Rachel sat on the couch in her living room with Fara in her lap quietly suckling away at her exposed nipple while she looked at her phone. It had been a few days since their trip to the office and on the trip Rachel had received a subtle update on what she had declared the “Samantha situation”. It wouldn’t be long before that hammer dropped, and Rachel found herself in the rare position of being nervous. She knew exactly what to do, had planned excessively about how to position herself in the best position for when her father’s dealings were finally revealed to the public. Still she was nervous though. It was everything she had been waiting for in a business sense, not to mention the payback she would get toward her father for her horrible childhood being a well-groomed heir.

A subtle nibble at her breast brought Rachel out of her thoughts to what was her other ultimate goal, the soggy baby girl contentedly suckling on her breast.

“Are you actually getting anything?” Rachel questioned. Fara nodded no but kept at it anyway. Rachel and Sarah both had been taking pills to produce at least a small amount of breast milk for Fara without drastically changing their figure. It appears to have not been working yet. “It’s ok sweetie, it will be there soon.” Rachel pulled Fara’s head from her breast and stuck the pacifier clipped to her onesie in her mouth. Fara continued suckling, this time on the pacifier, as she snuggled into Rachel. Rachel took the moment to sneak her finger into Fara’s diaper to see just how soggy her baby girl was. The answer was very, she needed to be changed. “Someone’s been a good baby,” Rachel praised. Let’s get you changed before you pee on your onesie sweetie. Fara groaned as she was roused from her cuddling. “I know poor baby.” Fara huffed as she was led by the hand to the nursery. She was being fussy and whiny, and overdue for her maintenance spanking. “Come on fuss pot you are overdue,” Rachel lead Fara over to a chair with her protesting all the while. Rachel unceremoniously brought Fara over her lap on the large chair and quickly opened the bottom of her onesie and brought down her soggy diaper.

“Mommy no! Please! I’ll be good,” Fara begged.

“Hush,” Rachel delivered on slap across Fara’s cheeks.

“One,” Fara counted dutifully.

“I’ve been neglecting you for a while it seems, you are getting to be a little whiny,” Rachel delivered more spanks.

“Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I’m sorry mommy I’ll be good girl.”

“All this talking while you’re getting punished too. Good girls take their punishment without complaining.”

“Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve,” Fara shed a few tears and was sobbing but didn’t make any further complaints.

“That’s better. See your behavior is already improving.”

“Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.” Fara was now sobbing and Rachel stopped to gently rub her rapidly reddening bottom. She had delivered those pretty quickly Fara needed a short break.

“Aww I wanted to give these,” Sarah complained as she happened to walk by the nursery to see the scene before her.

“That’s not your place pet. You’ll get your own when I’m done with the baby.” Rachel said sternly.

“Yes Mistress,” Sarah bowed her head defeated.

“How many more can you take baby?” Rachel asked calmly stroking Fara’s head.

“F-f-five,” Fara answered shakily. “I think.”

“Good answer sweetie. You’re getting seven more.”

“Yes mommy, thank you mommy.” Fara responded quickly.

“Good girl,” Rachel quickly delivered the 7 extra swats, Fara counting dutifully throughout. When they were done Fara was crying and her bottom was a dark red. Rachel was an expert so even her bare hand hurt like a paddle or hairbrush might. “Very good baby come here.” Rachel brought Fara up into a hug and the two held the hug for a few minutes while Fara cried into Rachel’s shoulder. Eventually Fara’s crying faded into just heavy breathing. “Are we all done?” Rachel asked sweetly.

“Yes mommy,” Fara answered meekly.

“There’s a good girl. Come let’s get a fresh diaper on you. You can go play while I tend to the pet. Does that sound good?” Rachel led Fara over to the changing table. Fara winced a bit as her sore bottom made contact with the changing table.

“I can watch my show?” Fara asked as Rachel ran the chest strap over Fara.

“I don’t see why not sweetie. Now for being such a good girl I’ll let you pick out your next diaper.”

“Farm aminals,” Fara said happily.

“Ok princess farm animals it is.” Rachel knew the ones Fara was talking about. Not usually one she would go for because it lacked pink but maybe she just had animals on the brain. It was decorated with sheep, and horses, and pigs all eating fade when wet grass. Fara was mostly quiet during her change, suckling on her pacifier while Rachel went through the motions and taped the new diaper on. She was tired from her spanking. “All done.” Rachel smiled snapping Fara’s onesie closed again.

“Play time?” Fara asked.

“Yes play time,” Rachel led Fara by the hand to her play pen in the living room, handing her the remote to the tv. “Be good.”

“Yes mommy,” Fara switched to the show she was watching.

“Pet! Punishment now!” Rachel could be a bit more demanding with Sarah. Sarah stopped what she was doing and ran to Rachel’s room. She had taken off her clothes and had already taken position atop the spanking bench in Rachel’s room. “Very good pet you follow orders well, if only I didn’t have to put fear in you to get rid of all of that attitude.” Sarah whimpered as Rachel grabbed the paddle from its hook on the spanking bench.

“I’m sorry Mistress. Please punish me so I’ll be better for you,” Sarah said solemnly as Rachel tied her wrists and ankles in place.

“Oh I’ll do my best dear,” Rachel got to work. Sarah could take more than Fara could, so Rachel could use her bottom to vent her anxiousness, more than she could with Fara, and she did. Fara eventually was crying, yelling with each hit. She liked it though. She like the intense pain and also that she could be an outlet for her Mistress, but Rachel had a lot to work through, too much for even Sarah.

“No more Mistress,” Sara said crying into the spanking bench, parts of her bottom were beginning to bruise. Sarah notably did not say any kind of safe word though.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘yellow’ sweetie,” Rachel said hanging the paddle up. She knew that Sarah sometimes took her role a little too seriously and was hesitant to use safe words. Of course Rachel didn’t have to listen, that was the dynamic they had, but she always had so far.

“Yellow,” Sarah said crying.

“It’s ok,” Rachel released Sarah and brought her over to the bed. “Your mistress has a lot on her mind and got carried away.” Rachel clipped a lead to the simple collar Sarah was wearing and lead her over to the bed, resting her head on her own lap and gently playing with her hair.

“What is it?”

“Stuff with dad,” Rachel was vague.

“Talk about it?”

“It’s complicated. I’d have to fill you in on too much. The short version is he’s going down soon.”

“Thought you’d be happy.”

“I’m anxious. Like we were with Fara.”

“When is it going down?”

“Ummm,” Rachel stalled as she looked at a message from Lexi on her phone. “Two days.”

“Wow,” Sara looked up at Rachel.

“Yeah. I guess you’re never really ready for something like this. Your Mistress has it under control though. Do we feel like cummies today my little pet?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I thought so,” Rachel smiled as she played with the remote that she never kept too far from her. The phallus that had been stuck in Sarah’s sex by her chastity belt for three weeks began to vibrate rhythmically. Normally Rachel would use this to keep Sarah on edge for when she wanted her particularly obedient, but now she would take her all the way. Constant teasing and edging meant that Sarah could take a lot before she got to orgasm, but eventually she did get there and moaned as her juices seeped out around her chastity belt. Rachel scooped some with her fingers and stuck it in her mouth. “Delicious,” She said smiling coyly. Rachel moved Sarah over so she could get a better angle as she brought her head down into Sarah’s crotch to lick up all the escaping juices. Normally this would be a very submissive act, but Rachel only licked the metal securing the sensitive parts, serving only to get Sarah immediately back on edge after her release.

“Only you could make going down on someone so dommy,” Sarah said with short breathes. Rachel giggled licked her lips and the last of Sarah’s cum.

“Get dressed and prepare lunch, I’ll go check on the baby.”

Rachel and Sarah left the room, Sarah looking visibly worn out by their exchange.

“Everything ok?” Fara asked as Rachel approached her.

“Your mommy has a bit on her mind.”

“Oh,” Fara looked at the ground unsure what to do. She reached up with grabby hands. Rachel giggled and helped Fara onto her lap and Fara cuddled into her. “Oh and with just a little cuddle I feel all better.”

“No you don’t,” Fara was muffled as her face was buried in Rachel.

“Clever baby. No I’m not all better but your cuddles do help.” Fara grunted happily.

“What’s the matter?” Rachel had to remember that Fara was an adult under the onesies and cute diaper. She could talk about this stuff with her as much as she could with Sarah. They were in a relationship now, she probably owed it to her.

“You’ve got a lot to catch up on,” Rachel tried her best to summarize. “My father’s poor actions are finally catching up to him and your mommy will get to run the company, the whole company.”

“Oh,” Fara spoke with sudden understanding. “Yeah that is a lot. Do you not like your dad?”

“No,” Rachel gave a quick answer before elaborating. “There’s a lot to go over, it’s a very complicated relationship.”

“Well he sounds like a poopy head.” Rachel giggled.

“That’s very well said little one,” Rachel began rhythmically patting Fara’s diaper as they cuddled. It was a move that Rachel knew littles loved, and Fara’s happy noises let Rachel know that it was working. “Who’s mommy’s smart baby?”

“Me.” Fara answered quietly. “But mommy,” Fara whined trying to shut down Rachel’s attempts to change the topic of conversation. Rachel sighed as Fara saw through her ploy.

“Too smart for your own good,” Rachel adjusted Fara to make eye contact.

“I wanna help,” Fara said seriously.

“You are helping, by being your cute little diaper filling self.”

“Mommy!” Fara pouted.

“I. Am. Fine. I’m stressed but I’ll handle it. I have plans in place for this kind of thing. You don’t have to worry.”

“I will though.”

“I know,” Rachel pushed Fara’s pacifier in her mouth. “Come I think pet is making us some lunch. You can worry about not getting it all over your onesie and I can worry about grown up things.”