Withering Ivy: Chapter Twenty Seven

It was weird to be comfortable and upset. Obviously, I wanted to be home but this home wasn't bad either. My bed was soft and the sheets smelled like vanilla and fabric softener. The air was comfortable and the woman I had barely met who only had me refer to her as mommy was picking out my clothes and running a bath for me. She could be a lot worse, she could be an ugly witch wanting to cut me up. But she wasn't

For some reason, all the beautiful woman wanted to do was play cartoons on the TV in the corner and hold me in her arms. She was also different in the way of power. She did have lots of money I could tell and she wasn't shy about it but she wasn't wearing business suits or in a position like Grace. Her attitude didn't even allude to someone such as that. When she washed me in the tub and handed me bath toys I just watched her. The laundry was folded herself as she knew where everything was and how she wanted it. When she put me in a robe with a hood she held my hand and walked me to the kitchen where she had breakfast. She was just odd

But none of it in a bad way.

At some point I didn't fight her too much, I didn't give her the best attitude but I let her put me in a high chair as she clipped it in. Curiosity finally got to me as she sat down a plastic plate with food and a silly cup full of water. "Why do you like this?" I looked around for some kind of silverware but was surprised to see her scoot a chair up to me and cut the pancakes herself.

"It's a thing you know." She whispered crossing her legs and holding out the fork. She pulled it away when I reached for it and raised an eyebrow. "A lot of people wish for someone to take care of them and I happen to be one of those who like to do the caring."

My eyes squinted as I opened my mouth slightly to let her feed me. "What if I don't like it?"

She gave a small chuckle and scooped up some more food. "You seemed to enjoy being a pet the only difference is some of the things I use to care for you."

"I enjoyed being a pet for them," I said

"They aren't here." She squinted her eyes to copy me who watched her carefully before offering the food again. A smile never leaving the curves of her mouth. I denied it with shut lips and she patiently lowered her hand again. "Instead of a pet, you'll be my little. I'll care for you like you are little and you get to enjoy." She offered the soppy cup but I moved my head away. "It takes time to get into the head space I don't expect you to slip into it easily." She put the cup down and I stayed quiet. She didn't fight me, she didn't force me, she leaned back in her chair and patiently waited.

It was minutes of silence, the clock in the corner rocked and I watched her like she would slip poisons into my food. She only cut more little triangles of pancakes. I jumped when a phone rang, it made her smile but only for a moment as she took a flip phone out of her bra. I didn't know it was hiding in there but as she examined the number she gave a long sigh. "I think this is for you."

She then opened it and put the phone on speaker I watched the screen carefully until I heard a soft familiar voice. "Ivy?"

"Grace?" My heart lit up and I reached for the phone but the woman pulled it away from my reach. "Grace, what's going on? Why am I here?"

"Calm down sweetheart this is only temporary." There was rustling.

"Ivy, things have gotten dangerous." It was Ms. Winslet. I didn't get to say hello to her she just kept talking. "Grace and I have to lay low for a while and we need you in a safe place with someone we trust."

"I'm in a high chair," I said matter of factly. I hoped it would make them swoop down to save me but the woman didn't seem concerned she only looked at her nails before Grace sighed. "Olivia is different than us but she isn't bad. You'll be there for a while baby just indulge and make the best of the situation. We give permission. We have already gone over everything with her."

"I want to go home," I said.

"We want you home too darling." Ms. Winslet replied. "Trust us though Ivy. This is for the best."

"I'm tired of being in the dark." I fought back tears and balled my fist, Olivia noticed but said nothing as she laid her hand on the table with the phone.

"We love you," Grace said.

I didn't say anything back. I only gulped the emotions back as far as I could, in all honesty, I couldn't say much at all. The pain in my throat wouldn't let me. But that was it. The other line hung up and Olivia slowly closed it and put it away slowly. The pancakes weren't hot anymore they were room temperature. She placed the plate in front of me and gave me a plastic pink fork. I didn't dare to look at her as she stood and left me. For that I was thankful. I took my time to eat all I could force down and unscrew the sippy cup to drink some water. When I was done I waited. The high chair kept me in place even though I felt around and tried to undo what I could.

Then something in me clicked. If I had to be here and I had to be little...then I could be little. I could make Olivia or "mommy." Never want to see me again. She'll run to take me back to them. There was still some water in my cup left so I took it in my hand and threw it as far as I could. It hit a wall with a bang leaving the water to flow onto the floor as Olivia ran back her hair covered her face and reaction so I took the plate with syrup still puddling and threw it. The contents landing upside down to spill. My heart started racing and I watched the woman look at my mess carefully before gazing over at me. Her watchful eyes almost looked like they could see straight through me but I kept her stare as she picked up what she could and brought back a wet towel.

She cleaned my face first even though I tried to push her away then she undid the chair and grabbed me by the wrist as I tried to bolt. I wasn't going to go anywhere, I remember what Ms. Winslet told me about leaving but I could give her a scare. She finally won and pulled me towards her. She put my arms together and picked me up with my back to her never saying a word as she took me to my room.

She held me close to my chest as she got a blanket and laid it on the floor. Her progress halted as she had to use both arms to restrain me. She kneeled to the ground with me and moved my hair so her lips could be next to my ear. "I know you are tired baby." I fought again to show her my distaste for the name. She waited still. "You are mine until they come back, Ivy. Fight all you want but I'm still going to win." She used all her weight to force me down. My thrashing was nothing compared to her when she tried. It made me realize she always used a soft touch on me, she was strong. And she was a lot bigger than me.

When I calmed down for a moment she started tucking and folding the blanket around me until I was completely swaddled. Now I couldn't move at all. Even wiggling never made it loose as I rolled to my side. "Grace told me you were a wiggle worm." Picking me up into her arms I could see a bead of sweat starting at her forehead. At least I knew she wasn't invincible. She carried me with her as she put the damp towel on the mess and warmed me up a bottle. I wasn't going to drink it though.

She even tried immediately to give it to me but I tightened my lips. She took me to the living room and sat us down so she was holding me like a baby. She had me lay against her breasts while getting the bottle and bringing it to me again. This time however she used her fingers to squeeze my cheeks and hold me in place. I couldn't move my head away so the nipple slipped into my mouth. My body couldn't escape the swaddle and my head was trapped between her chest and hand. I had to drink. I swallowed and tasted the milk and felt it drip out of my mouth. My eyes watched the woman who made sure to take it away when it became too much. I coughed and she patted away the milk before bringing it back up.

"You like it don't you?" She was smiling and I realized I had my mouth open. At some point I let her win. In defiance I spit any more that came to me out and onto her shirt. She didn't mind she knew she won. "At least we got a little in your belly, right baby?" She put it away and began undoing my blanket until I was free. When I was, she put a bracelet around my ankle the same as the one I used to wear at home. I knew what that was for. She put me into a playpen that could only be taller than me when I sat and walked away to get toys. I stood up as she disappeared and tested the waters by trying to crawl over.

The shock sent me back into the pen. I held onto my ankle and winced as Olivia came back into the room and started laying toys and coloring books out for me. I sent her daggers with my eyes but she ignored them and handed me my bottle. "Since you liked your milk so much." She chuckled and I threw it to my feet but it was solid and never even leaked as it rolled.

I crossed my arms and refused to touch what she brought me as she went to the floor and scrubbed. There was a bit of guilt at first but I pushed that thought away as she ignored me and threw away the trash. We went on like that for a while, she walked around her house getting things done, talking on the phone, and only coming over to me when my ankle shock went off. I filled my time by refusing to have fun until the very end where I laid on the floor and carefully grabbed a crayon. I used it with the booklet until I just didn't. It didn't do much to the carpet maybe some hues but it didn't leave any good marks so I sat up and started breaking them one by one. I threw what little pieces I had made and smiled as one after another became a victim. That is until I felt a hand grab mine. She took the colors away from me and I winced as she slapped the top of my hand.

"You can throw tantrums and whine all you want but you aren't going to break things." She took the colors away and picked me up. The ankle bracelet fell to the ground as she did so. My cheeks were slightly red as I held onto her. I didn't think she would spank my hand and I didn't think I would feel so embarrassed by it. She put me into my crib and started unfolding a blanket. My tears fell and I decided then and there was where I was going to let it all out.

"I'm not going to play this stupid game! That didn't even hurt!"

"It didn't hurt? Do you want something worse?" Her words were still calm as I held onto the crib's wooden rails. Tears rolling down my cheeks

"What are you going to do spank me? I think I'll be ok lady."

She watched me for a minute before smiling and nodding. "Ok then let's go."

I backed up. "I'm not going with you."

"It's not a choice Ivy. You wanted to be punished let's go punish you." I wasn't sure when her strength became her regular because I couldn't even fight her this time around as she led me to the kitchen where she grabbed a wooden spoon and then her bedroom which I had never been into and straight into the bathroom. She closed the door behind us and locked it leaving me to try and stand tall next to the toilet. She was so much taller and bigger than me I felt a bit of attraction but that was something I would never say out loud.

She turned me to face the mirror and pulled my pants down making me scream a short "Hey!" She pushed me down so I leaned over the sink cabinet and ran the water over her hand as she then used it to wet my ass. The water splashed on my clothes as I watched her through the mirror. She leaned over me her breasts teasing me as she grabbed the wooden spoon and began wetting it as well. She stared at me through the mirror her eyes dark as her lips were playful. I began to get a little scared. "Look I'm just stressed lady please don't-"

"How many do you think you deserve Ivy?" The spoon rested on my right cheek and I shook my head no as she barely tapped it against me. I knew it wouldn't just sting. It was going to hurt. "I know you at least deserve one for breaking the crayons." She stood up and raised her arm. The fall let it come back down and connect to my skin where I jumped and almost climbed onto the counter.

"I'm sorry I won't break them again please-"

"And one for the water that you threw." Another hit made my eyes begin to tear and cry. "Can't forget about the plate. Another."

She pushed me down my face against the marbled cool countertop and she let it tap me gently. With only one eye I could see her staring me up and down and biting her bottom lip. "And what about the cursing." Another one.

I was sobbing. "And someone was being a bad girl and not calling me by my name. Someone was using lady." Another smack hit me, it was harder than all the rest and I couldn't bear it anymore so I began to beg.

"I'm sorry Mommy, please. Please Mommy no more." When she lightened up her grip I didn't run forward but so instead rushed to her where I grabbed into her neck. "Please no more it hurts Mommy." She took a minute before wrapping her arms around me and dropping the spoon. Her warm hands felt my cheeks that were burning from the spankings. She cooled her hand off with water and let it rest in me to cool it off before she raised my panties back up and stood. I accidentally felt her hardened member under her dress and knew exactly what it had to be. Suddenly I wasn't hurting but my center pulsed. I didn't dare do anything though. She softly took me by my hand and led me to the living room. I had lost track of time and saw the sun setting through the windows.

She seemed to know how to day would play out because a new bottle was waiting for me near her rocking chair. She sat down calmly and opened her arms letting me climb up and settle into her lap. She moved me so I could see the TV with her and she brought the nipple of the bottle to my lips. When I refused it at first I felt my butt still sting and I took it willingly. The milk inside was so good that I could barely stop myself from moaning as I drank.