Annaliese PT.Something (this one gets kinky)
Mia worked carefully with the wipes, cleaning every messy crease while Annaliese stayed draped over her lap, face buried in the bedspread. The ruined pull-up lay crumpled on the floor. A fresh one waited on the dresser, but Mia didn’t reach for it yet.
Instead her hands slowed. One stayed on Annaliese’s lower back, holding her gently in place. The other traced a slow path down between her thighs, spreading them just enough. Annaliese tensed.
“Mia…?” Her voice came out small and uncertain.
“Shh.” Mia’s breath was warm against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Just stay still for me, baby girl.”
Then Mia leaned in and dragged her tongue in a long, slow stripe right over Annaliese’s bare pussy. Annaliese gasped, hips jerking.
“M-Mia, what are you doing?”
Mia didn’t answer with words. She licked again, slower this time, circling Annaliese’s clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. Annaliese’s protest melted into a shaky moan. Her fingers twisted in the bedspread.
“Oh....oh my god.....Mia..." Annaliese moaned
"you like that don't you naughty girl" Mia spoke softly
Mia hummed against her, the vibration making Annaliese’s thighs tremble. She kept one arm wrapped firmly around Annaliese’s waist so she couldn’t squirm away, treating it like just another part of the change. Long, wet strokes. Soft suction. The occasional gentle nip that pulled a high, broken little whimper out of Annaliese every time.
“You taste so sweet,” Mia murmured between licks. “Has anyone ever done this for you before?”
Annaliese shook her head frantically against the bedspread, voice cracking. “N-no… I’ve always… I’ve always liked you, but I never thought......”
“Good.” Mia sucked harder for a moment, then pulled back just enough to speak. “Then this is mine now. Be a good girl and stay still while I take care of you.”
Annaliese came with a high, choked cry, thighs shaking around Mia’s head, the leftover sting on her bottom mixing with the sudden wet heat until her whole body trembled. Only then did Mia pull back, wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, and reach for the fresh pull-up.
“There,” she said softly, voice low and fond. “Good girl. Now we can finish getting you clean and dry.”
She powdered Annaliese lightly, guided her feet into the new pull-up, and tugged it up snug around her hips. The thick padding settled between her legs with a soft crinkle. Mia smoothed the sides, then helped her into a pair of soft cotton shorts and a loose pastel t-shirt.
“All better,” Mia said, giving the padded seat a light pat. “Come downstairs. You can play while I make us something to eat.”
The rest of the afternoon settled into a strange, sweet rhythm.
Annaliese sat cross-legged on the living-room rug surrounded by the old dolls her mother had never thrown away. She held a plastic brush in one hand and a blonde doll in the other, talking to it in a soft, high voice.
“Your hair’s all tangled again. Hold still…” She paused, lifted her free hand, and absently picked her nose, wiping it on the hem of her t-shirt without seeming to notice. A moment later the front of her pull-up grew warm and heavy. She shifted, the plastic crinkling, but kept brushing the doll’s hair.
Mia watched from the kitchen doorway for a few seconds, then walked over and crouched down.
“Annaliese. Did you just wet?”
Annaliese glanced up, eyes wide and guilty. “I… maybe a little.”
Mia reached down and pressed her palm against the front of the soft shorts. The padding underneath was unmistakably soaked.
“More than a little. Come on. Training potty or change your choice.”
Annaliese’s lower lip pushed out. “Don’t wanna use the potty. It’s for babies.”
“You’re wearing a pull-up and playing with dolls on the floor,” Mia said gently but firmly. “Upstairs. Now.”
In the bedroom Mia had her lie back on the changing mat she’d spread on the bed. She peeled the wet pull-up away, wiped her clean, and started to tape up a fresh one only to pause when her fingers brushed something warmer and softer at the back.
“No!” The answer came too fast. Annaliese’s face turned bright pink.
Mia peeled the back open further. The inside was completely soiled messy and heavy. A soft scent filled the quiet room.
“You did. And you fibbed about it.” Mia’s voice stayed calm, almost fond. “Little girls who mess their pull-ups and then lie about it get their bottoms spanked before they get cleaned up. Roll over.”
Annaliese whimpered but obeyed, draping herself across Mia’s lap again. Mia delivered a dozen firm, stinging smacks across her bare cheeks while Annaliese kicked her feet and clutched the bedspread.
“I know you are.” Smack. “But you’re still getting cleaned up properly.” Smack. “And next time you tell me the truth.”
Afterward Mia wiped her thoroughly, powdered her, and taped a thicker nighttime pull up around her hips instead of another daytime pull-up. She helped her back into the soft shorts, then pulled Annaliese into her lap and kissed her forehead.
“There. All taken care of.”
That evening they ended up on the big couch under a shared blanket. Annaliese curled against Mia’s side, the thick Goodnite making a quiet crinkle every time she shifted. One of her hands absently played with the hem of Mia’s shirt. Mia ran her fingers through Annaliese’s hair, then let her hand drift lower, slipping under the waistband of the Goodnite to stroke her slowly.
Annaliese made a soft, needy sound and nuzzled closer, pressing her face against Mia’s breast through her shirt.
“Can I stay like this? Little… with you taking care of me?”
Mia’s hand kept moving in slow, deliberate circles. She leaned down and kissed Annaliese’s mouth, lazy and deep.
“You’re already little,” she murmured against her lips. “And I’m already taking care of you. That’s not changing.”
Annaliese kissed her back, hips rocking gently against Mia’s fingers while the thick padding crinkled between them. Outside, the house stayed quiet. Inside, the line between best friends had been crossed the line between babysitter and lover began to blur
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