Little Ms. Bishop, Part 2 (Patreon)

 [A friendly note from QH: Normally, next week is the Tier 3 story week - and it still is. But I was feeling generous today and decided to give you a bonus chapter this week, with Chapter 3 coming next week. Enjoy!]

Maggie had actually done this once before. Never to a child, though the father of one of the children she had watched - a naughty man in the bedroom who liked being paddled while he wore his wife’s panties. She assumed that she had done a pretty good job, given how often after he’d ask her for a repeat performance. If only you could see me now, Mr. Henshaw.

She struck Amanda’s bottom quickly and without any further deliberation. Her open hand resonated with a perfectly crisp “SLAP” on Amanda’s right cheek, followed by Amanda’s “Augh!” She wound up again and brought her hand down, concentrating on her left cheek now. “SLAP” Again, Amanda cried out in pain, though it sounded a little more like a moan this time.

“You need…” SLAP “...to be nicer…” SLAP “...to the nanny.” SLAP “Do you…” SLAP “...understand?” SLAP

“Y-yes…”

“I trust…” SLAP “...you’re going…” SLAP “...to be…” SLAP “...a good girl…” SLAP “...now?”

“I will...yes…”

Maggie stopped herself from slapping Amanda’s bottom again, as much as she wanted to carry on like this for another hour. Instead, she began to rub her red ass slowly and gently. Amanda moaned again a little.

“It’s safe to say you like this, yes?”

“Y-yes...apparently.”

“Should I...add this to my list of responsibilities?”

“You can have a raise if you want. If you...can keep this up.”

“This?”

“Please...don’t make me beg for it.”

Maggie continued rubbing Amanda’s bottom as she lay over her knees. A smile formed on her face. Did she want to see her beg? She might. She would think about that.

Maggie’s hand accidentally found its way between Amanda’s legs, just for a brief moment. Long enough to feel that Amanda had become very wet. Feeling Maggie’s hand brush against her there, Amanda moaned again.

“Just tell me what you want. You don’t have to beg today.”

“I just...haven’t felt this way in so long. I needed to feel powerless and small.”

“So you want to be a baby?”

“I mean...I can’t just be a baby…”

“Do you want me to treat you like a baby?” Maggie’s hand brushed between Amanda’s legs again, this time on purpose.

Amanda moaned softly again, her body wiggling a little, clearly wanting more. “I...I think I do. Yes. Please. I want that.”

“Can you reach your bottle?”

“Y-yes…”

“Why don’t you be a good baby and drink your bottle?”

Amanda grabbed her bottle from the floor and held it up to her mouth with both hands as she continued to dangle over Maggie’s lap. Maggie, meanwhile, continued to rub Amanda’s rear, though she was going slower now, and in more deliberate motions that brought her hand between Amanda’s legs more frequently.

The result was a surprisingly adorable sequence of suckling noises, broken up with soft moans and groans. Maggie became more bold, almost entirely concentrating on Amanda’s pussy. Maggie wondered if ‘pussy’ didn’t seem to mature a term for someone sucking on a baby bottle. She made a note to think of something better later.

The moans were getting more frequent, and the sucking on the nipple was getting more intense. In the chorus of noise, deep breaths had been added to the mix.

“Uhm...uhm…”

“Keep sucking on the bottle, baby.”

“Uhm gumma...,” Amanda said, the nipple still firmly planted in her mouth.

“Are you now?”

“Uhm...gumming…” The lovely song that Amanda had been making with her infantile suckling and moaning came to an end with a gurgling noise.

Maggie gave Amanda a minute or two to recover before slowly pulling her from her lap and sitting her next to her on the couch again. Amanda’s hair was a mess. Milk covered her lips and dripped down her chin.

Neither of them said anything immediately. For Amanda, she couldn’t believe that she had let all of this happen to her, so quickly and with little resistance. For Maggie, she couldn’t believe it went where it did. In a matter of moments, this had all seemed to spiral out of control.

“I...I have work to do,” Amanda said finally.

“Yes, of course.” 

Maggie instinctively wiped the milk from Amanda’s face with her sleeve, as she would’ve done with Sophia. Realizing what she was doing, Maggie pulled her arm back and got off the couch, straightening out her clothes and preparing herself to go check on the actual baby upstairs. She reached for the baby bottle, still half full of milk.

“N-no,”  Amanda said, holding out a hand to stop her. “You can leave that here. I’ll bring it to the kitchen myself later.”

“Of course. I’ll...leave you to get back to work.”

“Thank you.”

Maggie had made it to the door and was almost out of the office when Amanda called out to her again.

“Maggie?”

“Yes, Ms. Bishop?”

“I’m sorry that I’m such a pain sometimes. You’re doing a good job with Sophia and our home. I...you…” she was searching for the right words. “I...wasn’t kidding before. I want this...whatever that was a few minutes ago. I want more of that. And you can say no. But if there’s anything that I can provide to you that will make that more of a possibility, I want you to tell me.”

“That won’t be necessary, Ms. Bishop. I’m in.”

[Another friendly note from QH: I'll be posting the first chapter publicly today, in addition to making it available to patrons at lower tiers. While the Tier 2 patrons may get the full story a few months after its completion, I'm only providing the 1st chapter to non-patrons. If you have any questions about this, let me know.]