Chapter Thirteen

I walked Kailee to my car, leading her by the wrist rather than by the hand. She look at me with a puzzled expression for a moment when we reached the vehicle and I opened the back door for her. How quickly she forgot.

"Littles don't ride in the front," I reminded her.

I laid a towel down over the leather seat before I allowed her to climb in. The moment she was seated, I pulled the seatbelt down across her lap and buckled her in.

"Thanks momm- " she began, a sharp look cut her off.

"I want to be friends with you, Kailee," I lied. "But if you insist on ignoring my boundaries and calling me 'mommy', you're going to make that very hard on me. I'm not your mommy, I'm not anyone's mommy right now. Please, just let me be your friend."

Surprisingly, Kailee actually looked like she understood. She looked down, breaking our eye contact after a moment.

"I'm sorry, Vanessa - I'm just really excited to see you again. I've missed you."

"It's okay, just try to remember?" I patted her on the head and closed the door - I had engaged the child locks before I left my place, she would have to wait for me before she could get out of the car again.

I climbed in myself and drove us to the local McDonald's, ordering myself a grilled chicken sandwich with an unsweetened tea and a "happy meal" for Kailee... with an extra sandwich in case that wasn't enough. One upside to Kailee was certainly that she was a cheap date. She bounced and cheered when she realized what she was getting for dinner, and after I had it in hand, I drove us to a secluded part of Vasona County park.

I left her in the car, where she panicked a bit and knocked on the window, but another stern look calmed her down. I laid a blanket out on the grass behind a small grouping of trees before I came back and opened the door.

"Did I say you could unbuckle yourself?" I spoke sharply, staring down at her from on high.

"No but I- "

"I did not warm your other thigh yet, little girl. Are you trying to make sure it is attended to as well?"

"No m.. Vanessa," she squeaked, reaching to buckle herself back in.

"Don't touch that buckle," I snapped. "Get out of the car, and if I catch you buckling or unbuckling yourself again, the spanking you got for fussing will look mild in comparison, do you understand?" Kailee looked to be on the verge of tears as I berated her, but I could tell by her posture and her breathing that she was quite turned on. I didn't honestly enjoy being this fierce authoritarian, but it's what she wanted and I was determined to give it to her, possibly even more than she wanted.

I led her over to the blanket where she sat down, and I handed her the red box she coveted.

"Eat your sandwich and your apples before you open your toy," I instructed, tucking into my own meal.

"Apples?" she whined, "I wanted fries!"

"One more complaint about it and we're getting back in the car and I'm driving you home and I will spank you there - because it's wrong to do it in public. Do you understand? Is this the end of our outing? Are we just going to put you right back in your car seat and drive home, where you will get a spanking and a time out?"

"I'm sorry," she deflated, munching sullenly on an apple slice, but I could sense the thrill at her imaginary car seat.

"Good girl," I smiled, returning to my meal and munching with purposeful contentment on my own french fries.

The rest of the visit to the park went well, we finished lunch, she got a "My Little Pony" toy in her happy meal, which she was overjoyed about. I took her to the playground - blissfully empty on a Friday night near dusk - and pushed her on the swings for a bit. She behaved for the most part, and when her whining began to become too much, a sharp word put her back in line.

That was the worst part about Kailee, she enjoyed whining so much and cared so little for the opinions of others. She was the very embodiment of selfishness and it was grating.

When we got back to her apartment, she had waited for me to unbuckle her - she likely didn't want to tempt fate on another spanking right outside her own door. I walked her to the door and gave her a hug before squeezing the padding between her legs.

"You need a change," I whispered.

"Will you change me?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"I won't," I shook my head. "I understand that you enjoy getting to indulge your Little self, and there's nothing wrong with that. But we have a ways to go on our friendship before we reach that point. I won't be offended if you find another mommy, I don't know how long it will be before I feel capable of playing that role for you." It was a lie - I knew exactly how long it would be, and the answer was never... unless she somehow, miraculously changed some fundamental part of her. But that didn't seem likely and I had my eyes elsewhere.

"Thanks for the trip to the park, Vanessa." She sounded sincere, so I rewarded it. I planted a kiss on her forehead and gave her a hug.

"We'll keep trying to rebuild our friendship," I said softly.

"Yeah," she agreed before she slipped through the door to her apartment.

I wondered how Aubrey would handle her now that she had some new insight into Kailee's inner workings...

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I heard Kailee turn the knob before she came in. My heart was pounding like crazy, I had no idea whether this was a good idea or not... but that cold bitch Vanessa had been right. Kailee's vibe was sitting out in the open, right next to the discarded snap-crotch shirt she had been wearing, still plugged in. She had been masturbating right after that spanking. She did enjoy it. And maybe, just maybe, I could use that. I wouldn't hurt Kailee, not like Vanessa did but...

"Did you have a good time?" I asked, trying to look casual on the couch.

"I really did - I got a happy meal and we went to the park and I played in the sandbox and she pushed me on the swings and it was really nice. I'm gonna go rest now, I'll talk to you later?"

"Rest?" I smirked, I couldn't help it. "Do you need your vibe to help you rest?"

"You went in my room?" she asked, a little surprised. We didn't do that, we didn't go in each other's private spaces.

"I didn't - you left the door open and the vibe on your bed, I saw it when I walked by," I lied. I had peeked in on purpose - I had to know. "Vanessa said you probably went to masturbate before you changed. I gotta say, I was surprised. Why is that so hot to you?"

"Because she's so strong!" Kailee gushed, walking over to the couch and leaning on the arm. I hadn't really noticed the way she was walking before, but she had a pronounced waddle now. "She takes what she wants, she makes me feel small and controlled... it's all I want."

"You want someone to make you feel small and controlled?" I echoed. It didn't make sense to me, I wanted to be the one in charge in a relationship. I was hotter than most girls Benny could get, so I had the power. He did what I wanted or I'd leave him. That's what made the relationship feel safe for me. He wanted me more than I wanted him. Wanting someone else to have the power just didn't click.

"Uh huh," Kailee nodded, starry-eyed. "I really do. It's the best feeling ever. When she grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the couch... oh man, Aubrey. My heart was beating like crazy. She's so powerful. Oh, I want her back so badly."

"Even after your date? She's so cold, she's so stern - why do you even want her back?"

"Because no one makes me feel the way she does," she sighed. "And no one understands what feeling Little means to me."

"I think I have some Idea," I smiled.

"I'm gonna go rest," she said, moving toward the hall. This was it - now or never.

"No you're not," I said, trying to make my own voice sound commanding. "You're going to march your butt into the kitchen and do the dishes, right now. It's your turn." I knew what she had planned, she was going to turn on her music and work that vibrator like crazy while she dreamed about Vanessa spanking her.

"Not right now - I'll do them tomorrow."

"Kailee Jo," I tried that same warning tone that all moms seemed to have, throwing in her middle name for good measure. "If you don't march your diapered butt into that kitchen right now and do the dishes, I will spank you - and what Vanessa did will seem mild."

"What?" she asked, turning around with a confused expression on her face. I pulled out the wooden spoon I had grabbed from the utensil holder before she came home.

"I said, you're going to do the dishes," I looked at her sternly.

"You're joking, right? You don't know anything about spanking, you're a freaking vanilla." I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't like the way she said it. She wanted to be spanked, she wanted someone to take control, to make her feel small. I could do this. I could make her happy, get her away from Vanessa and maybe get a better roommate out of the deal. I loved Kailee - but even I had to admit she was kind of a slob. I had been hoping Vanessa would have scared her off, or that Kailee would realize what a heartless bitch the woman was, but she obviously wasn't going to get there on her own.

"I'm not joking," I countered, channeling my mother. "Now go do the dishes."

"Forget it, Aubrey. Don't even- "

"One," I cut her off, holding up a finger with my left hand, the spoon still in my right.

"You wouldn't!" she crossed her arms and glared, the same look she had when she had been challenging Vanessa. She wanted this, I was doing the right thing.

"Two," I continued, adding a second finger and taking a step toward her. She took a step back, her arms dropping and a look of panic spreading across her face.

"Aubrey, no - this isn't funny, you're my roommate, my friend. Not- "

"Three," I dropped my counting hand and strode forward. One thing I had learned from my own stern mother growing up was that there could be no such thing as an idle threat - once you made a threat, you followed through with it, no matter how horrible it had been. Empty threats just made you look weak - so you didn't make a threat unless you were going to carry it out to the letter. I grabbed Kailee around the wrist just as I had seen Vanessa do and I bent her over the arm of the couch.

"Aubrey!"

I slammed the spoon into her butt, but instead of a smack sound, it made a dull thud. And she laughed. She actually laughed at me.

It was the diaper. When Vanessa had spanked her, it had all been on the thigh - so I started in on her thigh. After the first smack she was no longer laughing. After three she was hissing in pain. As I finished swat number six, she was whimpering.

"Okay Aubrey," she pleaded. "I give - please let me up. Please don't- ow! Aubrey! Ow! Aubrey stop! You're not my mommy, cut it out!"

"I may not be," I replied, "but you're going to obey me anyway." I hit her three more times in the same spot, one right after the other.

"Aubrey stop!" she cried out, putting her hand in the way. "Ow fuck that hurts!"

"Move your hand," I said in a threatening tone. "Or are you ready to go do the dishes?"

"I'll do the dishes," she whimpered, her hand still covering the spot on her thigh. "No more!"

I let her up and realized my foot was wet - she had a trail of fluid running down her leg. She had peed while I was spanking her, and her damned diaper leaked.

"Change your diaper first," I groused, grabbing a towel and mopping a bit off the floor and my foot. "And don't bother to put your skirt back on. You don't have anything to hide here, I already know you're not potty trained."

She wobbled a bit as she walked when I said that - I had found a button to push.