Being Their Baby (34 page)

Charlie strained to get up, but then leaned over and gave Sophie a slew of quick, playful kisses on her nose. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Be good.”

Liz popped her pacifier back into Sophie’s mouth before she picked her up and carried her to the changing table. Sophie’s stomach clenched with embarrassment for a moment, but Liz didn’t seem fazed whatsoever. She just put the diaper into the genie nearby and continued like she’d done this a million times before… and Sophie was beginning to guess that she had.

She cleaned Sophie up and massaged her red bottom before taking out the bottom plug. Sophie sighed, realizing how much she’d felt it all along and was now much more comfortable when it was out.

Now the only thing to pay attention to was Liz’s warm hands moving over her most intimate parts. Of course, she should have been used to it by now. Liz was constantly petting, stroking, or fondling her. She claimed that she liked the feeling of Sophie’s skin, because of how soft it was, and because of how much she responded to her touch. Yet, instead of feeling like this was just petting as usual, Sophie’s whole body felt like it was blushing. Being diapered was strangely intimate in a way Sophie couldn’t have fathomed.

A procession of cleaning clothes, creams, and powders were applied before a second bulky diaper was wrapped around her, and Sophie did nothing except suck on her pacifier. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say she was drugged! She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be cooperating, should run away screaming. Instead, she was filled with a warm and fuzzy sense of relief.

“You’re such a good girl, Sophie,” Liz told her in what Sophie was mentally beginning to refer to as Liz’s particular “mommy tone.” It was somewhere between how one might talk to a child or even a pet, combined with a thick, heady tone of a woman in heat.

Liz picked her up, and Sophie put both arms around her neck, letting Liz carry her without squirming around like she normally did. Eventually she settled back on the sofa by the television, where Sophie’s movie was still playing.

Sophie didn’t really want to watch a movie. She felt needy after the diaper change, even aroused. She scooted and shifted uncomfortably in her seat until Mommy demanded Sophie stop squirming about with a firm slap to her diaper-covered seat. Sophie popped the pacifier out of her mouth and gave a slightly rebellious look to Liz.

Relentless, Sophie moved toward Liz’s breasts, beginning to nibble at the area through the fabric in a silent plea to get Liz to expose herself.

Liz, groaning something about how spoiled Sophie was, began to unbutton the front of her blouse. Months ago, Josh had taught Sophie exactly where to touch on Liz, allowing her front-row seats to one of their encounters together. Sophie had been amazed by the different ways to please the woman, and delighted at the naughtiness of being shown what to do in that manner. She doubted many women got such a lesson.

However, Liz was easy; she was obsessed with her own breasts. They were quite perfect; the nipples so delightful; long, yet with small, light-colored areoles. The skin was flawless, the size and even the weight of the breast satisfying to the touch of Sophie’s hand.

Liz unhooked the bra from the front, and Sophie was now facing the breast she wanted to tease. Pawing her small hand over one of the ample breasts, she massaged one of the nipples with her tongue and lightly suckled on them. She found she was doing it almost for her own comfort, because it felt right. But then she felt a hand sliding down the front of her diaper, and Liz began to dexterously massage her swollen, throbbing little nub.

Sophie let out a groan of gratification. This was what she’d wanted all along; it felt like an itch she’d had for hours was finally being scratched. She nibbled on the nipple, and Liz gasped with pleasure.

They went on for maybe ten amazing minutes before Sophie was picked up from behind. She was so, so close to what she was certain was going to be a world-rocking orgasm, yet she had been jostled back to reality in a very blunt move.

She kicked her feet as Charlie carried her to her crib. “Daddy!” she moaned angrily.

“No speaking,” he said firmly, setting her upon her bed and yanking up the crib rails, trapping Sophie inside quite efficiently. He turned to Liz. “She’s being
punished
,” he reminded tersely.

Trying to pull herself onto her knees, Sophie looked through the crib bars, expecting to see Liz get the self-righteous expression on her face that she wore so often, but instead Liz looked…
contrite
. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” She frowned. “But you have no business picking her up with your shoulder like—”

“I have a brace on,” he told her firmly, warding off a lecture. “I’m fine.
You
, on the other hand…” He pulled Liz up to her feet and she was thrown over his good shoulder. Sophie had never seen this done, and was astounded that he could do that with Liz—who was six feet tall herself!

“Charlie!” Liz screeched. “
Really
! Put me down!”

He didn’t until he carried to the much more adult bed, where he dropped her and then slapped the bottom of Liz’s skirt, which was stretched across her bent-over ass. Liz glanced at Sophie and Sophie saw… embarrassment.

It was officially impossible to even blink. Sophie was fascinated; she’d never seen Liz embarrassed before! “Charlie! Not in front of Sophie!” Liz snapped at him as Charlie pushed her onto her back and violently pushed her skirt up her thighs.

Sophie had certainly seen the two fool around. Hell, she’d been inches away a couple of times as Josh taught her how to do proper cunnilingus. She’d even walked in on Charlie and Liz in the pantry with Charlie apparently hammering her between her thighs. That being said, Sophie had turned and walked out of the room, figuring that it was less-than-couth, even in this household, to just stand there watching, maybe even grabbing some popcorn.

“Charlie, stop it!” Liz hissed as he wrinkled her skirt up toward her waist. “I don’t want—
oh
…” Charlie had taken one of Liz’s nipples in his mouth, and Liz’s back arched as she moaned.

Charlie began to pull Liz’s black lace panties down, then he pried her thighs, which she was rubbing sensually together, apart so that he could put his whole body between them.

He pressed his hand to the mound underneath her skirt, and Liz drew in a shaky breath before he pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices.

Sophie swallowed, her own nipples hardening like stones as she watched. She sat down on her bottom, crossed her legs, and drew a nearby stuffed animal onto her lap.

This would be
her
soon, she realized. Charlie would be between
her
thighs, sucking on
her
nipples, causing
her
to moan like that. And she couldn’t wait, except she distantly wondered if Josh would even allow it. Last night he had been so possessive, like he owned her, and that he had no intentions on sharing.

But then again, Charlie was acting the same way with Liz. He was
possessing
her, like an animal might his own mate. He pulled down his zipper and, at Liz’s jarred expression, he thrust his manhood aggressively into her. He grabbed her bared breasts and began to hiss something into Liz’s ear.

Sophie surreptitiously leaned forward, trying to listen to what he was telling Liz. Whatever he was saying was obviously something that Liz wanted to hear; she was opening up her body to him wantonly.

She caught the words, “
Don’t you, you greedy little slut
?” but just as quickly, Sophie dismissed them. She couldn’t believe Charlie—a caring daddy dom—could ever say something like that, and it seemed even more ludicrous that Liz would let it be said to her, or even relish it!

Sophie was certain that nothing could have distracted her from watching as their fucking—because that’s what it was; heavy, unadulterated
fucking
—reached a climax.

A diamond ring on Liz’s finger did it. The damn thing
sparkled
, leaving rainbow colors to speckle the walls. In fact; it wasn’t just a diamond ring. It was an
iceberg
attached to a platinum band.

Worry puddled in Sophie’s stomach for a moment. Liz and Charlie were engaged now, apparently, and she was beginning to think that it would mean that they would stop wanting a relationship with
her
.

She remembered Josh then, saying that it would never happen, and she also reminded herself that they were still putting her through a bad-baby weekend even though the engagement had already happened.

Sophie realized she would have to sit and wait to see how she was treated from today going forward. Would Charlie only see Liz sexually now? Would he continue to share her with Josh?

She chewed on the ears of the stuffed teddy bear on her lap as she watched Charlie move his hips with hard, certain strokes until Liz was screaming with ecstasy. Not long after, he gasped and his body jerked before falling limply on top of Liz.

In a few seconds, he propped himself back up on his elbow. “Relieved a little?” he asked Liz, grinning down at her. “Think you can restrain yourself from the baby girl for another twenty-four hours?” He kissed her red lips adoringly.

Liz’s face was completely pink, even as she nodded. She looked over and softened; maybe because Sophie was eating her bear like a nervous puppy. She sat up on the bed, pulling her skirt down. “Sorry, honey,” she told her, standing up on wobbling knees. “Daddy’s right. Bad girls don’t get a release until they’re done being punished.” She popped her breasts back into her bra, which had long been yanked down, and then she began to button up the front of her blouse.

Sophie wondered what would happen once she was a “good girl” again.

“And don’t be in a rush to stop baby \-time, either. Enjoy it,” Charlie added with a warning in his tone, pulling himself up and zipping up his pants. “It ends with the spanking of your life.”

Chapter Sixteen

“You know that color makes you look gay.” At first, Sophie thought Charlie was talking to
her
. He had been talking to her as he fed her applesauce, and his attention still seemed to be on her.

That’s when she saw that Josh had come in wearing his rose-pink scrubs, pulling off his leather jacket. “I’m not concerned about homosexuality flaring up because of the colors I wear,” he told his brother smartly. “I wear this because it makes me look like a
nurse
. On the whole, nurses get asked a whole lot fewer questions than doctors do. I spend half the day talking about circumcision otherwise, and it’s not my favorite topic.”

He sat down next to Charlie, and Charlie looked at his crowding presence with irritation. “What are we? European? Ever hear of
personal space
?” Charlie grunted at him.

Josh was looking at Sophie. “I’m waiting for the invite to take over. I never get to play a daddy role,” he reminded, and it sounded as if this was something that Josh had complained about quite often in the past.

“You’re gonna be waiting a long time for that invite,” Charlie replied, giving Sophie another spoonful.

“Charlie,” Liz lectured from the kitchen, “give Josh a turn.”

Charlie scowled at Josh’s taunting look, and then passed him the applesauce and the spoon. “Crybaby,” Charlie huffed under his breath.

Josh grinned, and exchanged a teasing grin with Sophie as Charlie sulked off. “Why does my baby look so tired?” he asked them, frowning with concern. “She looks all dark under the eyes.”

“We put her to bed in the crib. I slept on the nursery bed,” Charlie added before Josh could lecture him. Josh was her main supporter in making sure she had a bed-mate every night, even when he was working. “She apparently had trouble sleeping there. I put her down for a nap already, but she’s pretty fussy still.”

Fussy
, Sophie decided, was a word only used when she was acting like the baby they were treating her like. Although she had to admit to herself she was going to miss this a little bit. She wasn’t looking forward to a spanking and a load of homework, or the week filled with a tight schedule and responsibilities.

She didn’t have any responsibilities when she was a baby. Everything was done and decided for her. There was something amazingly freeing about it, even though it also made her a little emotional and needy, greedy for the attention that she had been basted in all weekend.

However, the reason she hadn’t slept well last night wasn’t the lack of someone to snuggle, nor even Charlie snoring from a few feet away. Instead, it was surely the plug that he’d put in her bottom before putting her to bed the night before. The words “anal training” came to mind; the plug was only a sliver larger than the one she’d had earlier that same day, but she still felt full, stretched, and uncomfortable.

“When does big-girl Sophie return then?” Josh asked, spooning some applesauce and coaxing her to open her mouth. This was embarrassing, but it was better than the formula they’d had her suck down the night before.

“After lunch,” Charlie said, nodding toward the food set in front of Sophie while she sat in her oversized highchair. “Then I’ll take her on a little drive and a little walk. She’ll come back with a little more appreciation for orders and rules.”

That sounded worrisome, indeed! She wasn’t going to get punished at home? Then where?

Josh suddenly stroked her cheek with his thumb and then jiggled the spoon. Something about his expression begged her not to worry; his kind smile always did a lot to ease her troubles. He made a ridiculous airplane sound and she hesitantly opened her mouth for some more, although she suddenly wasn’t at all hungry for it.

Josh leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Charlie’s not going to go too far,” Josh reminded her. “You know he won’t. Afterward it’ll be over and you can start fresh, okay?” She knew he was talking to her like a frightened child, and undoubtedly that was how she looked.

She was surprised to discover that Josh was just as much into age-play as Charlie and Liz were; in fact, the night before, after he woke up from sleeping most of the day away, he came up and changed her diaper. He promised her that if she was a good baby in the future, then these games would be even “funner” for her. Being treated like a baby, in other words, normally didn’t have to be part of a bad-baby weekend. There were good-baby weekends, as well.