Big Daddy Chapter Eight

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They discovered that the contents of Beth’s suitcase had been transformed into appropriate attire for an Adult Baby-- onsies, footie pajamas, and adorable little party dresses with matching diaper covers lined with frills and lace. Jenna was ashamed to admit it, but she was almost grateful-- it was a lot easier to snap a onsie over a diaper that big than trying to fit it under a pair of jeans.

     Once her tantrum had settled down, they settled Beth into the bed in her room, and she quickly drifted off with her thumb planted firmly in her mouth. Jenna sat on the side of the bed and gently stroked her hair… it had taken ages to get her settled down, but surprisingly, it wasn’t the loss of her tattoos nor her maturity and independence that had upset her… she was desperate to get back to someone she called ‘Daddy.’

     “What now?” Jasmine asked, and Jenna nearly laughed… apparently, she’d been elected leader. For a long moment, she stood there shaking her head, and she had no idea what to say… and then it occurred to her, seemingly out of nowhere.

     “The maid,” she said decisively. “We talk to the maid.”

“How can I help you, ma’am?” Karla asked flatly when they summoned her after Beth’s nap. Jenna watched her reaction when she saw Beth… which turned out to be absolutely no reaction at all. Apparently, grown women dressed like giant infants weren’t an uncommon sight for her.  

     “Do you know anything about this?” Jenna demanded, gesturing to Beth, who sat on the bed sucking a soother.

     “About what, ma’am?” The made asked casually, and Jenna was sure she could detect a hint of a grin.

     “This!” she said emphatically, pointing to Beth. “What happened to my friend?”

     Karla shrugged, a naughty smile spreading across her lips. “I think she looks rather cute,” she said with a coy smile.  

     Jenna and Jasmine shot each other a shocked glance. Jenna narrowed her eyes at Karla. “What do you know?”

     The maid just looked at them with that coy, naughty smile. She walked around to the side of the bed to regard Beth, who sucked her soother and played listlessly with a stuffed bunny. “Isn’t she the cutest little thing?” she said, her voice strange and dreamy. She reached out to take a lock of Beth’s hair and play with it a bit. “So innocent and perfect and special,” she said, bending down to kiss the top of Beth’s head.

     “Listen bitch,” Jasmine spat, feeling her bile starting to rise. Karla cut her off with a smile.

     “It doesn’t matter now,” she said, dreamy. “Daddy’s coming… he’s coming for all of us now.”

     “What are you babbling about?” Jenna said, trying and failing to hide the concern on her face.

     Karla gave her a naughty grin, flashing her perfect, white teeth. “This is his house, you know. Your sister was just another silly little girl who moved in, caught his fancy, and now…”

     “What do you know?!” Jenna demanded, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her up roughly, fuming when Karla just laughed in her face.

     Suddenly, Jenna flashed back to her dream… she saw the naughty maid standing in the corner, a pair of blazing red buns on display behind her. With her jaw clenched, Jenna sat on the edge of the bed and before even she was fully aware of what she was doing, she pulled Karla across her lap and delivered a solid, open-palmed swat to the seat of her tight black skirt.  

     “Oh yeah!” Karla cried, “put your wrist in it, honey!”

     “You little pervert!” Jenna spat, disgusted as she landed another spank on the maid’s plump, rounded tushy. “Hey-- what’re you wearing under here?” she asked when her hand landed with a muffled pop. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and began hauling it up without waiting for an answer.

     “What the--?” Jenna squinted, disbelieving when Karla’s thickly padded training panties came into view. “What the hell are you wearing!?” she said, examining at the cutesy cartoon love heart pattern on the seat.  

     “Like ‘em?” Karla giggled childishly, sticking her butt up in the air and wiggling it at her. “They were a gift… from him.”

     “Who? Your grandfather?” Jenna said, delivering another loud swat to the seat of the maid’s padded panties.  

     “No… him. You know-- the man of your dreams?”

     “What are you…?” Jenna froze, suddenly remembering her dream. She rested her palm against Karla’s panty-clad bottom, which was radiating heat through the thick material of the panties. “What do you know about him?!” she demanded, emphasizing her point with another brisk swat.

     Karla just giggled again, forcing Jenna to swat her padded bottom once more. Realizing that she was getting nowhere, she reluctantly tucked her fingers into the back waistband and tugged them down to half mast, revealing the pinkened, glowing domes of the maid’s neatly rounded backside.  

     “What do you know?”Jenna demanded, delivering a stinging swat to Karla’s naked bottom. “Who is he? And where’s my sister?!”

     “You’re going to find out-- ow!” Karla winced, Jenna’s palm raising a prickly heat across her backside. “It won’t be long now… soon, he’ll be coming back for all of us!” she said, her giggle cut off by another swat from Jenna.  

     “You know how to summon him, don’t you? Talk you bimbo!” Jenna ordered, pinching one of Karla’s spanked buttocks sharply and making her squeal.

     “Yeek! OK OK…” Karla finally conceded, wriggling across Jenna’s lap. “Lemmie up! OW! I said lemme up and I’ll do it,” she barked, wiggling her bright red fanny to avoid any further spanks.  

     After delivering a final flurry of swats to her jiggling, bright red bottom, Jenna pushed the struggling maid off her lap and onto the floor, where she landed heavily on her searing ass.

     “Ow! That hurt,” Karla spat, scrambling onto her knees to rub her throbbing red rump. On the bed, Beth giggled and rocked back on her diapered bottom, thoroughly enjoying the show. “Laugh it up, baby butt,” the maid growled at her, “we’ll see who’s laughing when Daddy gets his hands on you!”

     Beth popped her thumb in her mouth with an amused gurgle, watching with a grin as Jenna pulled Karla roughly to her feet. “Hey! Be careful!” she growled, reaching back to rub her blazing buns, shifting her weight from foot to foot.  

     “Get on with it!” Jenna snapped, delivering a quick swat to the maid’s hiney, making her jump and squeal. She almost tripped scurrying over to the mirror. The others watched, a collective chill running over them as she stood before the reflective glass, the blazing cheeks of her derriere peeking out from beneath her skirt.  

     With a little glance over her shoulder, Karla reached out and touched the highly polished glass with her finger and began tracing a small figure on it. Softly, under her breath, she whispered a small series of words… and Big Daddy Did not appear. Instead, the mirror began to ripple beneath her touch, her fingers sinking through as though it was water. With a naughty glance back, she flipped them all the bird as she took a step into the frame.

     “Catch me if you can, bitches!” she taunted, sticking out her bright red tongue before she disappeared behind the rippling curtain of glass.

     “Hey!” Jasmine cried, reaching out to snatch her wrist. But it was too late, the maid was gone, leaving behind only eerie echoing laughter. “What now?”

     “After her!” Jenna cried, helping Beth unsteadily to her feet.