Fara was absent mindedly playing with some toys in her playpen, watching a show that Rachel had left on for her while she went to instruct Sarah on what to make for dinner, some kind of sitcom. Fara had been stuck in baby mode since they had gotten back. Even when she wasn’t feeling particularly little, her little rules were still in place. She always referred to Sarah as mommy, was rarely left unsupervised unless she was in her playpen, even then she was in either her mittens or baby leash. She had spent every night locked in her crib. She had eaten every meal out of a high chair, most of which was either mushy baby food or some kind of milk based formula, though she was given rare treats of actual food. Her outfits had all been distinctly juvenile. Short dresses or onesies. And of course diapers, which she had been in what she thought must have been every possible variety of. From cute disposable prints to thick cloth diapers Rachel was eager to go through her collection on Fara.

It hadn’t bothered her though. She loved every second of it. She liked that even when she wasn’t feeling little all this structure was still in place, and she reveled in her carefree existence. What mommy didn’t take care of Sarah was around for. Their dynamic was interesting. Rachel insisted that Sarah was below Fara, and as such Fara could boss Sarah around for the most part. Get her to give her drinks, or play with her, or do any of the humiliating tricks she knew. Her rules were still in place though. She could tell Sarah she wanted to go another room, but Sarah would walk here there on a baby leash, and Sarah would be quick to tell her no if she ever asked for “big girl food” or for a change which she very strictly wasn’t allowed to ask for. Not to mention that Rachel’s orders superseded Fara’s, so if Rachel told Sarah to put Fara away in time out, lock her in her crib, or change her diaper, she would do it no matter how much Fara protested. Fara had to admit she found the constant power games between the two of them fun and exciting.

Fara was starting to wonder if this was going to end though. She had to admit that she somewhat lost track of the days since she’d been there. Having nap time in addition to regular sleeping in her crib and only rarely venturing out of Rachel’s house kind of threw her internal clock out of whack. They had an extra week of vacation left when they got back from Colorado, and she was pretty confident it hadn’t been a week yet. It had to be getting close though, and Rachel hadn’t brought it up yet. She was starting to worry she wouldn’t have time to adjust back to regular school life. Or maybe all of this would continue while she was in school? She didn’t know how to feel about that. It was certainly possible, Sarah attended university while still serving Rachel after all. It’s not an idea Fara was opposed to, she hadn’t gotten tired of this lifestyle yet. She honestly couldn’t ever imagine being tired of it. It would have to be a topic of discussion first though.

“Dinner will be ready soon sweetie,” Rachel interrupted Fara’s thinking as she entered the room. She opened the gate to Fara’s play pen and led her by the hand to sit with her on the couch. The playpen itself was an actual play pen for children, one Fara could easily step over, though Rachel did keep a more inescapable one at another of her houses. Fara was very good about following rules though, and hadn’t left the play pen without permission yet. “I sense something’s on your mind,” Rachel adjusted Fara into a comfortable cuddle position on the couch. She sat Fara’s head in her lap and stroked her hair. She liked to be able to give Fara some gentle reminders of her affection whenever she had complicated thoughts.

“I was just wondering about classes,” Fara said meekly. “I forgot what day it is, but they have to be starting soon right.”

“It’s Friday sweetie,” Rachel giggled. “Don’t worry you’ll learn your days of the week soon,” Rachel playfully teased.

“Mommy!” Fara complained. “I’m being serious.”

“Well I suppose it is getting to be that time. You know it wouldn’t hurt you to miss a week if you like it here. You don’t have to go back right away.” Rachel could sense from Fara’s posture that wasn’t something she was comfortable with. “Ok. Well I don’t think it’s very wise of you to be on your own any more. You’ve gotten pretty dependent during you time here, it would be difficult to go back to being on your own. I get the sense you don’t really want to anyway.”

“I like it here,” Fara admitted with a blush. “I don’t really want it to stop if I’m being honest, but I know it can’t go on forever.”

“Oh sweet baby,” Rachel giggled. Fara was unaware of just how much this could go on forever, and how it likely would. Rachel had gotten some coaching from Sarah however. As much as she wanted to make Fara her full time baby right now Sarah’s advice was that it would be more effective to give her some time to try to be a big girl first. “I know it must be frustrating for big girl things to get in the way, but I’m sure we can work out some details for your return to classes. You’ll stay in diapers of course.”

“Really?” Fara blushed.

“Come now. If I let you out of diapers you’d be making messes all over campus, and I won’t have that. Plus you’re my baby, and my baby wears her diapers. Repeat.” Rachel commanded

“I’m your baby and your baby wears diapers,” Fara blushed as she obediently repeated.

“Good girl. You’ll wear diapers on campus, and I’m sure Sarah or I will be around to change you when you need it. Some of your dresses will be passable school attire.”

“What?” Fara fussed as she complained. “They are all so short. Everyone will be able to see my diaper, if the designs don’t give it away before that.”

“Well tough luck baby. You’re a baby. Babies don’t care if everyone knows they wear diapers. Repeat.”

“I’m a baby and babies don’t care if everyone knows they wear diapers,” Fara repeated obediently but Rachel could sense some hesitation. It wasn’t unwarranted hesitation. Much of Fara’s wardrobe had been designed specifically with the intention to show off her diaper. Even the most modest would allow brief peeks at her diaper from the back of her skirt. Flashing everyone the undergarment would be an unavoidable fact of life, something Fara was both nervous and excited about if she was being honest.

“I’m sure I can find some that are not quite as obvious. But don’t for a second think that I won’t send you down there in a skimpy mini skirt if you act up. You’re going to have to learn to get used to other people knowing you’re in diapers. Plus you’re little diaper peeks are so stinkin cute”

“Yes mommy,” Fara said with an unsatisfied pout.

“On that topic though we should discuss discipline.” Fara gulped, it was something she was dreading talking about. She was well behaved so she had managed to avoid getting any kind of punishment while she was there, though she knew that was on the table. It was something Rachel had noticed as well. While punishments were useful in correcting behavior it was also useful in reminding submissives of their place. Sarah pushed boundaries enough to get frequent punishments, but Fara was different all together. Rachel knew she would require a different approach, she had been formulating a maintenance punishment schedule for her for a while now.

“Have I not been good?” Fara squirmed in Rachel’s lap.

“You have been good dear,” Rachel subtly checked Rachel’s diaper and she was ready for changing, which was good for what was about to happen. “This may be a little hard for you to understand, but little girls need to be punished so they stay good and remember who is in charge and who isn’t.” Fara listened intently. It was one of many of Rachel’s lessons to her about the lifestyle in general that she had gotten while she was here. Fara was always fascinated to learn since the whole thing was pretty new to her, though this one certainly wasn’t boding well. “Sarah pushes her limits enough that she gets punished all the time, but you are very well behaved so I hardly ever have to punish you,” Rachel helped Fara out of her wet diaper.

“But that’s not fair,” Fara whined as Rachel slowly put her over her knee.

“Sweetie one thing you’re going to learn is that whatever I say is fair is fair,” Rachel calmly rubbed Fara’s now exposed butt. Fara whined. “You’re nervous, I understand,” Rachel spoke sweetly. “Calm down sweetie. This isn’t meant to be unpleasant, just to remind you of your place. I think given time you’ll come to enjoy the pain and the sensation it brings.” Rachel ended her thought with a hard smack to Rachel’s rear. “Count for me.”

“O-one,” Fara stammered, mimicking what she had seen Sarah do the times when she was spanked.

“Very clever baby,” Rachel was smiles as she continued spanking.

“Two. Three. Four. Five.” The hits came in quick succession. Fara was a metaphorical puddle. Not because of the pain, but because of the embarrassment. Over her mommy’s knee being spanked like a child, counting out each hit obediently. Rachel was right. It was a good reminder of what here place was.

“I think starting off we will have a session once a week.”

“Six. Seven. Eight.”

“And we’ll see how that goes.”

“Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.” The commotion had drawn Sarah from her cooking in the kitchen and she watched with glee at Fara’s slowly reddening bottom.

“There’s the pet. I was just going over Fara’s new maintenance schedule.

“Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” The spanks were starting to hurt Fara and she squirmed a little.

“Five more baby you are doing so well. Mommy is very proud.”

“Sixteen. Seventeen.”

“Maintenance spanks already?” Sarah gave a coded question. “She must be settling into this pretty fast.”

“Indeed,” Rachel spoke as if she wasn’t spanking a grown woman in her lap. “It’s part of her new back to school routine.”

“Eighteen. Nineteen.”

“I see,” Sarah said lightly. It seemed as if Rachel was at least following that part of their plan and not moving ahead of schedule again.

“Maybe you’d like to join her?” Rachel pondered more than asked. “Your bottom could always stand to be a shade of red.”

“Twenty!” Fara couldn’t help but yell out the last hit. It didn’t really hurt all that much, it was the humiliation, the sheer dominance of the act that was affecting her, and causing some tears to form in her eyes.

“You did very good baby,” Rachel cuddled and cooed Fara sweetly. “Very good. Mommy is so proud of her little one.” Fara sighed and fell limp into Rachel eating up all the affection. Being put in her place like that and then immediately coddled and congratulated was having the intended effect on her. Sarah eyed with a touch of envy. She knew that feeling all too well it had become very familiar to her during her time with Rachel. “At the very least it seems a little unfair that the baby has to wear diapers all the time and you don’t have anything.” Sarah looked at Rachel with a mixture of confusion and lust. A unique look that few other people could give her. “I think maybe you need to be put back in your chastity belt. That’s only fair right. Baby has her diapers to help her be a good girl, the pet should also having something appropriate to make her be a good girl. Don’t you think?” Rachel spoke as she patted Fara on her back. Fara was out of it. Leaning over Rachel’s shoulder in a daze.

“Yes ma’am,” Sarah responded with a hint of angry hesitation. She wasn’t the biggest fan of her chastity belt, and Rachel knew it, thought that wouldn’t do anything to deter her from using it. In fact it was Sarah’s angry rebellion at the object that was so fun for Rachel to snuff out.

“Good pet,” Rachel said with a coy smile. “Get the baby’s high chair set up, and make plates for her and me. You can eat your food out of your pet bowl tonight.”

“Yes mistress,” Sarah said quickly and got to work. It was a fairly time consuming set of tasks as Rachel demanded proper table setting for both her and Fara, mostly to eat up time for Sarah. For if her task wasn’t finished by the time Rachel entered the room she would be getting punished. Sarah was motivated to hurry, and she had become quick in her movements. She was spared any punishment this time, as Rachel slowly and deliberately entered the dining area holding the still dazed, but freshly changed, Fara’s hands just as Sarah had set a full plate on the small table off to one side of the kitchen.

“Good job pet,” Rachel congratulated as she placed Fara into her high chair and scooted it close to her spot at the table. Sarah stood nearby with her hands behind her back. “You may eat,” Rachel said with a nod.

“Thank you mistress,” Sarah quickly moved to the pet bowl situated next to the table that she had haphazardly filled with the same bits of food that was so neatly prepared on Rachel and Sarah’s plate. She messily dug into her food while Rachel elegantly swapped between eating her own food and feeding Fara a bite. Sarah would finish first, and then Rachel would have her feed the rest of Fara’s food to her while she finished her own food. It was nice watching her two subs subtly play at who was higher on the pecking order while she ate. Though Fara was so out of it from her spanking that she would probably be fairly submissive, even to Sarah.

Rachel smiled as she ate a bite. She was taking it all in. This was perfect. Her baby, her pet, both totally loyal and submissive. Relishing in their roles as her playthings, heeding her every whim and begging for her approval. Even with classes starting back and their time together being shortened, just the idea that her will was enough to make one girl wear diapers, and another wear a chastity belt to their classes all because she willed it. It was an intoxicating thought, and she almost couldn’t believe it was her life. She was looking forward to the progress they would all make together.