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Ana thought about it and agreed that a hundred lines would work but to make sure the girl got few swats on her padded bottom would do well the show and leave that Camilla means business. "Now I know Madison and my little Alice are going to be Emily's Big Sisters and that means that they're going to have to take on a big roll, it's going to be a pretty big change for Alice finally getting to be a big sister and even for Madison even though she's done well in being Alice's big sister Emily's a whole new game, so do you think she is prepared to take on a more disciplinary role if necessary?"

Maddison fell asleep and snored a little; she was happy to have a baby in the house to spoil and care for, and above all, she was happy to see her mother so overjoyed about it. ================================== Camilla knew there was truth to what Ana had said about the baby testing limits and seeing just how far Camilla’s discipline would go—and that, in a sense, she was testing Maddison too; she even remarked on it. "I’ve read about this—how could I have been so silly? But Emilly is testing Maddison, too." Camilla thought about the "welcome spanking" and said, "I don't know... I’m already going to punish her by making her write 'babies don't drink coffee' 100 times. What do you think?" Camilla had been thinking about saving the punishment for a major tantrum, but she wasn't ruling out the idea of giving her a few swats right then and there.

The impetus for the comment was legitimate enough, in retrospect. I'm sure this joke has been made here before, and I may even have made it myself at some point, but I'm pretty sure it was fresh material, for my daughter, who seems to be taking after her mother, in terms of her ability to deliver a one-liner with no preparation.  I'd spent the day in my office, up to my neck in spreadsheets and quotes and budgets, when my wife texted that dinner was about ready. I'd had some meetings with teams that included both our staff, and clients, so I dressed a little better than normal, moving from a golf shirt to a dress shirt. Well, above the level of my desk; below that, I had a pair of shorts on, however our latitude is gradually bleeding the sun's loving energy off into space, in greater quantities than it used to, which is moving the thermometer inexorably towards a point in the not too distant future, where water will be a solid, in its natural state. So, I went into the house, and decided to swap my shorts for a pair of comfy track pants, if you can call them that, because the term "track" suggests that they were designed for some kind of athletic endeavour, and these pants have never seen that, nor would they want to - they have deep pockets, a soft fleece-like material, and cuffs, rather than elastics, at the ankles. They are "relaxing pants". They're a bit form-fitting, although that's not usually an issue, however I am wearing a Rearz/InControl Mega Inspire+, and no diaper with the term "Mega" appearing in the name, was ever designed with discretion as its chief attribute, even starting out, let alone well into its day.  I doffed my cargo shorts for the relaxing pants, however I was hungry and tired and being lazy, so I left my shirt on, untucked. I waddled down in my amply-puffy giant nappy, although true to the Mega-ed ethos, this thing has miles of range left in it - I woke up dry in it, and it will hit the bin, just before I go to bed tonight, which will be about 16 hours of service. My hat is off to you, Mega diaper. Thank you for keeping my chair dry.  I appeared in the kitchen, and walked over to the table, asking if anyone else wanted a beverage - I intended to pour myself something non-alcoholic. It had been a fairly ethanol-soaked weekend, and tomorrow is often a light-duty pub night, so my liver deserves one night off. It might get a couple of more, before the long weekend, when all bets are off, at least in the evenings.  My daughter paused midway through grinding pepper onto her pasta.  "Hey, there, Boss Baby... Tell me that I'm wrong. Business up top, baby at the bottom!"  My wife guffawed, and I had to emit a wry chuckle. She had coopted the phrase sometimes applied to that most maligned of haircuts, the mullet, business up front, party in the back, to admirable effect.  I was in no position to mount an argument; I was very clearly wearing both a business shirt, and a fairly serious diaper, under pajama-esq trousers. I gave her a nod, filled our glasses with gasified water, and sat down to eat my dinner, to a muted plasticky crunch, as I settled in my chair.   

Nichole’s Worst First Day By TerranV     “Are you sure Grandma can’t watch me?” Nichole asked as she picked at the remains of her breakfast with a pink plastic fork. "I told you no, Nikki,” sighed Amber before she took another sip of her morning coffee. “Now finish eating so we can get going. Or do you need Mommy to feed you? Nichole groaned and shoveled the last bit of scrambled eggs into her mouth. It was a longshot and while not the most unpleasant person to be around—they both agreed Amber’s mother was best in short doses—she’d still be a preferable alternative.  When finished, Amber quickly cleaned Nichole's face and hands with a wipe and then released her from the highchair. After placing the smaller woman on the floor she made double sure no food got on Nichole’s purple dress or in her long braided pigtails. Amber wore a grey business suit and pencil skirt that managed to show off her full figure. Her dark hair was done up in a bun but the single lock that she kept dyed pink was still prominently visible. It was a stark contrast to her usual attire. Having worked from home for the majority of their time together, Amber typically dressed down. Nichole was adopted three years ago after what started as a wild night out drinking. It was certainly a risk for a Little to go to a bar filled with Amazons, but she was a regular there. Not that saved her when that drink spilled in her lap. Or when the girl who she spent the night flirting with shouted ‘Oh my god, did you pee your pants?!’  The traitor bitch. Nichole would never forget her for it.  Admittedly, she was so drunk that night she couldn't really remember the rest. She didn’t even know if Amber was the first Amazon to grab her—just that she was the one who’s house she woke up in hungover and diapered.  Nichole had long accepted her adoption. Amazons will be Amazons and Amber treated her well, all things considered. And it's not like Nichole had anyone else in her life. Her actual parents wound up adopted themselves on the way home from helping her move into a new apartment. Any extended family she had blamed her for what happened and wanted nothing to do with her after that. Goddess forbid a girl want to move out at twenty-five.  Soon enough Amber had Nichole loaded into the car and they were on the road. Nichole nervously fidgeted in her car seat and sucked on her pacifier. After three years of them, the crinkle of her diaper barely registered to her ears.  “I know the first day of school can be scary,” said Amber from the front seat in an attempt to reassure her. “But I think you’ll have fun.”  Nicole spit the pacifier out and rolled her eyes. “Let’s call it what it is, Mother. Call it daycare.” Daycare was its own terrible crapshoot. It could range from getting tortured into a compliant doll at an etiquette school to getting manhandled by unfeeling robots to getting bullied by actual Amazon babies who are probably bigger and stronger than you. Or maybe you’ll just end up bored to death alongside other captive Little at various levels of mindfucked. Up to this point Nichole managed to avoid it. Amber primarily worked from home. However, a recent promotion meant that she would be required to go into the office more and have important meetings with important clients and potential clients. It also meant that Nichole couldn’t stay with her all day.  “Smothering me with a pillow would probably be more cost effective.” “NICHOLE!” Shrieked Amber, “Don’t talk like that! Ever! Paci in for the rest of the drive. Now.” Nichole obeyed as she slumped in her carseat and gazed out the window. “I get that this is a big change,” Amber’s voice softened. “But it's happening so we’re both gonna have to deal. I looked into this place and I think you’ll have fun. They just accept other Littles there. So please try for me.” That didn't exactly reassure her. A place that catered only to Littles was less likely to hold itself to the same standards of care when it came to abuse as a place that also took in actual children. Amazons might treat them like babies when it suited them but deep down they knew they really weren’t.  Eventually they pulled into a parking lot and Nichole got a glimpse of the sign: the words Little Treasures was written above an open treasure chest filled with gems of various colors. The building’s bricks were painted pink and behind a connected white vinyl fence she could see the tops of the playground equipment. Once parked, Amber came around and unbuckled Nichole from her seat and simultaneously placed her on her hip and swung Nichole’s diaper bag onto the opposite shoulder. “C’mon baby girl,” she cooed. “Let's get you checked in.” Amber carried her through the front doors and up to the receptionist at the front desk.  “Good morning!” said Amber. “I have a check in for Nichole Nash.” The receptionist typed her name into her computer.” Ah, here we go! She’s in the Ruby Class! First door on the left.” “Thank you!” The door to the room was painted deep red and above “Rubies” written in big cartoony letters was the image of a little boy and girl running and holding hands. The heavy door must have been soundproof because as soon as it was opened they were hit with a cacophony of sounds. Upon entering Nichole could see that the room had more than earned its name. While the half of the room near the entrance was white tile with low kiddie tables arranged in a row, The rest was covered in a red carpet. Any part of the walls that wasn’t covered in childish crayon drawings and shelves of toys had red gemstone designs painted along it.  Nichole cringed at the sight of it. ‘This is too much red.’  “Morning!” said an approaching Amazon woman with a tablet in hand. “I’m Miss Brenda and you must be Miss Nash and Little Miss Nichole.” “Yep,” responded Amber as she handed the diaper bag over to the woman. “This is my Nikki.” “And how is the baby girl this morning?” Cooed Branda as she turned to the Little woman.  Nikki couldn’t bring herself to fake even the barest amount of enthusiasm and just gave a curt, “Fine.” “Awwww do we have a grouchy little girl this morning?" "Yeah she’s not too thrilled about no longer being able to stay with her mommy all day long,” said Amber apologetically.  Brenda faked a frown and then gave a small giggle, “You know with that expression and that hair, she looks like she’s trying to do a Wendy Abramms impression. Move over Cassandra Richmond.” That earned a chuckle from Amber and a scowl from Nichole. “I’d introduce you to my aid, Melissa but she’s on diaper duty right now.” She gestured her hand over to a younger woman at a changing table tending to the diaper of another Little.  “Alright sweetie,” said Amber as she turned Nichole to face her. “Give mommy a hug goodbye.”  Their hug lingered a bit longer than usual with neither really wanting to leave the other. Finally she planted one last peck on Nichole’s cheek, put her down facing the play area and gave a small pat onto Nichole’s padded bottom to move her a long. Taking the hint, Nikki walked over to the play area unsure of what to actually do. The other Littles looked to be either chatting amongst themselves in whatever cliques have already been formed or playing by themselves. As the new girl, she suddenly felt awkward.  “Nervous, sweetie?” came a voice to her left. She turned to see Melissa, the other Amazon in charge of this class. On her hips was the Little man she just finished changing.  Nichole sighed, “I guess… kinda.” “Oscar,” she said to the man in her arms, “Do you wanna help our new friend feel welcomed?” Oscar rolled his eyes, “Yeah sure.”  Melissa placed him on the carpet and walked off to whatever her other duties were at the time.  “Alright newbie-” “Nichole,” she interrupted. “Nichole,” he began again. “Welcome to the Ruby Class.” He gave an overly dramatic bow before pointing around the room. “The blocks are over there, the coloring corner is there. That's the bookshelf but be warned you’ll be hard pressed to find anything that hasn’t been drooled on by Arthur over there.” She looked where he was pointing to see another guy in just a tee shirt and diaper with the corner of a book in his mouth. “Oh and that door leads to the bathroom,” Oscar pointed to a door on the other side of the room. “But I’m gonna guess you’re unlikely to need it.” Nichole noticed his eyes fall to the diaper poking out from under the hem of her dress before shooting back up to hers and tuning to walk away.  “Is that it?” “Yeah,” he said from over his shoulder. “Unless you wanna color with me.” Having nothing else she’d rather be doing she decided to join him. They didn’t talk any further but Nichole didn’t mind. Burying herself in a coloring book gave her a few moments to forget where she was. At least until she heard a voice she could never forget. “Hi Mary!” It came from a group of Littles on the other side of the room. A newcomer had joined them. Her blonde hair may have been styled into curls this time—with a big pink bow to match her skirtalls—but Nichole could never forget her face or voice.  Oscar caught her staring. “Oh that's Trixie—hey where are you going?” Nichole was already on her feet and approaching the new girl. Except she wasn’t new. Not to Nichole.  Trixie notices Nichole’s approach and after a beat her eyes went wide with recognition. “Little Whisky Girl-”   *WHAM*   Nichole couldn’t recall deciding to throw the punch, only the satisfying tremor from the impact that ran from fist to shoulder. The only thing that could have made it better would have been knocking out a tooth.  She wouldn’t get a chance to try again as both Amazons were upon them in moments. Brenda had grabbed her wrist as Nichole pulled back to throw another punch and lifted her off the ground as Melissa tended to a shocked and confused Trixie. The other Littles in the room had formed a semicircle to gawk at the altercation. Nichole heard Brenda say something to her as she struggled in the larger woman’s arms, but couldn’t make it out over her own shouting. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU DAMN C-MMMMMPPPHHH!” Her rant was cut short by the inflating pacifier bulb that was shoved in her mouth.  “Melissa,” sighed an exasperated Brenda. “Keep an eye on things here for a sec. I’m gonna go see if Jenna has any spare room for our little Rhonda Nunes to cool off.”    ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************   If the Ruby Class was too much red, then the Emerald Class was too much green. There also wasn’t much of a play area. Just rows of cribs, high chairs and well-stocked changing tables. Most of the cribs were filled with sleeping or squirming Littles. Nichole found herself in one such crib. Completely bound by a pink straight jacket. Brenda had brought her here for a time out after, of course, a lengthy lecture about keeping her hands to herself and how her behavior was unacceptable. That was several hours ago. She wasn’t the only restrained Little in the room from what she could tell, but unlike them she didn’t bother fighting her restraints. She knew that if an Amazon wanted a Little to stay put then that Little was going to stay put. She also didn’t want to risk spreading the uncomfortable mess that had accumulated in her now well used diaper. And since the teachers in charge of this room mostly ignored her in favor of attending to their typical charges, Nichole figured she wasn’t getting out of it anytime soon. She tried to sleep her sentence away but was too agitated to relax and fall asleep. So instead she had no real options other than to stare at the clock on the wall and sit and stew and fume. ‘Of all the daycares in the city Mommy could have picked, she picked the one that bitch goes to.’ And sure, punching her might not have been the smartest move but it felt so good in the moment. The world was hard enough having to contend with the baby obsessed giants running it. Littles shouldn’t be turning on each other to save their own skins.  As she sat there and waited, her thoughts wandered to what her mommy would say. How pissed off she was gonna be. Amber could be a bit of a lightweight when it came to discipline but Nichole never pushed boundaries like this.  After several excruciatingly boring hours, Brenda finally returned. She looked down from over the crib rails and said “Well little girl, I hope you've taken this time to think about your actions.”  Nichole could only sigh into the pacifier.  “It's about lunch time so let's get you changed and then we can get some food in your tummy.” She freed her from the straight jacked. “You’re lucky it's only your first day and that your mommy said we couldn’t spank you. Or else you’d have been sitting there with a very red bottom as well.”  ‘Lucky me…’ “Speaking of which, I called your mommy,” said Brenda as she carried Nichole to an open changing table and laid her down. “And she was not happy with your behavior.” ‘Oh ya think?’ thought Nichole as Brenda fastened the chest strap over her to hold her down to the table.  “We both agreed that it would be best if you apologized to poor Beatrice for what you did.” Nichole glared at her. ‘Apologize? To her?’ “Is that a no?” Asked Brenda as she pulled on some rubber gloves and hiked up Nichole’s dress. “Hmmm then I might need to have another chat with your mommy about your classroom placement here.” She began to tear open the tapes on her diaper. “Perhaps you’d be a better fit as a crawler in the Sapphire Class. Or maybe here in Emerald.”  Nichole’s eyes went wide at the suggestion and would have bolted up if she hadn't been strapped down. Would Amber actually agree to reducing her to a crawler or worse—a newborn? She didn’t think it would actually happen but just hearing the threat sent a chill down her spine. “If you don’t want that then you know what you have to do, right?” “Ffmmnn,” muttered Nichole. “What was that sweetie?” Brenda deflated and pulled out the pacifier.  “Fine! I’ll apologize, okay?”  “Good girl.” Brenda reinserted the pacifier and proceeded to open the diaper. “Peeee-eeeew, this was an icky one, huh?” Nichole just stared at the ceiling and nursed her pacifier as Brenda went to work tackling the mess on her butt and groin. When she finished taping Nichole into the new diaper, the chest strap was undone and she placed Nichole on her hip.  “Now let's go apologize to Beatrice then after that lunch and naptime.” Brenda carried Nichole back into the hallway and then back to the Ruby Class. Upon entering Melissa approached. “Is someone ready to say they’re sorry?” She was looking at Nichole as she asked but the question was clearly for her colleague. “I think so.” “Trixie! Over here, sweetie,” called Melissa into a group of chatting Littles. Beatrice waddled forward. Nichole saw that there was a bruise upon her left cheek that looked to have had some ointment slathered on it. She also noticed that the rest of the class followed, giving them a small audience. The Amazons didn’t seem to mind. They probably liked the idea of making an example of an unruly Little. “Nikki has something to say to you,” said Brenda as she placed Nichole down on her own two feet. “Go on, baby girl.” Nichole felt her right arm tremble with the urge to go for another shat at a tooth. She clutched it with her left to steady it. Beatrice must have noticed because she winced ever so slightly. “I-,” she began. “I’m-” Nichole glanced at the crowd of Littles that had come to bear witness. The Amazons were one thing—embarrasing Littles was just something they liked to do. But to have her peers be forced to join in was twisting the knife. “I’msorryforhittingyou,” she quickly muttered. “Speak up Nikki,” said Brenda. “So we can all hear you.” Nichole’s face scrunched up as she choked back bile and tears stung her eyes.    “I’M SORRY I HIT YOU!”   Nicholes was full-on crying now, having not felt so humiliated in years. Brenda crouched down to give her a hug and wipe away her tears.  “What do you think, Trixie?” Asked Melissa as she crouched down to their level. “Apology accepted,” responded Beatrice.  “Good girl.” “Well now that's dealt with,” said  Brenda as she began standing up. “Lunchtime!” The class was ushered over to the row of colorful kiddie tables. Nichole grabbed the first open seat and sat quietly as a cart was rolled into the room. Plastic plates loaded with chicken nuggets and ketchup were passed out alongside bottles and Nichole saw that hers had her name scrawled in Amber’s hand-writing. She gave it a tentative suckle and was pleased to find that my mommy sent along some of her own milk with her. As much as she would hate to admit it, nothing beat the taste of Amazon breast milk. ‘At least I’ll sleep well during my nap.’ As she ate and drank she saw that at the table on the opposite end of the row Beatrice was having a lively conversation amongst those sitting around her. She could just make out one of them asking how her cheek felt and another if they could arrange a playdate with her. She also saw that the closest of her classmates sat a few seats down and seemed to not once even look in her direction. None of them did.  ‘So she’s the popular girl and I’m the uncool new girl?’ By the time she finished eating she was already starting to feel drowsy. As Melissa went along wiping off everyone’s hands and faces, Brenda was setting up nap mats and blankets upon the carpet.  “Alright Little ones, it's naptime!” As Nichole picked a mat, she saw that everyone else went to their cubbies and grabbed a stuffie out of them. It made her wish she remembered to bring her favorite stuffie, a hyena she named Hannah. Like with the seating at lunch, she noticed that all the other Littles tried to give her a wide berth with picking spots to nap. Thankfully the milk did its usual job of knocking her out and she was soon asleep before giving it much thought.   ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************   Nichole awoke to find herself on the changing table being lowered onto a fresh diaper by Melissa. The milk had done its other job as well. After she was taped up and the rest of the class was changed as well, they were made to line up and were escorted out into the hallway and then out into the playground.  As the others ran off to enjoy the playground equipment, the teachers went and took a seat on the bench to observe. She saw Oscar and another of her other classmates using the swings and chatting. Not having had much of a chance to get to know anyone else, she figured it was as good a distraction as any. “Um hey,” she said nervously as she walked up to them. “Mind if I-” “Go ahead,” he interrupted. “We’re gonna go use the slide.”  With that, Oscar and his friend left to wait in line at the slide. Nichole got the hint and let out a long sigh as she sat in one of the now empty swings. She didn’t really try to swing much and instead just stared at her shoes as they dangled above the mulch. More than ever she was certain that everyone else was… “They’re avoiding you,” said a voice that immediately irritated her. Nichole looked up to see Beatrice standing by the swing next to hers. “Mind if I join you?” “Tch, what do you want?” She felt her grip on the swing’s chains tighten. “To talk. And if you’re thinking of taking another swing at me, the Bigs are watching us right now.” Nichole glanced over to the bench and sure enough, Brenda and Melissa were staring straight at the two of them. “Ffffiiiine,” she acquiesced through gritted teeth.  “Thanks,” said Beatrice as she hopped up on the swing and started pumping her legs.  “So what? Is everyone mad that I slugged the ‘Little Miss Popular’?” “Well that's part of it,” Beatrice said with a chuckle.”Mostly it’s that you pissed off the Big and everyone is worried about getting associated with a troublemaker and knocked down to Sapphire or Emerald Class with you.” ‘No solidarity anywhere’ she thought bitterly. “I get why you did it though,” Beatrice continued. “It was about what happened at the bar.” “OH, YOU MEAN WHEN YOU FU-” Nichole lowered her voice when she remembered they were being watched. “When you fucked me over?” “Nichole you were fucked the moment you spilled that drink on yourself. When that happened every Amazon in the bar had their eyes on us. So I made sure they were only on you.” “You threw me under the bus to save yourself!” “Yeah, I did,” admitted Beatrice as she brought herself to a stop. “Can you say you wouldn’t have done the same?” Nichole opened her mouth to rebut, then quickly closed it and looked away. No, she couldn’t honestly say she wouldn’t have done the same.  Beatrice sighed, “For what it's worth, I’m sorry. Sorry it had to be that way. It’s unfair bullshit. It's not like it did me much good in the long run.” ‘She’s right about that part.’ “So why don’t we call it even? You got to punch me in the face for what I did and we’re both adopted. I’ll even tell everyone to cut you some slack and stop avoiding you.” Nichole almost told her to fuck off, but realized how pointless it was. Staying angry was just exhausting and seeking further retribution would just cause more trouble for herself. “Okay, fine,” she sighed. “B-but this doesn’t make us friends so just stay away from me as much as possible.” “Alright, Little Whiskey-” “And don’t call me that. Ever.” Beatrice smiled and hopped off the swing. “Sure thing, Nichole.” After that conversation, the rest of the day wasn’t so terrible, Beatrice kept her distance but also seemed to have kept her word in making sure Nichole wasn’t treated as a total pariah for the rest of the day. She was actually starting to see how this place could be tolerable. That is until it was time for her mommy to pick her up. When Melissa picked her up to hand her over, Amber was already having a discussion with Brenda regarding her behavior. “-she showed improvement after lunch so I’m certain she learned her lesson.” As Amber took Nichole into her arms she could see the anger and disappointment in her eyes. The latter somehow being the worse of the two. But at least she was heading home. She’d endure whatever punishment Amber had planned and put the day behind her.  “Has little Trixie been picked up yet?” Amber asked Brenda. “No,” Brenda glanced at her tablet. “But it shouldn’t be much longer.” “I’d like to wait and speak with her if that's not too much of a bother.”  “Oh, absolutely!” “WHAT!” Exclaimed Nichole, earning her pacifier shoved into her mouth. Amber took a seat near the door. “Your behavior is ultimately my responsibility. It’s only right that I apologize to her mother as well. And I had such a nice day otherwise.” Nichole looked up at her mommy’s face and saw that she looked… wistful? ‘What's up with her now?’ Nichole groaned and leaned back in her mommy’s chest, preparing herself for one last round of humiliation. It wasn’t long before an Amazon woman on her cell phone burst through the door. She looked to be roughly Amber's age. Which is to say, only a few years older than Nichole herself. She was a beautiful blonde woman with impeccable makeup and dressed in a very expensive looking designer business suit.  “-Jonathan I’ll have to call you back, I’m picking up my daughter.” As she hung up and put the phone away in her purse, she called out, “Trixie! I’m here!” “No… why’d it have to be her?” Nichole heard Amber whisper to herself. She could actually feel her mommy trembling. As soon as Beatrice ran up, her mommy was on one knee examining her daughter’s face. “Are you alright, dear?” She asked desperately before looking around the room. “Who was it?” “Ahem.” Amber stood as she got the other Amazon’s attention. “Miss Nash! I’m seeing you for a second time today!” Her eyes went wide before her whole face fell. “Don’t tell me-” “I’m so sorry Miss Valentine!” Amber quickly blurted the words out. “I don't know what got into her, but my daughter’s sorry too.” Amber pulled out the pacifier. “Tell her, Nikki!” Nichole’s eyes met the woman’s gaze and she couldn’t help but feel intimidated by her. Moreso that she usually would be by an upset Amazon. She could see what had her mommy so shaken. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my hands myself.” Nichole hoped she sounded sufficiently contrite. “She said sorry to me earlier, Mama,” piped up Beatrice. I forgave her.” Miss Valentine quietly regarded the two of them before finally giving a small smile. “Then… I guess I can forgive her too.” Amber’s relief was palpable. ‘Okay done, let's go.’ “After all,” Miss Valentine went on. “Littles will be Littles. That’s why they need us, right Amber.” “O-oh! Y-yes!” Amber nervously stammered. “I agree, Miss Valentine.” Nichole looked up and saw that Amber was turning red. ’Is she… blushing?’ 'No fucking way...' “I think we can put this matter behind us.” Miss Valentine’s face broke into an even bigger smile. “But if you would like to make it up to me we could always discuss it over another lunch meeting. Or perhaps dinner?” “Absolutely!” Amber exuberantly responded. “Thank you, Miss Valentine.” “Amber please, call me Cynthia.” Nichole watched as her mommy’s face broke into the stupidest of grins. Her blood went cold as she turned to look at Beatrice sitting in her mommy’s arms. The other Little only shrugged her shoulders and mouthed “sorry.” Amber would regret not putting the pacifier back in her daughter's mouth. If she had it might have silenced the next word that came out of it: “FUCK!!!”

As Madison was reading she actually started to feel a little bit sleepy she didn't know if it was because she had a new sister or the milk she had, but eventually Madison laid down on her pillow and closed her eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I suspect that paddle you got for Emily is definitely going to be used, but Emily is more than likely going to accept being a baby a lot quicker than Alice did as she did choose this, she just needs someone to be the one in charge as now she's just testing the waters to see how much she can get away with. Do you want me to be the one to give her, her first welcome home spanking when her nap is done or do you want to do it?" Ana asked before she started to eat her meal.