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Authors: Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier
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get her hands on. She had finger painting and Play-Doh and clay and blocks and almost any toy any kid could want.
Of course, naughty girls didn’t get to play. So a lot of the toys were very new, because a lot of the girls found themselves spending more time in the corner – or over their Momma’s lap - than playing with the toys.
Alicia was younger than all of her girls – although she’d found out that there would be a couple of girls returning this fall who hadn’t arrive yet – and at least one boy. So that would change the dynamic of the house a bit. She wouldn’t be doing as much playing as most of the people in the house, and Margot would be enlisting some of them in helping her take care of Alicia.
Breakfast was at least as awful for Alicia as dinner had been the night before. Her only consolation was that Kennedy and Amy were both eating heaping bowls of oatmeal, which looked almost as disgusting as her “formula” tasted.
And she had to pee.
She really, really had to pee, and she couldn’t seem to make herself do it, despite the fact that last night hadn’t seemed to have fazed Mommy in the least. It just... wouldn’t happen.
Maybe she’d gotten herself to the point where she couldn’t!
By the time breakfast was done, she was in tears. She’d finished her bottle, because she knew she had to, but that didn’t do anything good for her bladder, and she felt trapped.
It surprised her that Kennedy was the one who came over to help her, rather than Mommy, who seemed to have her hands full with Amy, who was throwing a bit of a fit, and found herself upended over Momma’s lap getting the thrashing of a lifetime, right there in the breakfast nook.
Kennedy didn’t do a lot, but what she did helped Alicia enormously. She didn’t take her out of the high chair, but she did hold her hand and talk to her in a very soft, loving tone. “It’s hard at first. It is. You’re taught all your life to look for a bathroom and never to soil your pants. It’s horribly hard. But it’s different here. It’s okay here. I’ll take care of you, Momma will take care of you, even Amy will take care of you. Everyone will. It’s never a bother; never a problem. It’s what you’re supposed to do. There will never be any recriminations. You can feel free. Freer than you’ve been in probably fifteen years, since you were potty trained all those years ago. Let yourself enjoy it. It’s a wonderful gift to let someone else be responsible for that intimate part of yourself again. Don’t torture yourself. There’s really no need.”
It was all Alicia needed, and all she would need for the rest of her time with Mommy. She let go, completely.
And there were no recriminations.
Mommy was done with Amy, whose blistered butt was again on display in the corner of the room, which wasn’t easy since it was a roundish room. She complimented Kennedy on her manner with Alicia, then took Alicia up to her room to change her, praising her for learning how to let go.
The morning passed relatively uneventfully, with Alicia playing quietly on a blanket in the parlor, where Amy and Kennedy were studying at the table and Mommy was reading on her chaise.
At nine on the dot, as the grandfather clock in the corner was striking the hour, Mommy got up and helped Alicia back up to her room for her nap. Alicia didn’t necessarily want to go. No, she really didn’t want to go. She’d had enough sleep for four people, as far as she was concerned, not that she was really going to wage much of a protest. She’d gone several hours today without getting her butt into trouble, and she was entirely unwilling to break the record.
She found herself plugged and pacified and bound and bundled, warm and secure and asleep within seconds, damn it! What was it about this place that made her so sleepy so easily?
Mommy again had to wake her from her nap, she hadn’t, as she’d feared, been bored and awake the whole
Of course, naughty girls didn’t get to play. So a lot of the toys were very new, because a lot of the girls found themselves spending more time in the corner – or over their Momma’s lap - than playing with the toys.
Alicia was younger than all of her girls – although she’d found out that there would be a couple of girls returning this fall who hadn’t arrive yet – and at least one boy. So that would change the dynamic of the house a bit. She wouldn’t be doing as much playing as most of the people in the house, and Margot would be enlisting some of them in helping her take care of Alicia.
Breakfast was at least as awful for Alicia as dinner had been the night before. Her only consolation was that Kennedy and Amy were both eating heaping bowls of oatmeal, which looked almost as disgusting as her “formula” tasted.
And she had to pee.
She really, really had to pee, and she couldn’t seem to make herself do it, despite the fact that last night hadn’t seemed to have fazed Mommy in the least. It just... wouldn’t happen.
Maybe she’d gotten herself to the point where she couldn’t!
By the time breakfast was done, she was in tears. She’d finished her bottle, because she knew she had to, but that didn’t do anything good for her bladder, and she felt trapped.
It surprised her that Kennedy was the one who came over to help her, rather than Mommy, who seemed to have her hands full with Amy, who was throwing a bit of a fit, and found herself upended over Momma’s lap getting the thrashing of a lifetime, right there in the breakfast nook.
Kennedy didn’t do a lot, but what she did helped Alicia enormously. She didn’t take her out of the high chair, but she did hold her hand and talk to her in a very soft, loving tone. “It’s hard at first. It is. You’re taught all your life to look for a bathroom and never to soil your pants. It’s horribly hard. But it’s different here. It’s okay here. I’ll take care of you, Momma will take care of you, even Amy will take care of you. Everyone will. It’s never a bother; never a problem. It’s what you’re supposed to do. There will never be any recriminations. You can feel free. Freer than you’ve been in probably fifteen years, since you were potty trained all those years ago. Let yourself enjoy it. It’s a wonderful gift to let someone else be responsible for that intimate part of yourself again. Don’t torture yourself. There’s really no need.”
It was all Alicia needed, and all she would need for the rest of her time with Mommy. She let go, completely.
And there were no recriminations.
Mommy was done with Amy, whose blistered butt was again on display in the corner of the room, which wasn’t easy since it was a roundish room. She complimented Kennedy on her manner with Alicia, then took Alicia up to her room to change her, praising her for learning how to let go.
The morning passed relatively uneventfully, with Alicia playing quietly on a blanket in the parlor, where Amy and Kennedy were studying at the table and Mommy was reading on her chaise.
At nine on the dot, as the grandfather clock in the corner was striking the hour, Mommy got up and helped Alicia back up to her room for her nap. Alicia didn’t necessarily want to go. No, she really didn’t want to go. She’d had enough sleep for four people, as far as she was concerned, not that she was really going to wage much of a protest. She’d gone several hours today without getting her butt into trouble, and she was entirely unwilling to break the record.
She found herself plugged and pacified and bound and bundled, warm and secure and asleep within seconds, damn it! What was it about this place that made her so sleepy so easily?
Mommy again had to wake her from her nap, she hadn’t, as she’d feared, been bored and awake the whole
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