Little Missy

We wasted no time.

I made sure the office bathroom door was well locked. I even jammed a doorstopper in there.

Gloria was already bent over the marble sink. Very much reminiscent of our date. Her naked ass was beautifully displayed in front of us, pants and panties already down her ankles.

And that big, blue button was still jutting out of her anus.

I think I lost count how many times I had seen Gloria in this position by this point. Bent over, ass in the air, ready for pleasure or punishment.

But for some reason, she wasn’t comfortable with it now. Jittering from side to side, nervous and shaky.

She wasn’t like that with me.

It was because Gretchen was here.

Which was really good. It brought up her embarrassment by several points.

If I found the correct pathway for doing this, I could really bank on some points here. She was still the one that I most urgently needed to get to +100, because that would make my mission with Maria twice as easy.

And since this morning… I’d been thinking of a way to get her there.

Thinking about what I eventually wanted to turn her into.

After I read that description for her modified NO DADDY, NOT AGAIN!-trait… The one that made her act like a child if spanked…

That actually sounded very fitting to me. The bitch was a spoiled brat. She refused to grow up, and just wanted to live under the protection of her wealthy mother.

Then… that was what she deserved. To be treated like a child.

Forever.

“Okay now. Gloria. I believe you had a request for Gretchen here?”

Both of them were still blushing. They both knew what would happen next.

“Umgh… So… Like… Can you just, you know… take it out? Please?” she asked, swallowing her humiliations about the fact that she was **** to ask this from her “boyfriend’s” fuckbuddy …and her literal boss.

Gretchen took a step closer to the young woman’s ass.

I placed my hand in front of her, and stopped her.

“No. Not yet.”

Then I took that hand, wound it up real high, and…

SPANK!

Gloria gasped at the sudden and violent smack that stinged across her buttcheeks.

She was shocked, but it wasn’t hard enough to make her scream.

“You didn’t say it correctly. Try again.”

She wiggled a bit. She could still feel the sudden pain on her ass.

She was clearly pondering what she said wrong. She tried looking at me for clues.

I gave her none.

“Um… Can you… Take it out? Please? Pretty please?”

SPANK! SPANK!

“Ow OW! HEY WHAT- …Wh-What am I supposed to say?” the girl grimaced in agony, as I laid two fast and swift spanks across her pale buttcheeks.

She was smart enough to lower her volume, we didn’t want any unwanted visitors.

“You need to figure it out for yourself,” I said menacingly.

She was confused.

“But- But you’ll just spank me- me again…?”

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked it?”

The blonde turned her head in shame, probably not happy that I was talking about this with Gretchen present. “I- I do…” she whispered, “But right now, I really need this thing… off…”

SPANK! SPANK!

“Ow! OWIEE!”

Her ass was already getting a nice hue.

“Then say the correct thing.”

I could hear the desperation in her sigh.

Gretchen looked puzzled as well. Neither of them knew where I was going with this.

“Um…” Gloria started, this time really trying to access her vocabulary. “Please, um… Master’s ****… Can you… Remove this ****’s… buttplug?”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I was intentionally upping both the **** and the amount of spanks each time she got it wrong. And color of her buttocks was already showing it.

“Ow ow ow OWIEE! Meanie!” she shrieked. She tried placing her hands over her ass, to instinctively cover it, but I quickly pulled both of them off.

She sounded… a little childish there, right?

I think we were starting to reach the correct levels of her newest trait.

“Say it correctly.”

She sniffed. Yes, something was happening. I had spanked her way harder and longer before. It took a lot to make her cry.

“Pwease… just… Can I have it out of my ass? Sir? Ma’am?”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“owiee owowowowowowo….. no no it hurts! No more spankies! I’ll be good! I pwomise!”

Her voice was getting pitchier and pitchier. And her r-sounds were getting more baby-like. I wonder if she noticed it herself.

If I wagered a guess, I’d say she did. There was some confusion forming on her face.

Although most of her focus was on the fact that her ass was on fire, and stinging like Hell.

“Try again.”

She was sniffing really loudly and practically tearing up now.

“Pwease.. d-daddy…” she paused for a few seconds, looking embarrassed and confused over that choice of word. “Pwease… get it out of my… bum-bum.” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+70SP)

It was almost funny if it wasn’t also so humiliating at the same time. Her expression changed instantly after that. I could tell she wasn’t happy with herself, but it only looked like childish pouting.

I grabbed her head.

“Now you got it. You see? Didn’t that feel natural for you? Since you’re always such a helpless little baby who wants others to do the work for her… then at least act accordingly. Oh and by the way, not good enough. Gretchen isn’t your daddy. She’s your…”

I wanted her to fill this part herself.

She really, really didn’t want to.

But it was like her mouth had a mind of her own now.

“M-Mo… M-Mommy?”

“Correct!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“OWOWOWOWOWW!! Mommie! Help! Mommie!” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+72SP)

I finally stepped aside, and directed Gretchen to crouch in front of the spoiled intern’s ass.

Gloria was bawling like a little baby. It was time to get the plug out.

Gretchen was a little put off by the job, to say the least, but she knew it had to be done. First she touched it very gently, trying to remove it with the most caring touch.

Not possible. It was locked up tight in Gloria’s virginal asshole.

Gretchen tried several times. She had to up her strength each time.

Gloria’s constant, increasing crying wasn’t making it any easier either.

Eventually she had to pull real hard, so hard that it made Gloria wince hard as the black state-of-the-line plug came out of her ass with a pop.

Gretchen tried getting up, but I held her down.

“Good work, mommy. Now kiss the baby’s bottom better.”

Gretchen didn’t dare question her master, but she still had to steel herself for a few seconds before complying to my perverted demand.

MWAH.

Gloria’s left cheek looked really interesting now.

It was filled with my red handprints and Gretchen’s kissy lipstick.

A real work of art, almost.

Gretchen looked up at me, waiting for my next order.

“Alright then, little missy. You can go potty now.”

I slapped her ass one more time, which made her shoot up in shock once again.

Then she clumsily stepped over Gretchen as she ran towards one of the stalls like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did at this point.

Then she closed the door, and prepared for the happiest moment of her day.

I tried my best to ignore the sounds coming from the stall.

Gretchen stood next to me, holding the plug, still waiting for my next command.

“Clean it.”

An awkward silence filled the air.

She looked real depressed to hear that. She looked at the foul-smelling plug like it was poisonous. Nevertheless, she slowly lifted it closer and closer towards her face until-

“No, not like that you fucking pervert,” I mocked her. “Use the sink. I want your mouth clean for the rest of the day. I plan on using it.”

She let out a small, relieved sigh as she turned the faucet on and proceeded to wash the plug.

I just enjoyed the fact that I could’ve made her do that if I wanted to. No depths of depravity would be a stopping point for her anymore.

As Gretchen quickly finished the washing up, her phone beeped.

She took it out, and quickly read the message she received.

Then she slowly turned her head to me.

“Master… Mimi will be here in 2 hours.”

“Good.”

There was another awkward silence after that (if you ignored the sounds coming from Gloria’s stall). It was clear Gretchen wanted to say something more.

“Speak, ****. Now.”

“What… What are you planning… with her?”

She looked really worried about that particular question.

I grabbed Gretchen’s waist around my arm. She got a bit flustered from that.

“What? Why do you wanna know? You don’t like my surprises, slut?”

She was struggling to get words out.

“I… I do, it’s… she’s my… sister, and…”

“Remember your oath to me? Everything you are, everything you own is mine now?”

She silently nodded.

“So don’t say ‘my sister’ anymore. Okay? She belongs to me.”

Gretchen opened her mouth, but silence came out.

She was +100. There was no option for fighting back.

Finally Gloria came out. She looked really exhausted by her trip to the toilet. But also very satisfied.

Although the satisfaction didn’t last long. It ended as she saw my hand around Gretchen’s waist.

Her eyes were lazer focused on that.

When she got close enough, I ruffled her hair playfully.

“Good girl! You can go potty all by yourself. I’m proud of you.”

There was a small lackluster effort by her to remove my hand from her hair. “Stop, that’s not- it’s not that amaz- stop!”

How cute. She was a little embarrassed.

“I think you should thank mommy and daddy for helping you with this, don’t you think?”

She cringed at those titles, but didn’t say anything.

“Let’s start with me. Say ‘thank you daddy’. And give me a big ol’ kiss.”

She fidgeted in place, looking multiple times in Gretchen’s direction. Gretchen made sure to look away from us, it looked like Gloria would attack her if she didn’t.

“T-Thank you… dadd- daddy.”

I puckered up my lips, and waited for the girl to reach them herself.

When she did, I made sure it was no ordinary, familial kiss.

I grabbed her head and really slobbered into her mouth, playing tongue twister with hers and almost licking all of her teeth clean.

I’m sure the sight was disgusting. And it lasted for quite a while.

When I finally pushed her back, she seemed a little dazed.

And happy, for some reason.

She finally smiled a bit.

“Now. Do the same for your mommy.”

Gloria looked genuinely shocked. Her eyes went wide, and her face a little paler. She looked at her “mommy” with sneering disgust.

“But, I don’t wan-“

“Don’t be a disobedient little child. Thank your mommy and share a kiss with her.”

Gretchen and Gloria were finally **** to share a look with each other. It was delightfully awkward and hopeless.

“T-thank…” Gloria stopped.

For a moment it looked like she wasn’t ready to cross this line. Like she would just march out of the bathroom.

Then she looked at me, and seemed to weigh the negatives of making me mad or losing me from her life.

The way she looked up at me… It was almost like adoration.

She made up her mind, and turned back to Gretchen.

“Thank you, mommy.” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+74SP)

Then, slowly and awkwardly, she got nearer her boss.

As near as she could get without actually having to touch her or, God forbid, hug.

Still… I enjoyed the fact that their boobs were big enough so their nipples practically rubbed against each other as they got closer to each other’s face.

Then… Lips met lips. (GLORIA: +3SP) (+77SP)

The kiss sounded moist…

But it was short. So very short.

Gretchen looked at me. She saw the displeasure on my face.

She knew what I wanted. What my next order would have been.

So she wasted no time, lest my anger swell up again. She grabbed the young woman’s head, pulled her back against her own and really mushed their lips together.

“Hey, wha- MMF!” Gloria shouted as her boss’s tongue invaded her mouth.

Now this is everything I enjoyed in a kiss.

Two straight women doing lesbian lip service for my pleasure. With one of them struggling to get out of it, for dear life.

Gretchie wasn’t willing to let go, no matter what. She held on tight to her, really gurgling the tinier woman’s tongue in her mouth and slobbering all over her, lipsticks smearing all over their pretty little faces.

Gloria tried even punching her. But Gretchen wasn’t out of her game, and stopped the oncoming fist. After that… it was a slaughter.

Gloria just had to take it. For a full minute.

Nice.

Gave me good time to film the whole thing.

Then, sadly, Gretchen was getting out of breath as well and finally let the girl go.

Gloria was so stunned and exhausted by now, that she just fell on the ground, landing on her freshly-spanked ass.

“OW! You bitch!”

“ENOUGH!” I thundered, immediately stopping the tirade Gloria was ready to go on. “You don’t call her bitch. You call her mommy. And only mommy. From now on. And me… I’m your daddy. Don’t you ever dare call us anything else.”

Gloria was too tired to argue. She looked sweaty and defeated.

“Now. Me and your mommy have things to do. Come on little missy. We need to plug you up before we go.”