yet!”
Maxine propelled Leslie through the door of her bedroom with a sharp spank to her still naked butt. “Leslie, go stand in the corner with your nose against the wall and wait for me. I’ll be back in a moment with the second part of your punishment.”
Leslie’s eyes widened. She gave Maxine a pleading look. “Second part?! Haven’t I been punished enough? Maxine, I don’t-”
“I said in the corner NOW little girl.”
Leslie let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes, moving to pull up her bikini. Maxine grabbed her wrist tightly. “I don’t recall giving you permission to pull those up, missy.” Leslie gave her a shocked look. Surely Maxine didn’t want her to stand, bare and vulnerable with her stinging, crimson butt hanging out for the world to see! But one look at Maxine smug smile and laughing eyes told her that was exactly what she wanted. Shooting her a look full of venom and hate, Leslie turned and began her slow, halting, humiliating walk towards the corner with her swim bottoms around her knees, bare bottom burning brightly, and touched her upturned little nose to the wall. She heard Maxine leave, the door clacking shut behind her.
The minuets dragged by for the stuck-up beauty as she stood in the corner, her well spanked butt on display. Finally, she heard Maxine come back into the room. She turned and saw that the stern beauty was carrying a tall glass containing a thick, purple fluid, and a bundle of cloth under her arm, which she set on the bed. “Come here, girl,” she ordered. With her bikini still around her knees, Leslie turned and waddled over to Maxine, who handed her the glass. “Drink this.”
The girl examined the fluid in the glass and hesitated, shooting a reluctant, pitiful glance at Maxine, who crossed her arms across her firm, ample breasts and raised her eyebrows expectantly, silently letting Leslie know in no uncertain terms that she would not tolerate any further delay. Raising the glass to her pouty, pink lips, Leslie took a sip and nearly gagged as the fluid hit her tongue, her face scrunching. “AAKK!” she balked, nearly dropping the glass.
“Come on, come on, we haven’t got all day!”
Leslie shook her head. “No way! That stuff tastes like shit on…”
Maxine sighed and cut her off with a spank, snatching the glass from her hand. “Such a naughty, disobedient girl,” she admonished as she raised the glass to Leslie’s mouth and forced the lip between her teeth as she tilted the glass, forcing the liquid down her throat.
“Gack! Blug--spppff!” She sputtered as the liquid coursed down her esophagus, overflowing her mouth and dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her chest and belly, splashing against the floor. She tried to close her throat, but Maxine reached around and gave her bottom a hard spank. The putrid fluid caused her stomach to start flip-flopping, and she let out a loud, embarrassing belch as she continued to sputter. Finally, the glass was empty. Maxine grabbed her bikini top, pulling it off and using it to clean the girls face and stomach. Leslie gasped as her bare breasts came into view, but before she could protest, Maxine had her bikini briefs down her legs. Naked, she was lead over to the bed and forced onto her back. From the pile of cloth, Maxine selected a pair of full-cut, white cotton panties with the words “naughty widdle girl” embroidered on in bright red letters across the seat. She slipped them over Leslie’s ankles and attempted to draw them up her legs. Leslie kicked and fussed. “No! Fuck you, you bitch!” Maxine calmly seized her calves and hoisted her feet into the air, exposing her still blushing butt and giving it 10 rapid-fire spanks, watching the chubby moons jiggle and bounce with each strike. Leslie shirked and hollered with each slap to her bright red butt. “OW! OH! STOP YOU BIIIIIITH!” The humiliating panties were drawn into place over her spoiled, bratty butt, still sore and throbbing. Next, a set of fuzzy, footed PJ’s were selected and pulled on. Maxine helped Leslie stand, and the girls protests increased as she realized there was a button up drop-hatch in the seat, which Maxine left undone, leaving Leslie’s embarrassing panties and just a hint of her freshly, bright red, cheeks visible. Maxine bundled her off to the corner with a spank (“OW! Bitch!”) “Now go back to the corner, young lady, and think about the way you’ve behaved.” Leslie did as she was told, feeling ridiculous in her new outfit as Maxine took a seat on the bed and began idly flipping through a magazine.
The once proud, vain, and self-assured sex-kitten stared into the corner, her humiliating panties exposed to the world, and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Her tummy had been giving her grief ever since Maxine had forced her to drink that disgusting fluid. It bubbled and gurgled, an intense, gassy pressure beginning to build in the pit of her guts, and suddenly she realized she was in desperate need to take a dump. “Maxine,” she whined, “I have to use the bathroom!”
Maxine didn’t look up for her magazine. “I told you to stand there until I said you could move, and I meant it. You may use the toilet when I say you can move.”
“But I’ve really gotta go!” she wailed, getting desperate, sounding more like a whiney child than the beautiful, mature woman she was.
Maxine chuckled. “I’m sure you do. That glass contained an extra strength colon cleanser.”
Leslie bounced in place. “I don’t think I can hold it!”
“Nevertheless, you will hold it, Leslie, or I’ve got an extra special punishment cooked up for you,” she cackled.
Ten minuets dragged agonizingly by. Leslie was forced to reach back and push her hands up against her butt crack in a desperate attempt to contain her bowels. She stamped her feet and moaned as she pushed her palms against her cheeks, looking more like a desperate toddler than a grown woman. “UH! AHH! OH! EEE!”
She accidentally farted, a loud, rumbling sound in the silence of the bedroom, raising a chuckle from Maxine. “Please Maxine! Please let me use the toilet!” She grunted.
“Five more minuets little girl. I suggest you don’t disappoint me.”
Leslie pushed both hands against her crack struggling to contain herself. She felt her anus beginning to open, and managed a cry before she farted wetly, a small, greasy, chocolate brown lump firing into the seat of her panties, mushing against her seat and pushing into her cheeks. Leslie’s pouty pink mouth fell open in shock; she shook her head in disbelief. “This can’t be happening,” she assured herself under her breath, even as she looked back over her shoulder at the sagging, stained seat of her panties; the stuck up tease had just taken a massive crap right in her panties, just like a two-year-old. The brown lump was clearly visible in the center of her panties as it stained through the fabric creating a stark contrast against her red butt. “Just a dream,’ she whispered, even as she began to detect the pungent, earthy aroma of the messy surprise she’d just deposited in her pants.
“Awww,” Maxine mocked, her voice sickly sweet, “did the naughty widdle girl have a little accident?”
“Uhhh! OOHH! AHHH!” She grunted and moaned as she totally lost control, unable to prevent her anus from blossoming and pushing the hot contents of her straining bowels into her panties, completely beyond her control as waves of nausea radiated from her belly. It almost felt like she was throwing up from her ass as she continued to let out stinky farts and her underwear began to sag and droop comically as a sustained, involuntary bowel cramp forced more and more sticky, yucky poop into her panties.
Finally, she was finished. Maxine rose calmly, crossing her arms under her breasts and crossing over to Leslie. “Well, well,” she smirked smugly, taking Leslie by the arm and leading her across to the bed. “Looks like we’ll be needing that extra special punishment, after all.” She quickly stripped Leslie out of her fuzzy PJs, leaving her in her messy panties. Maxine pulled these off next, dropping them into the nearby trash bin and tying the garbage bag shut. Reaching into her large handbag, she extracted a container of wet wipes, and proceeded to clean off Leslie’s messy butt. Leslie, for her part, could only look at herself in the mirror as Alexis wiped the mushy poop from her ass and stammer. “It’s not real… Just a dream,” she reassured herself over and over.
Taking her back into her room, Maxine sat the naked Leslie down on her bed. “Just wait there while I get what I need to get you ready for bed, sweetie,” she cooed with a smirk in her voice. Reaching into her bag, she withdrew several items of clothing: a sheer, silky baby-doll nighty, a frilly pink bonnet, and an enormous cotton diaper.
Upon seeing what Maxine had planned for her nighttime wardrobe, Leslie began to scream. “No! No WAY am I wearing that shit!” she shirked, attempting to flee. Maxine easily pinned her to the bed and laid her out on her stomach, delivering another sound spanking with her hand. “OW! OUCH! OHHH! YOU CAN’T DOOOOOOOOO THIS!” Leslie howled, kicking her dainty feet against the mattress and sobbing into her pillow. Finally, Maxine pulled her into the center of the bed. “Alright, young lady,” she announced, squirting a line of baby lotion across Leslie’s upturned cheeks. Firmly, she massaged it into her soft buns and in between her cheeks before a sprinkle of baby powder. Onto her back, where the process was repeated on her furry little pussy and lower stomach. Leslie was diapered before she even knew it.
“This can’t be happening,” she whispered, her eyes wet with tears as Maxine pulled the flimsy baby-doll over her head.
“Oh, but it is, my dear,” Maxine cackled as she tied the bonnet in a bow under her chin, completing her ridiculous make-over. “Perhaps you’d like to see for yourself?” and before she could answer, Maxine had already pulled Leslie to her feet, forcing her towards the mirror in the corner. What the girl saw made her scream and cry in disbelief; There she stood, Leslie Abraham, the hottest, sexiest, most popular girl she knew… reduced to a cupie doll, an oversized infant, a parody of sweet and innocent femininity.
Maxine stood by and watched for a moment as Leslie flew into a full-blown tantrum,
Screaming and stomping and crying her eyes out. “I WON’T DO IT! I WON’T LET YOU HUMILIATE ME LIKE THIS!” She cried, and ran screaming from the bedroom.
Jenny was dusting in the living room, still chuckling from Leslie’s earlier punishment. Indeed, she could think of few people she knew that deserved it more… and she’d only just gotten to know her.
The Maid turned as she heard shirking from upstairs, followed by footsteps thumping down the stairs. She was delighted to see her new mistress wearing a diaper and humiliating, babyish attire striking down the stairs, Maxine in pursuit.
“Leslie!” she called sternly, “You come back here this instant, young lady! You are in enough trouble as it is!”
“Fuck you, you psycho whore! I hate you, I hate you!” she wailed as Maxine caught up, taking her by the upper arm and bodily lifting her, carrying the bawling brat over her shoulder to the couch. “Nooooo!” Leslie howled as Maxine plopped the squirming brat down in her lap and tugged down her diaper.
“Well, well,” she smirked, beginning to slap Leslie’s jiggling bottom once more. Jenny grinned with pleasure once again… there was nothing better than watching the little brat get her just deserts. “Here we are” (SMACK SMACK) “again.”
“Fuck you! You bitch!” the bratty Leslie spat. “OH! Ow! You can’t AHHH do this! I’m not a baby! I’m not!”
Maxine merely smiled at her childish outburst and smacked her rosy red ass, still glistening from the baby oil. “I can change that in a hurry,” Maxine grinned, laying a heavy spank right across the center of Leslie’s upturned seat. “What would you say, little girl, if I told you I was a powerful witch? That I had complete control over the female form…”
“I’d say I believed the witch part… OWWWW! OHHH!” she cried.
Maxine’s smile became even wider, and Jenny looked on with mounting curiosity as her eyes took on a peculiar purple glow. She gasped as she watched her employers feet crept higher and higher off the floor. Leslie didn’t seem to notice, even as she shrank past the 16 year old mark; she continued to howl and kick as Maxine stepped up the pace, her palm covering more and more of the surface of the diminishing bottom. “Bad girl,” she scolded, smiling as she watched Leslie spiral past the 13 year mark, and still she continued to shrink, seemingly exponentially, her cloths, shrinking with her. “Naughty girl. I think spending the night as a real baby will teach you a lesson.”
“Let me go you crazy bitch!” Leslie squealed in her 6 year old voice, gasping at her helium-high voice. He chest went hollow, and she could feel her heart beat through her entire body. “Oh my god!” she cried looking down at her fingers as they became tiny and plump. “Stop! Wait,” she pleaded, her sobs becoming more desperate as she became a toddler. “Don’t do this, Maxine! Don’t dooo th- aaahhaaaaaaaa! WAAAA!WAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!”
Maxine grinned down at the six month old Leslie, still squirming across Maxine’s knee and crying hysterically. Maxine merely sat back and allowed Leslie to weep into her lap, gently stroking, patting a caressing her sensitive skin. Finally, she looked up at Jenny. “Jenny, dear, please fetch my bag from Leslies room… the big canvas one?”
The maid rose and curtsied nervously. “Yes ma’am,” she said meekly, high tailing it out of the living room.
‘It’s just a dream,’ Leslie reminded herself as Maxine patted and rubbed her thickly padded tushie with one hand, the other gently stroking her head (which, she noted with delight, retained its stylish black bob under the bonnet). She shuddered at every touch, her hyper-sensitive skin registering every sensation and magnifying it: the warmth of Maxine’s lap beneath her contrasted with the cool breeze on her chubby little arms. The smooth satin of her dress and the fluffiness of her cushy diapers against her bottom. Maxine’s hot breath on the back of her neck as she leaned down to whisper teasingly in her ear.
“Baby feels very warm; I’ll have to take her temperature to be sure she hasn’t got a fever.”
Leslie squirmed helplessly in Maxine’s lap as Jenny came back into the living room, lugging Maxine’s canvas bag with her. ‘Just a dream,’ she repeated to herself. ‘It’s not real.’
Maxine reached into the bag and removed her trusty rectal thermometer and a tube of KY jelly. Leslie gasped and squealed as she felt her cheeks spread apart, and her tiny asshole greased with KY. ‘Just a dream,’ she repeated, shuttering at the cool, greasy feeling. ‘In a few moments, I’ll be waking up in my nice warm bed and none of this will be real and…and…”
Shaking the thermometer down, ensuring the glass would be nice and cool, Leslie felt her cheeks spread once again. “Open wide,” Maxine mocked, brining the glass tube closer and closer to her little asshole. “Here comes the airplane!” she grinned, gently twisting the thermometer home, causing Leslie’s infant body to twitch and jerk at the ticklish sensation. While not painful, the sensation was defiantly different. Her body twitched, unable to control the stimulation as her rectum throbbed around the cool glass. Her face reddened and her stomach seemed to collapse in on itself with a rush of mortification. ‘Just…A…Dream!’ her thoughts squealed in denial, even as tears began to well in her eyes at her realization that the opposite was true.
Holding squirmy baby Leslie in her lap with one arm, Maxine checked her watch. “Jenny,” she asked sweetly and without looking up. “Could you take the bottle in my bag, fill it with milk, warm it, and bring it back for me?”
Nodding quickly, Jenny found the glass container and made her way towards the kitchen.
Maxine grinned as she noticed Leslie beginning to moan and struggle a bit in her lap, the shock wearing off. “Now, now,” she admonished, leaning foreword to whisper in her ear. Leslie felt her warm torso, her firm breasts and silken blouse envelop her body, trapping her against her lap. “Baby mustn’t fidget,” she cooed, giving her small cheeks a pat. Taking the tip of the thermometer between her thumb and forefinger, she began to twist the glass cylinder protruding from Leslie’s bottom. She gurgled and twitched. “An interesting sensation, isn’t it my dear?” Maxine smiled. “Having the mind of an adult and the body of an infant, I mean. Sensitive to… all stimulus,” she smiled, dragging a finger across the sole of the baby’s foot, making her jump. “I bet you’re aroused right now, aren’t you, Leslie? Bet you didn’t know infants had such strong sexual responses, did you?” Leslie gave a shriek and broke down crying as she realized Maxine was right: she was turned on and she hadn’t even noticed. Her body had betrayed her, she realized, and now her mind was trapped.
Maxine pulled herself into a sitting position as Jenny re-entered the room, bottle in hand. The perky young maid set the bottle on the table next to Maxine, and tentatively, approached the head of the couch. “Too bad,” she said breezily, giving the thermometer a gentle tap. “You’re just a little baby, and little babies don’t get to play grown-up games!” she smirked triumphantly as Jenny squatted in front of her, smiling into Leslie’s face.
“Hey there! Hey there, little one!” she smiled, tickling her under her chin. Leslie shirked and cried at being treated like a baby by this little bitch! “Aw… Don’t cry, precious,” she grinned, stroking her bonnet covered head. “Grown-up games may be out of the question, but I’m sure we can find something fun for a baby like you to do!” she laughed as Maxine, quickly and without warning, withdrew the thermometer, drawing a whine from Leslie.
She examined the mercury. “Hmmm… Slightly raised.” She touched Leslie’s forehead gently. “Maybe we should her to bed early. Just to be sure.” Suddenly, she flipped Leslie over and cradled her, reaching for the bottle. “After her din-din!” Maxine grinned, and before she knew it, the nipple was in Leslie’s mouth and her cheeks were bulging with warm milk, and she slurped desperately to keep up, swallowing nearly as much air as fluid. By the time she was finished, her already doughy tummy felt round and bloated and tight as a balloon. Without warning, Maxine tossed the infant over her shoulder, gently, but firmly patting her on the back, and Leslie realized, to her humiliation, that she was being burped. She released Two small “urp”’s, followed by a silent, but long baby fart… Leslie felt like a deflating beach ball! She sighed, her relief far outweighing her embarrassment… until…
“WHEW!” exclaimed Jenny, wrinkling her nose and fanning her face. “Awww, man! PU! I think she just fudged her diaper again,” she giggled.
Bright red, Leslie turned to glare over her shoulder while she explained as best she could that she had not, in fact, ‘fudged her diaper,’ but all she could muster was foolish infantile babble.
Maxine simply chuckled, enjoying the baby’s embarrassment. “Oh, I suspect that baby has merely farted, Jenny,” she explained in a sincere tone as she pulled out the waist band of Leslie’s diaper to inspect down she seat for messes. Surprised, Leslie shirked, humiliated to be treated like this. “Nope… nothing down there… Baby must just have some gas… Isn’t the right, sweetie?” she mocked, holding the struggling babe in her lap and lifting her nighty, exposing her round tummy. She pressed her lips against her bellybutton and blew a loud raspberry, drawing a reluctant giggle and squeal from the infant. “Oh, my, Leslie,” she admonished as she blew another raspberry. “I know that you’re only a baby now, but you can still say ‘excuse me’!”
She gathered the baby up into her arms. Leslie could only lay her head against her governess’ chest and struggle to catch her breath as Maxine took her back up to her room. Laying her in the middle of her bed, she turned out the lights and walked to the door. “Now, if you behave, you just might be back to normal by morning… So go right to sleep.” And with that she shut the door, leaving Leslie to sob in darkness, a prisoner of herself.