Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Beverly
That evening, Beverly looked around the room to make sure everything was ready before she went to track down Blake. Though, in reality, he would soon be celebrating his twenty-seventh birthday, in their world, Blake identified as her precious four-year old Little boy. He was taller than Beverly’s five-foot-six by a good four inches and yet he’d never once attempted to use his size or his superior physical strength to overpower her.
“Blake, it’s bathtime,” Bev called as she left her bedroom. Silence was all she heard as she walked down the hall.
Bev rapped her knuckle on the door where a sign had been posted reading “Dino Den”. Blake had drawn it himself in the Butterfly Room at the Ranch. She remembered the pride on his face as he told her how Master Gavin, his art teacher, had helped him look up pictures of all the dinosaurs so he’d get them just right on his sign. He had an incredible eye and his attention to detail had the behemoths he’d drawn looking as if they could step off his sign and join a herd of their kin . Of course, Blake’s might stand out a bit as she was pretty sure the giants that had disappeared millions of years ago had not been electric blue with multi-colored polka dots that reminded her of the sprinkles all the Littles loved to see on top of everything they ate. However, she’d kept that fact to herself. Instead, she’d added her compliments to those of his teacher and had taken Blake to the craft store to pick out a frame for his masterpiece.
Beverly gave the door a second rap and then opened it to find an empty room. She took the time to not only look into his closet, but to sweep her hand through the hangers to make sure he hadn’t hidden behind his clothes. His bed was in the shape of a spaceship but sat on top of built-in drawers, offering no hiding place beneath it. Satisfied that he wasn’t in his room, she exited and went to check in the second bath at the end of the hall. Within five minutes, Beverly had searched the entire house, calling his name in every room and still hadn’t found him.
It wasn’t until she looked out the window that she spotted him. He was sitting cross-legged on the platform at the top of his play structure. “Hey, pumpkin,” Bev called as she stepped out on the patio. When her greeting garnered no answer, she became concerned. “Blake?”
His head lifted and he looked surprised to see her walking toward him. “Oh, hi, Mommy.”
“Hi, yourself,” she said, his smile calming her concern. “What’s got you so thoughtful you didn’t hear me calling you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinkin’.”
“About what?”
His shoulders lifted and he sighed. “Nothin’.”
It didn’t appear to be nothing to her, and only added to her concern he might have caught some bug. If that were the case, he’d not be going back to school on Monday. Illness could spread like wildfire in the Littles’ Wing and she wanted to avoid that if at all possible. Well, the sooner they began, the quicker she’d know if additional precautions were going to be on her schedule.
Beverly gestured to him. “Slide on down here. It’s getting late.”
His sigh was deeper, but he straightened his legs and pushed off. Bev watched as he slid down the slide, smiling as she did every single time. The play equipment had been built by Colton Reed. When it came to wood, the man not only had talent, he had a heart as big as the adult-size pieces he constructed for those grown-ups who were brave enough to let the child inside of them come out to play. His wife, Haven, was also a Little, and Beverly was sure had acted as inspiration for her Daddy. Colt made sure that anyone who climbed, swung, or hung upside down on one of his creations felt just as small as they had when they were truly children. Once her Little boy’s sneakers hit the ground, Bev held out her hand. He took it and they walked back into the house and into the master bath.
“Arms up,” she directed.
Blake obeyed, his arms lifting over his head and without being told, bent forward a bit to allow her to tug his t-shirt over his head. With a smile, Bev paused in pulling it off as he had Scott, his beloved stuffy in one hand.
“Captain Blake, this is Scotty requesting you transport right to left,” she said in her very best Scottish accent which usually earned her a soft chuckle. Tonight, however, the only reaction it evoked was one hand opening to release the toy and the other opening to accept it. Every maternal sense Beverly possessed told her something was definitely off with her Little boy.
She remained silent until she had untied his sneakers and removed them as well as his socks. Unbuttoning his jeans, Bev unzipped them and worked the denim down to his ankles. Without a word, Blake lifted first one foot and then the other. If she hadn’t already suspected his thoughts had teleported to a far-off universe, the fact that she was able to not only tuck her fingers into the waistband of his briefs, but pull them down without a single shudder, shuffle, or blush at having his private parts bared, was another clue. But it was the fact his penis hadn’t begun to stiffen that told her all she needed to know.
With her Little boy completely naked, Beverly straightened and placed the back of her hand against his forehead. He didn’t feel overly warm.
“Pumpkin, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Littles swearing they felt great when they weren’t wasn’t anything new to her, but it wasn’t a tactic Blake normally employed. She placed her palm on his chest over his heart and pressed the fingertips of her other hand on the underside of his wrist. Both his pulse and heartbeat were steady. It didn’t appear he was ill, but she’d soon discover if he was running even a low-grade fever.
It hadn’t taken long for Beverly to realize that being physically smaller than her Little caused a bit of a conundrum. Knowing that playground equipment wasn’t the total of Colt’s talent, she’d met with him and explained their needs, and he’d come through. The stool made it possible for her Little to drape himself over her lap and not only be supported by its width, but its height prohibited his knees or elbows from dragging on the floor.
Colt’s creation helped with more than just her Little’s physical needs. It served in adjusting his mindset as well. Just like a much smaller person, Blake could hang off his Mommy’s lap, trusting her to keep him safe even while tending to needs he’d much rather not think about.
She moved to settle on the custom-crafted stool and patted her lap. “Okay, pumpkin, right on over, if you please.”
“Mommy, you don’t need… that ,” Blake whined.
That was what was inside the long, rectangular box she’d set on the bathroom counter.
“I believe Mommy is the one who decides on what I need to take care of my precious Little boy. Now, no more fussing. The sooner we make sure you’re not coming down with something, the quicker we’ll be snuggling on the couch watching the movie you pick out.”
The mention of their weekly movie night had his feet shuffling closer and though a heavy sigh accompanied the move, Blake obediently draped himself over her knees.
Beverly took a moment to simply enjoy the beautiful picture he made in his submission. His bare bottom was both soft and firm beneath her hand as she ran her fingers over his skin. She didn’t rush, taking her time to stroke over muscles that always tightened when he knew she’d be opening that box. It never took very long before they began to relax beneath the gentle massage. While it was important for his mind and soul to submit, watching his physical body also give itself over to her care filled Beverly with a sense of gratitude and contentment she’d once believed she’d never experience.
“That’s it, just relax. Mommy’s got you,” Bev murmured, moving her hand up to slide along his spine until her fingers were able to run through his hair. When they’d first met, his hair had been short, clipped almost to the point of being a buzz cut, but now, she could wind soft, blond curls around her fingers. They felt like silk and were the color of summer wheat shot through with darker strands of gold. She could spend hours just running her fingers over her Little’s hair and body, but she had a job to do. Giving his bottom a final soft pat, Beverly removed the cloth that covered the tray she’d prepared earlier. Picking up the first item, she began.
“Now, don’t be naughty,” Beverly softly chided as muscles that had been completely lax tensed with the sound of the latex glove snapping snugly around her wrist. “Relax that sweet little bottom and let Mommy get you ready.”
She reached for the jar that had been in their shopping cart only a few short hours ago. Opening it, she waited for Blake to obey, wondering if there would ever be a night when those weren’t the first words of their ritual. When he was no longer clenching, she dipped a small rubber spatula into the jar and scooped up a dollop of the petroleum jelly. After transferring it to a small dish, she closed the jar and set it and the spatula aside. Dipping her gloved finger into the dish, she used the fingers of her ungloved hand to separate Blake’s buttocks. The moment his bottom hole was revealed, a tremor shuddered through him and he gave the sweetest little whimper. Aware that it took a great deal of courage to entrust oneself to another, especially when it came to such intimate, embarrassing acts, Beverly shushed him softly. “It’s okay, pumpkin. You’re being so good for Mommy. This won’t take but a few minutes.”
With her target revealed, Beverly carefully applied the lubricant to his anus, rubbing it all around the ring, watching it valiantly tighten as if preparing itself for battle. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that it, like its owner, would lose the battle to keep her out every single time. Once the entire area was liberally coated, she gathered another dollop on her gloved finger and spread his cheeks a bit wider.
“Mommy’s going to slide her finger in now. It’s important to make sure the inside of my babyboy’s bottom is just as slippery as the outside. Deep breath in and then let it out and open for me.”
She heard Blake take a ragged breath, watched his body tense as he held it in and smiled when he ever so slowly exhaled.
“Ready?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“That’s my good boy.” With his consent given, she began to press her finger inside, her eyes glued to the most intimate part of her Little boy. Every centimeter she gained was accompanied by the sweetest sounds one could ever hear. When one finger was buried to the hilt, she twisted her wrist, applying the petroleum jelly to the velvet walls of his bowels. The heat from his body allowed the jelly to begin to soften and spread more easily. Beverly pulled her finger free to gather another blob and to add a second finger, working both into his bottom. It wasn’t truly necessary to apply this second glob of lubricant, but she simply loved to listen to him and watch his little bottom hole struggle to keep her fingers out of its depths.
“Such a sweet bottom, swallowing Mommy’s fingers right up.” She began to slowly move her fingers forward and back, finger-fucking his bottom and feeling his cock stirring as it continued to stiffen against her leg. She wasn’t nude like Blake, but when she’d taken her seat, she’d allowed her robe to part, the fabric sliding to puddle on the seat of the stool around her hips while the rest of her remained covered. It wasn’t anything Blake had ever commented on, but she’d noticed he never once failed to look down to see if Mommy’s lap was covered before he took his place over it. She was looking forward to when she allowed him up because she knew he’d look again. His face would flush red and his nostrils would flare as he watched his Mommy slide her fingers over the wet spot on her thigh, rubbing his precum into her skin while tsking that he’d made a little mess.
Feeling the first drop of stickiness on her inner thigh, she smiled and pulled her fingers free. His sigh sounded far more like one of disappointment rather than relief, but he needn’t fear. She wouldn’t leave him empty for long. Unlatching the narrow rectangular box, she opened it and removed the long, thick, rectal thermometer. The sight of the ones in the infirmary at the Ranch never failed to make a Little gasp and blush and fidget, often causing hands to whip back to cover a bottom. And just like those Littles, her own Little whimpered and fidgeted until she laid a hand on his bottom.
“No squirming,” Beverly said firmly. “You’ll need to stay very still while your thermometer is in your bottom.”
“Please, Mommy, I can put it under my tongue,” Blake said, his voice having lost its adult gruffness to become that of a child.
“Silly boy,” she said as she shook the thermometer to ensure the mercury was where it belonged. “Your mouth is far too small for your bootie thermometer.”
“You could use the other one,” he offered, lifting one hand from the floor and pointing to the cabinet on the wall.
“That one is for Big people. Little boys need to have their temperature taken with very special ones. No more arguing or do we need to start off with a few smacks? Hmm?”
“No, Ma’am,” he said, surrendering to his Mommy’s authority yet again.
“That’s my good boy. Now, reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me.”
His groan wasn’t one of pain, but came from the humiliation of the request. Of course, his Mommy knew a secret. Her shy Little boy loved being instructed to do embarrassing things. It was a part of him that matched her own kink of loving to inflict small, but potent humiliations on a Little. Watching the struggle was something she would never ever take for granted or find tiresome. Their surrender was a magnificent gift and a kink that far more people shared even if they’d never openly admit it.
“Now, now, you know Mommy needs them quite wider than that,” Beverly admonished when seeing the small width his hold offered. When he grumbled but pulled them further apart, she rewarded him by slipping her hand between his legs to cup his balls, giving them a little squeeze. His moan was much louder this time. “That’s my good boy. Can you open up a teensy bit more?”
“Yes, Mommy.” His response was far less grumpy as he spread his ass cheeks as far apart as possible, offering her a view that had his anus gaping and twitching.
Beverly felt her panties growing wet as she hummed in praise and pressed the large bulb of the glass rod against him. “Look at that sweet hole. It looks just like a little mouth all ready to gobble up your thermometer.” She continued to slide the instrument into his body, prolonging its journey by pulling it out to reseat it several times until she felt another dribble of wetness coat her thigh. Whether he ever admitted it or not, her Little boy was very anal-erotic. Sliding the glass rod deep, she cupped her fingers around it to make sure it didn’t disappear and released his balls to gently pat his hand holding his buttocks open.
“Thank you, pumpkin. You may let go now. All that fuss for nothing. You took every inch and now all we have to do is wait for ten minutes.”
His hands slid away from his ass but when one slipped between his belly and her thighs, she grabbed his wrist. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I-I… um, I… just… I think it’s… um… bent.”
She could feel his shaft between her thighs and it was most definitely not bent. “Even if it is, you know better. Are you allowed to touch your penis except when going potty, young man?”
“No, but I?—”
“There are no buts here except the one I’m about to smack. Mommy owns all of you including your bottom, your anus, your testicles and your penis.” In her years of taking care of Littles, she’d learned the use of actual anatomically correct names for all the “naughty bits” they possessed never failed to make a Little not only blush and squirm, but to understand she was not going to allow any naughtiness.
“I just touched it a little…”
A rapid removal of the thermometer cut off his words and the half-dozen swats to his left ass cheek had him quickly apologizing instead of making yet another excuse.
“I’m sorry, Mommy!”
“Are you?” She asked, delivering another half dozen to his right cheek. “Sorry Little boys do not argue or attempt to justify their naughtiness. Who is the only one allowed to touch your penis?”
“Mommy.”
“That’s correct. Who does your penis belong to?”
“It belongs to you, Mommy. All of me is yours.”
God, how she loved hearing those words.
She loved this man-child more than life itself.
“That’s right, baby. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, and every single inch in between is Mommy’s.” Bending down, she whispered in his ear. “And that includes that beautiful penis that is weeping between Mommy’s thighs.” His groan was music to her ears. Straightening, she pulled the hand she still held back behind him and tucked his fingers into his crack. “Now shall we begin again?”
Without a word, his other hand came back and he opened himself wide for a second time. This time when she tapped his bottom to signal he could release his cheeks, he immediately dropped his hands, wrapping his fingers around the bottom rung of her chair. Beverly smiled and ran her fingers over his pinkened ass with one hand while holding the thermometer secure with the other.
He didn’t whimper or speak until he gave a dramatic sigh of relief when she pulled it free a second time.
“Perfectly normal,” she declared. “I was a bit worried you might have caught a virus or a bug, but apparently not.” She placed the rod on the tray. It wouldn’t go back into its box until it had been thoroughly sanitized. Patting his bottom softly, she said, “You may rise and get your mat out of the cubby and put it on the bench, please.”
Blake slid off her lap, his eyes darting to her bare thighs once again. Beverly enjoyed the look of mingled lust and guilt that flashed in his eyes. He might have done a bit of whining at having his temperature taken, but couldn’t deny he’d also been aroused. Not when the evidence was shining on the pale flesh of his Mommy’s thighs.
With a beautiful blush on his face, Blake went to the special cabinet that held all sorts of items from tub toys to his soft, hooded robe she’d slip on him after his bath. He pulled a thick rubber mat from the bottom of the cabinet.
“Can Hank come too, Mommy?”
Beverly looked over from the shower where she’d just turned on the taps so the water could heat before they entered. “Of course he can, pumpkin. Let me get the water warming first so neither of you get cold.” After she adjusted the shower wand so it wouldn’t rain down on the bench, she stepped back as he approached. He looked so adorable with Hank hanging over one arm and his mat in his other hand. “You two get settled and I’ll be right back.” She waited until her Little had stretched out on his back on the blue mat. Not wanting to get Scott wet whenever he bathed, Blake had picked another friend from the huge selection the Ranch store offered. Blake had named him Hank after a character in one of his favorite movies, Finding Dory. The large, bright orange octopus’ squishy rubber body was weighty, quite pliable, and waterproof, making him the perfect bathroom companion. Hank was presently sitting on Blake’s chest as the boy arranged all eight of the creature’s tentacles. His play had his erection softening a bit, but she knew it would be standing at attention again soon.
Though not nearly the size guests found in their rooms at the Ranch, Beverly was glad she’d spent the money to enlarge both the tub and the shower in her cottage so their shared bathing rituals could be so smoothly conducted. She fully believed in good hygiene practices and for the two of them, that included taking special care to help Blake “feel” like a Little.
After returning the sanitized thermometer to the cabinet, she chose the shaving gel and razor she’d use to remove any pubic hair from the base of his cock, his scrotum and around the puckered hole of his rectum. She could use wax and only perform the steps every other week or so, but that wasn’t what was best for them. Every single step taken during their Saturday evenings were steps she took immense satisfaction in performing. Each and every one, from the moment Beverly called him into the bathroom until she tucked him into bed helped Blake become the Little he so loved living as.
Beverly had accepted that the life she’d planned for, dreamed of, wouldn’t be the one she’d live. It hurt, but the choice was one she’d live with willingly because her very calling was too strong to allow her to reject the choice she’d made, knowing it had been the correct one. The day she’d answered Derek Hawkins’ ad for a nurse to run the infirmary at Rawhide Ranch, she’d felt as if she’d been given a second chance. She admired the fact he’d turned his ancestors’ home into a safe haven for Littles, and a place for Big couples who enjoyed sex to be free to practice and enjoy kinks of every kind. From the moment she’d taken the hand of her first patient, a reluctant Little wearing a frilly dress, white ankle socks, and black Mary-Janes, Beverly had known she’d discovered not only that she could be happy again, but she’d found a place she could call home. Seeing these Littles be free to be themselves, to openly love their Mommies or Daddies, Aunties and Uncles, had satisfied her in ways she’d never expected. But when she placed a Power Ranger bandage on one Little’s scraped knee and he shyly thanked her, bending forward to press a kiss to her cheek, Beverly had fallen head over heels in love with her very own Little boy.
Supplies in hand, Beverly returned to the shower and set them at the end of the bench where Blake lay. Before she joined him, she undid the tie on her robe and let it slip from her body. Peeling her panties down her legs, she stepped out of them, and naked, walked into the stall. As she’d expected, his cock began to rise again when he caught sight of his naked Mommy. The bench was wide enough for her to perch at his side, giving him a full frontal view of her breasts as she reached for the shower wand and took it from its holder.
“Ready?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, his face flushing redder. She wondered if there would ever be a day when he didn’t blush with the intimate care she so loved providing for him. Beverly sure hoped not as it was just adorable to watch her beloved Little boy balance the dichotomy of the Little and Big living inside him.
She gently allowed the warm water to spray over his torso for a few long sweeps until aiming toward her targeted area. Using her fingers, she gently spread his thighs apart to allow the water and herself better access. When his skin was warm and wet, she set the wand aside and picked up the can. The sound of the gel dispensing and the sensation of her beginning to gently apply the cream around his scrotum and base of his penis had her Little boy’s eyes closing which didn’t surprise Beverly. What did, though, was watching him slip his thumb into his mouth. Blake had never sucked his thumb before. Identifying as four or five years of age, he had always said sucking on a pacifier or a thumb was for babies and he was a big boy. Watching his cheeks work told her he was feeling vulnerable.
The question was why?
She didn’t ask immediately, working through the events of the past week trying to determine if anything untoward had happened. Nothing came to mind, but Beverly knew something was bothering him. Blake wasn’t one to volunteer too much, especially when it came to emotions. He often took long walks to think. About what, she really couldn’t say as he tended to hold those subjects deep inside. Though he’d shared some things over the past year as they’d become more than simply nurse and Little, and became Mommy and babyboy, she knew there were still things he had not yet told her.
Beverly had often spoken to both Jayne Banner and Catherine Denten who also worked on the Ranch. Jayne, better known as Nanny J to the Littles, was a switch. While Beverly had experience in submitting to men, when she’d fallen so hard for Blake who was a definite submissive, she’d needed some guidance. Jayne had offered invaluable insights into the dynamic of being the Domme vs the submissive.
Catherine and her husband, Sam, were both psychologists, offering their services for Littles and Bigs much like she did, though theirs were for the mental and emotional rather than the physical. Catherine had assured her it was normal for Littles to withhold things from the very Mommies and Daddies they trusted their bodies to so freely. With time and patience, Catherine was sure Beverly’s Little boy would come to trust her enough to share even his most innermost emotions.
“Remember, Beverly, Blake came to us barely speaking more than was absolutely necessary. He was one of our shyest Littles. But look at him now. He’s much more open and plays very well with others. Your Little boy has a huge heart and something deeply hurt it. Anyone can see Blake loves and trusts you. He just needs to trust himself in order to truly heal. Just give him the time he needs.”
It was sound advice, but as his Mommy and the woman who loved him, it was hard to remain silent when she wanted to make all those bad memories go away. All she could do was make sure Blake knew she was here and wasn’t going anywhere.
Beverly concentrated on taking care of her Little, shaving him slowly and carefully, her fingers expertly moving over his flesh, ignoring his erection and the occasional soft moan he’d give whenever she wrapped her fingers around the shaft to gently move it out of the way of the razor. Dropping a hand to cup his testicles, she gave them a little squeeze, pleased to see his cock stiffen further and to hear a longer moan being muttered. It wasn’t long before she gave a gentle pat to his thigh.
She bent to press a kiss to Blake’s cheek as it hollowed in and out around his fully seated thumb. “Okay, babyboy, I’ve got Hank, you turn over and get up on your knees please.”
Without complaint, Blake rolled, and once he was on his tummy, she patted his bottom.
“Up and spread. Mommy needs to shave your little bottom-hole.”
The blush returned full force, and his cheeks hollowed in and out at a faster rate, but he did as asked. It didn’t take long to make sure this area was as smooth as his front. After a good rinse with the wand, she ran a finger all around the wrinkled little hole, loving to watch it flutter open and closed as if undecided what he wished to happen. When she slipped just the barest tip of her finger inside and he pushed back, she knew he was very aroused. A few deeper dips in and out had her own nipples puckering tightly. She simply loved bringing Blake pleasure.
“Mommy’s going to fill the tub so it will be ready for your bath. You’re being such a good boy for Mommy. Just stay relaxed and I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Mmmm,” he mumbled, his head shifting a bit as he nodded against the mat.
Giving a final circle around the wrinkled rim, she let her fingers fall between his legs and run over his balls and along the length of his cock. So hard and yet so very soft and all hers. Smiling, she kissed his left buttock and rose, stepping out of the stall to fill the tub. They could easily shower and be done, but their bath never failed to leave them both more relaxed and reconnected after a week of work for her and school for her Little.
When she returned to the shower and laid a hand on his shoulder, his eyes opened to reveal the soft sky-blue color. When he began to answer, his cheeks flamed red at the realization he’d been sucking his thumb. As his gaze dropped from hers, his bottom lip trembling, she took his chin in her hand and tilted his head back until she could see his eyes again.
“Don’t, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are my Little boy and if you need to suck your thumb, there is not a thing wrong with it. Do you understand me?”
“On-only ba-babies suck their thumbs.”
“That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head. “Sometimes big Little boys and girls need the comfort.” When he looked like he wasn’t buying her words, she motioned to Hank. “There are those who think stuffies are only for babies, but I know how much you love Hank and Scott and how much they both love being cuddled by you, right?”
This time he nodded, his fingers clenching even tighter around his toy.
“That’s right. And do we care what other people think?”
“Noooo?”
The fact he’d drawn out the one-syllable word told her he questioned his own answer, but she smiled and nodded. “That’s right. The only ones who matter are right here in this room.” She pointed to herself, to him, then to Scott who was waiting on the counter where he could stay dry, and reached out to pat one of Hank’s tentacles. When Blake’s lip began to curl and his features to relax, she leaned forward until her forehead rested against his. “Want to know a secret?” she whispered.
His nod was far more definite, his eyes going a bit wider.
“Your Mommy loved sucking her thumb when she was a little girl.”
“You did?”
“Absolutely, and guess what?”
“What?”
“Your Mommy loves sucking all her Little boy’s parts too.”
This time when his face flushed she knew it was due to arousal rather than embarrassment. Beverly lifted his hand and slipped her lips around the very thumb he’d suckled, drawing on it as deeply as she could. With it in her mouth, she reached beneath his raised hips to clasp his cock which had instantly hardened to steel. His groan had her nipples pebbling and her pussy flooding with arousal. Releasing his thumb with a pop of her lips, she gave his penis a squeeze. “How about you roll over so Mommy can show you just how wonderful she thinks sucking can be. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, I’d like that very much, Mommy.”