Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Addison
Interesting.
Her Little girl had visibly panicked at the idea of letting Addison pick out her clothes. Was it Addison specifically, or giving someone else that kind of control she was balking at?
Something to ask her about, certainly. For now, she had a Little girl to dress again, and the excitement was already zipping through her veins as she pulled open the top drawer.
Meticulous, as she’d expected. Every pair of underwear was perfectly folded, alongside multiple varieties of tights she’d never actually seen Kylie wearing.
While she’d worn the thick white tights as part of her uniform, there were plenty of others in the mix with various different designs, even some with glittery threads running through them that tugged at the “Mommy” inside Addison.
And, really, it was still cool enough in early March to justify the extra layers, so…
She chose a pair of white and black tights after realizing that the black half of the design on each leg was actually a cat. With the tights she paired a sparkly black tutu, but she still needed a shirt.
Kneeling in front of the dresser, she opened the bottom drawer and began carefully shifting through the perfectly folded shirts.
And then she found it, at the bottom of the drawer, a white t-shirt with Mommy printed in a bold, glittery font on the front.
Pulling the shirt free, she held it up—and paused.
Not a t-shirt. A onesie.
Well, well. Her Little girl was just full of surprises, wasn’t she?
“I’m ba—What are you doing?”
Laying the onesie on top of the other clothes she’d selected, Addison rocked back on her heels and rose to her feet, turning to face her frowning Little boy. “Picking out Kylie’s clothes for the day.”
Daniel’s eyes went almost comically round. “She let you pick out her clothes?”
“Yes. Though she did seem somewhat… unnerved by the request.”
“Yeah, I bet. She picks out all her outfits for the week on Sunday night. I’m surprised she let you change the plan.”
Setting the clothes on the bed, Addison sat and crooked her finger, gesturing for him to come to her. He looked adorable, as always, in one of his infamous graphic tees, baggy jeans, and his beat up Converse sneakers.
And he looked even more adorable now, with his cheeks flushed pink as he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Does Kylie often struggle to adapt to changes in her routine?” she asked as she reached for the button on his jeans.
“Always. It’s easier if it’s her idea, but… Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Um, why are you taking my jeans off?”
Chuckling, she took his hand and guided him down across her knees. “Because, silly boy, naughty boys always get spanked on their bare bottoms.”
“Spanked?”
“Mmm, yes.” Unlike that first spanking she’d given him, now she took her time, running her trimmed nails over his bare bottom, admiring the little bumps that popped up along his skin. “You and your sister were very naughty, not setting an alarm so you could be up on time for your Mommy.”
A soft whine slipped from him before he seemingly caught himself and smothered it. “But we didn’t mean to be naughty!”
Oh, how sweet was he? Even when she’d spanked him that first time he hadn’t sounded quite so Little as he did now. “I know, baby, which is why this is more of a reminder spanking than a punishment. So the next time Mommy says to be ready by nine, you’ll set an alarm and be up on time, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mommy,” he said with an adorably resigned sigh.
“Good boy.” Raising her hand, she snapped it against his bottom with a bit more force than she’d used on Kylie. After all, he was “older” and much sturdier than her Little girl.
With every swat, she could feel his erection growing, pressing into the soft flesh of her thigh. God, she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, couldn’t wait to ride him, forcing him to hold off his orgasm until she allowed him to come.
Hopefully her Little ones behaved themselves today, so she could make those dreams a reality sooner rather than later.
By the time she finished spanking, his bottom was a gorgeous rose color. “Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy today, Daniel?”
“Yes, Mommy.” His voice was deeper, thicker than usual, and the sound brought a smile to her face.
“Good. Stand up and put your hands on your head.”
He did as he was told, his face an ever darker pink than his bottom had been when he stood. Grinning at the cock jutting out toward her, Addison wrapped a hand around the thick length. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to see this, babyboy.”
“R-really?”
“Mmhmm.” Keeping her gaze locked on his, she stroked the velvety skin of his shaft. “It really is a shame you and Kylie weren’t ready for me this morning. We could have had so much fun. But you were naughty, so now you’ll both have to wait.”
“What if we promise to never be naughty again?”
Still stroking him, she raised a brow. “And do you really think you’ll be able to keep that promise, baby?”
“Probably not.”
“Then you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” With more than a little reluctance, she released her hold on his cock. “Pull your jeans back up. Kylie should be done in the shower soon.”
As if on cue, the sound of running water cut off. And a few moments later, Kylie stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. She froze at the sight of them, her already pink cheeks turning pinker.
“Um. Hi, Mommy. Hi, Danny.”
“Come here, little dove.”
A shy smile curved her babygirl’s lips as Kylie crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Why do you call me that?”
“You remind me of a dove.” Pulling the towel free, Addison let her gaze roam over her babygirl’s stunningly curvy body. “Strong and bold and so fucking smart. But also a little delicate beneath the surface.”
“Oh.” Kylie’s response was breathless. “I’m not delicate.”
“I think you are. But that’s okay. You can trust Mommy to take care of you.”
Even as she said the words, unease twisted in her gut. Deanna had trusted her, and Addison had broken her. Shattered her Little girl with her demands and her dominance.
But she’d learned her lesson. She wouldn’t make that same mistake again.
Handing the towel off to Daniel, who was watching them both with such stark hunger in his eyes she nearly caved to her desire to hear them both screaming for Mommy while they came, Addison picked up the underwear she’d picked out for her Little girl.
Kylie’s cheeks went pink as she laid her hands on Addison’s shoulders for balance and stepped into the panties.
“On the weekends, Mommy will pick out your clothes for you. Both of you. And during the week, you will each ask permission every morning to wear underwear. If you’ve been good, Mommy will allow you to wear them. If you’ve been naughty, however, you will have to go without.”
“But I have to wear a skirt! I can’t go bare under a skirt!”
Addison raised a brow at her babygirl’s shrill tone. “Your uniform skirt is long enough to protect all your private parts when you sit down. And if you don’t want to go bare, then I suggest you follow Mommy’s rules.”
“You haven’t even given us the rules yet,” Kylie grumbled.
“Thank you for reminding me. Daniel, will you look in the front pocket of my purse, please? There’s a list for each of you.”
Daniel hurried over to pick up her purse, blushing adorably as he opened the front pocket and pulled out two pieces of paper.
“Thank you, sweet boy. Read them out loud while I finish getting our pretty girl dressed.”
Clearing his throat like a caller about to read from a royal decree, Daniel opened one of the papers.
“One: Always speak respectfully to Mommy and the other adults on the Ranch. Two: School and Ranch rules are to be followed at all times. If anyone on the Ranch has a reason to punish you, then you will receive a second punishment from Mommy as well.” Moving the paper down, he wrinkled his nose. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
As he read, Addison plucked the onesie she’d chosen from the pile. “It is entirely fair, little boy. You are mine, which means you will conduct yourselves accordingly. If you do not, you will answer to me. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy,” they chorused together.
“Good.”
But when Addison held up the onesie, Kylie balked, taking a step backward. “Oh, um, I don’t wear those in public.”
“Why not?”
Pink flooded her cheeks. “They’re too… Little.”
“Ah, I see. And you are such a very Big girl.”
The color in Kylie’s face deepened as she shifted from foot to foot. “I’m not that Little.”
“Hmm.” She could push, insist Kylie wear the onesie because Mommy had told her to. But she’d promised her babygirl she could veto any item she wasn’t comfortable with, and she intended to keep that promise.
Still, she wasn’t going to give in quite that easily. “Would it really be too much for you to wear it? Even with the skirt? If it is, you can tell me and I won’t be mad. But it would make me so very happy to see you in the outfit I picked out.”
“It’s okay, Ky,” Daniel offered encouragingly. “I bet you can’t even tell it’s a onesie once you put the skirt on.”
Nibbling at her bottom lip, Kylie glanced back and forth between them. “Can I change my mind if it’s too hard?”
“Always, baby.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
“That’s my good, brave girl.” Rising to her feet, Addison pulled the onesie down over Kylie’s head. “Keep reading, Daniel.”
“Oh, um, right. Three: Always be honest with Mommy. Four: No naughty words, even when you’re Big.
Aw, man.” Addison looked over at him and he immediately continued.
“Ah… Five: Always ask Mommy’s permission to leave the Ranch.
Six: Your pleasure belongs to Mommy. You may play together, but you are not allowed to come without Mommy’s permission.
Seven: At least one serving of vegetables with every meal, and only one sweet treat per day unless Mommy says otherwise. ”
“Define one sweet treat,” Kylie said as Addison helped her into her fluffy black skirt. “Like, technically one Hershey kiss could be defined as ‘one sweet treat’ but so could a whole brownie.”
“A single serving of your chosen sweet. Which means one scoop of ice cream from the ice cream bar, Kylie Anne.”
“But, Mommy.”
This was clearly going to be one of the rules her babygirl struggled with the most. “If you ask me politely, I’m willing to consider additional sweets on special occasions.
But you will ask first. Trust me when I tell you that I am not the person you want to play the ‘ask forgiveness rather than permission’ game with. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Kylie grumbled, her bottom lip puffing out in an adorable little pout.
“Good girl.” Cupping her Little girl’s face in her hands, Addison leaned in, brushing her lips over Kylie’s. “I know this is hard, but you’re being so very brave for me and I’m so proud of you, baby.”
“Really?” Pleasure lit Kylie’s eyes. “You’re proud of me?”
“Yes, baby. I’m so very proud of both of you. But there’s one more rule. Daniel?”
“Oh… Um. The last one says that when Mommy isn’t around, um, I’m in charge.” His voice rose to an uncertain squeak as he finished the sentence. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I am counting on you to set a good example for your sister. And that you will be responsible for reporting any naughty behavior to me, both your own and Kylie’s.”
Jaw firming, he shook his head. “I’m not a tattletale.”
“You aren’t tattling. You are being my Big, responsible boy.” Tilting her head to the side, she studied him, letting her gaze roam his face until he shifted uncomfortably in front of her. “Unless you’re too Little for so much responsibility?”
Perhaps it was cruel of her, but it was a delight to watch the struggle play out on his face. Her boy wanted so badly to be Big, at least bigger than Kylie, but he also wanted to protect her.
“It’s okay, Danny,” Kylie said softly. “You know I have a guilty conscience and I’ll probably tattle on myself anyway. It might even be easier to have someone else confess on my behalf.”
“Are you sure, Ky?”
“Super-duper sure.”
After another long hesitation, he nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Instinct honed over years of not just being a Domme but being a Domme at Rawhide Ranch told her that this rule was going to be a sticking point. Daniel clearly felt protective of Kylie, which really was incredibly sweet. But his desire to protect her was going to get them both in trouble.
And that was perfectly fine with her. Sooner or later, they’d come to understand what kind of woman they’d chosen for their Mommy.
She just hoped that when that time came, they didn’t regret it.