Hello everyone,
First off Happy Sunday. I hope you're all doing well. I want to say thank you to my 49 followers. I am incredibly grateful.
Secondly, Here are the Major Points that need to be understood for the STORY. If you know this well, then please jump to the Warnings: section below.
~ THIS STORY IS NOT SEXUAL AGE PLAY! The girls are NOT little girls. They are NOT little girls. You can act young without being a little one. I work with twenty seven year old women who have three year old tantrums, on a regular daily basis, because they didn't get their way. They whine and complain and literally throw a tantrum. The girls in this story DO NOT go into a different mind set, they just act like younger girls and in this case, it's only when they need comfort. So let's go with the statement that sex or sexual games will not be used for comfort. I know this isn't making sense, but I don't know how to phrase it any other way.
~ NONE of the girls will have sex with Will or Shelby. The training they have, may result in them having orgasm, but they are NOT HAVING SEX with their Master or Mistress, BECAUSE they call them Mama and Daddy at times. Again, NO SEX between, the pets and the Master/Mistress. Any sex the pets have will be with each other or other members of the circle. Any sex Will and Shelby have, for this story, will be with each other. For this story, Sex is defined as Consensual meeting of genitalia between two people.
~ THIS STORY IS A/U. Rachel is NOT Shelby's daughter. Again, Rachel is NOT Shelby's child. I WILL put this up in the warnings when the two of them start interacting more. She WILL eventually call her Mama, as the other girls do now, but it's a term of endearment/safety, NOT BECAUSE it's her true mother. Rachel is NOT Shelby's biological child.
~ The four girls did NOT go to school together. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana came to know each other and form a tight trio approximately a year ago. Rachel will be added to their little trio as the story goes on.
~ For this story, sexual orientation doesn't matter. Sex is just sex, the story is more about the lifestyle and the relations between the Masters/Mistresses and their pets, and not at all about who they're having sex with.
Warnings:
~ Flashbacks are in Italics and it's disjointed right now, but it will all be clear later (assuming I write this correctly).
~ Bruce explains the very beginnings of the circle rules/regulations to Rachel
~ We learn how attached the girls are to their Miss/Sir or Mama/Daddy.
~ Rachel is STILL in her medically induced coma.
Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand.
Thanks for reading.
Be well friends
The car ride to the hospital was tense. Quinn was bawling in the back seat. Partially from pain, and partially because she didn't want to go to the hospital, and when she was sick, she wanted her Daddy. Shelby was the one who went though, because Will tended to pacify the girls' emotional states, but he wasn't very stern with them, when they were sick. Shelby on the other hand, was bit firmer with them. She catered to their needs, just as he did, but when she said something was going to happen, it happened.
Terri used her car phone to call into the hospital. She needed a scrub team, an O.R., and an anesthesiologist. Quinn heard all this somehow and continued to wail. "I want Daddy!" Quinn cried.
"Terri, can I lay her on her stomach?" Shelby asked.
"I wouldn't. I don't want her to accidentally rupture. She needs an appendectomy," Terri said.
Shelby sighed and pulled Quinn into her arms. "Daddy!" Quinn wailed.
"I know baby, I know," Shelby said gently and she rubbed Quinn's back and patted her bottom firmly. She wanted to do something that would snap Quinn out of her hysterical state and a gentle spanking usually did the trick. It worked better if she was over Shelby's knee, but that wasn't an option at the moment. So she kept her tight against her and when they pulled up to the E.R. doors, Terri ordered a wheelchair and Quinn was placed in it.
"MAMA!" Quinn wailed, tears pouring down her face and Shelby got in front of her quickly. She took her face in both her hands and looked her dead in the eye.
"Quinnie," she said firmly. "Listen to Mama," she told her and it was her Mistress voice. Even Terri knew the difference. "Quinnie, it's okay, you're okay. You hurt now, but Aunt Terri is going to take care of that for you. No more screaming, do you understand?" she asked her as the young girl hiccuped and nodded her understanding. "Very good," Shelby praised. "Now listen to me. I know you're scared, but I'm right here and Aunt Terri wouldn't bring you here if you weren't going to be kept safe. So no more screaming. It's okay to be scared, but the nurse is going to take you to a room and Aunt Terri will meet you there. When you wake up, I will be right beside you, do you understand?" she asked her. Quinn nodded sadly and Shelby smiled. "Very good my love, very good girl," she praised her and with a last quick kiss, the orderly holding the wheel chair whisked Quinn away to surgery to be prepped and put under.
"Hey," Terri said seriously. "Look at me. She is fine. She is safe and in good hands. My hands. We aren't blood, I can work on her, and I will. She's going to have to stay for a few hours, but I should have you out of here, baring any complications and I won't know what those are, until I see what's happened inside, okay?" Terri said. She knew Shelby was freaking out.
Shelby nodded and gave Terri a hug. "Take care of my baby, and I'll call home and tell Will what's going on," she said. Terri nodded, and left the room. As soon as she was out of sight, Shelby pulled out her cell phone and called home. This had been a very long day and she wasn't entirely sure she could handle much more.
"Daddy!" Santana cried the second he emerged from his office and Brittany was trying to glue herself to his side. Santana threw herself at Will and held on tightly. "Mama's gone," she cried.
"Shhh," Will soothed pulling her close and rubbing her back. "Shhh, it's okay Sanny," he soothed her. "Mama just took Quinnie to the hospital, that's all. Quinnie is very sick, so Aunt Terri has to make her better, that's all baby," he said and Santana shook her head no and continued to cry. She was pretty worked up and with dinner sitting heavy in her stomach, she turned and vomited on the floor, falling to her knees from the force. Will quickly turned Brittany around so she didn't see it. Brittany was a sympathetic vomiter and he didn't want to clean up two messes.
Frank stood up and gently guided Brittany into the kitchen. He had her sit down and got her a glass of ginger ale, sitting with her and coaxing her to drink slowly, while Will took Santana upstairs and Karen kindly cleaned up the mess.
Santana was hysterical at this point. Her Mama left her. Her sister was gone, and her bottom still hurt from earlier in the day. "Shh, you're okay baby, let's calm down," he said. It wasn't even eight o'clock, but it was now Santana's bed time. She was too distressed to even think about staying up. He got her undressed and she squealed softly and covered her body, suddenly embarrassed that he was seeing her naked. This was also the same girl, who would lie completely bare over her Master's lap while he took her temperature, or teased her to orgasm, or spanked her playfully. He didn't fault her though. She wasn't in a good state of mind at the moment.
"Mama!" Santana cried.
"I know baby, I know, it's okay. Daddy's right here and Mama will be back shortly, I promise." The girls were not little ones on a normal basis. When they were sick or scared, then they absolutely were. He helped her into the tub and got her washed down, and she threw up twice more. At least she was in the tub and it could be cleaned up easily. He got her bathed and then pulled her out wrapping her in her towel, before taking her into the bedroom. He got her into her pajama top and a pair of panties before moving her to her lounge chair.
Each of the girls had a similar set up. Queen sized bed, flat screen tv mounted on the wall, DVR box on a dresser across from the bed, a book case that was filled with any books of the girls' choosing, and in the corner nearest a window, a lounge chair. The color schemes were different in every room, but that chair was key. That chair was the safest place in their bedroom. Cuddles, kisses, and a great deal of reassurance happened in that chair. Will guided Santana to the large chair, sat down first and pulled her into his lap, not at all surprised when she didn't fight him and snuggled in as close as she could. She wasn't gasping for air anymore, which was a good sign. "Sanny baby, what book should we read?" he asked and she shook her head no. She wasn't sure she wanted to read. "No? Nothing?" Will asked her gently and he frowned. "Are you sure Sanny? Are you sure you don't want Daddy to ready you a story?" he tried and she nodded. She just needed him to hold her, but he knew her mind was wandering, because she couldn't seem to calm down. "Alright baby, alright, Daddy's going to pick a book then," he told her and he looked over and saw the Where's Waldo Book she had. He picked it up and opened it for her. "Let's look baby girl. Can you help Daddy find Waldo?" he tried.
"Mama and Quinnie," she said pitifully and Will sighed. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf.
He gathered Santana closer in his arms and she melted into them. He began singing softly to her, to help keep her calm and then he felt her grow heavy in his arms. She was fighting sleep, whimpering for her Miss and her sister. She needed them with her, home, in the same house. She wasn't sure either of them were coming back now.
Downstairs, Brittany had been moved to the couch and was holding the phone tight to her body. As soon as it rang, she looked at the caller ID and cried while she answered the phone. "Mama!" she cried. "I checked the caller ID. I'm sorry Mama, please come home. Sanny's sick," she told her.
"Shhh, calm down Bree, listen to Mama, just breathe baby girl. Nice and slow. In and out, stay calm, so we can figure things out baby," she said.
"Come home Mama. Please," Brittany pleaded.
"I want to baby girl, I do, but I have to wait for Quinnie to be done with her procedure and then we'll know when we can come home," Shelby said.
"No, Sanny's sick. Come home now Mama. We need you," Brittany pleaded.
"Shhh," Shelby said kindly through the phone and it was killing her. All she wanted to do was hold her baby girl and she couldn't. "Bree, sweetheart, listen to Mama," Shelby tried and Brittany hiccuped. "Shhh, breathe baby, where's Daddy?"
"With Sanny, she's sick Mama, come home!" Brittany cried, tears coming faster and Frank sighed.
"It's Dad, Shel," he said having pressed the speaker button. Brittany was a wreck and there was no way, she was going to make much sense at the moment.
"You're still there? Is Sanny really sick?"
"They're worked up darling," Frank said, trying to calm his daughter. "What's happening with Quinnie?" he asked.
"They took her up to the operating room. She needs an appendectomy and baring any complications we should be home within a few hours," Shelby sighed.
"Mama!" Brittany cried in the background.
"Where's Will?" Shelby asked, not quite understanding the whole picture.
"He took Santana up to bed. She got sick, because she's so worked up, but she's calming down. He said he was going to put her to bed," Frank said.
Shelby knew her girls. That wasn't going to work. She also knew Will was trying, because he knew the girls too. He was giving it his best effort to keep them home. They didn't do well in hospitals. If they were this hysterical at home, Shelby knew it would be worse at the hospital. "Mama, Sanny is sick please come home," Brittany pleaded, fresh tears flowing down her face.
"Sanny isn't sick anymore Bree," Will said from the stairs and he quickly moved over to his little girl, pulling her into his arms. "Hey babe, how are you fairing?" he asked.
"Ask me when I'm back home. What happened to Sanny?"
"You know what happened. You left, Quinnie left, and she flipped out. I got her upstairs, into a shower, in pajamas, and in bed. She's sleeping as we speak," he said calmly and Shelby seemed to relax at that. Will had a calmness to his voice, that gave her peace. He had that in-control, Master is in charge, knight in shining armor voice, and it calmed Shelby to some degree.
"Bree, listen to Mama," Shelby said seriously.
"Mama, Sanny's sick, please come home," she begged.
"Sanny isn't sick baby, she got sick, but only because she is scared and if you aren't careful the same is going to happen to you," Shelby warned her. "I want you to stay calm and stay with Daddy, do you understand?" Shelby asked her firmly and Brittany nodded.
"I've got them babe, just stay with Quinnie, and as soon as you know more, text me, I'm going to try and get her to bed as well," he said and Shelby was only slightly surprised when there was no argument. But it made her realize more, how upset her girls were. They hated being separated and they hated hospitals. It was not the best way for anyone to start the weekend.
"I love you all," Shelby said. "Bree, be a good girl for Daddy and I will be home soon," Shelby told her and Brittany simply nodded into his chest.
"Be safe love," Will said and they hung up. "Come on Bree, let's go baby girl. We're going to go, upstairs, and get ready for bed, just like Sanny okay?"
"Sanny's sick, Mama has to come home," Brittany cried.
"Shhh, Sanny's okay baby, I promise. Why don't we go up and see her okay?" he bargained gently. "Come on, let's say good night to Grandma and Grandpa," Will coaxed and Brittany whined softly and buried her face in his shoulder.
"It's okay son," Frank said quickly. He could see how worked up she was, and he could only guess how bad Santana had been. "We'll wait down here for Shelby and Quinnie to come home. Go take care of your girls," he said kindly.
Will nodded gratefully and guided Brittany out of the room. He did the same thing with her that he did with Santana. Shower, pajamas, story, bed. Brittany actually chose her story though. She had a small series collection of adult baby girls and their Daddies. The spankings were her favorite part, because just like in the books, her Miss and Sir gave her mountains of comfort as well, but it was always nicer when someone else got the spanking. Will didn't even make it through three pages, before Brittany fell asleep in his lap.
Two hours had gone by and in that time, Terri had come out to talk to Shelby. "Everything went fairly well. It's a good thing you didn't put her over your knee in the car. It ruptured as we took it out. She is perfectly fine, but I want to keep her here for observation, so we can monitor for infection. If she's good by morning, I will release her," Terri explained.
"Ugh, this day and this evening are just too long," Shelby sighed and then she took a deep breath and collected herself. 'Okay," she said on the exhale. "So where can I stay?"
"At home, in your bed, with your husband and your girls," Terri told her. Shelby was about to reply, but her cell phone went off and a page for Dr. Schuster to report to the second floor, went off at the same time.
"Go," Shelby told her kindly giving her a quick kiss to her cheek.
"I'm serious Shelby, go home! Quinn's going to be out for a good seven or so hours," she called running down the hallway. Shelby nodded and waved and then she answered her phone. "Hello?"
"Mama!" Santana cried.
"Oh, Sanny baby, it's okay," Shelby cooed and she heard it. There was no way, anyone in her house was sleeping if they weren't all together. They were just too stressed out. "Sanny, it's okay sweetheart, I'm still here at the hospital, but Quinnie is going to be sleeping for a very long time, so Mama's going to come home," Shelby said gently.
"No Mama, I'm sick. I have to come there. I need Aunt Terri to fix me too," Santana said in the darkened room. Her voice wasn't that quiet though and Will heard her through the monitor that was in his room. They'd had about a three hour nap, which was better than nothing.
"Santana, you shouldn't tell fibs about being sick baby," Shelby scolded gently. Her girls never lied about being sick. They lied about not being sick. If one of them was even possibly coming down with a cold, they would try to hide it. Now Santana was blatantly asking for a hospital stay.
"Santana, why aren't you in bed baby," Shelby heard Will say kindly.
"Daddy, I'm sick, take me to the hospital. It hurts everywhere," she cried. It probably did hurt everywhere. Santana was one big raw nerve ending at the moment.
"Who's on the phone baby? Who did you call?" he asked her with only a half stern tone. She was so distraught, he didn't have the heart to scold her properly.
"Mama," she answered honestly. "Please Daddy, take me, I'm sick," she insisted.
"Shhh, come here love," he said and he pulled her into his arms and took the phone to talk to his wife. "It's me," he said.
"They don't say they are sick, ever, which is usually how we end up in this mess, so you tell me what you would like to do. I know they are scared, but we know from past experience, it's worse if they are kept apart by force for too long and Quinn won't be released until the morning at the earliest," Shelby said.
"What? Why? Terri said it was a simple in and out deal," Will said and Shelby sighed.
"I was just about to text you and let you know that her appendix ruptured upon removal. They want to make sure she's not showing any signs of infection. She's in recovery now and completely knocked out. I think your sister did that on purpose."
"She cheats, she has drugs," Will joked.
"Well that may be, but at least the love that I'm with is asleep," she said, teasing him slightly
"Rub it in," he laughed.
"I can be home in twenty minutes. Terri practically ordered me out of the hospital, my concern is what's going to happen when they realize that Quinn isn't with me," she said.
"We will figure that out when you get here. It's two and two. I'm sure it'll be okay," he said.
"You're much too optimistic," she said. "Let me talk to Sanny please," she said.
He kept Santana close and handed her the phone back. "Talk to Mama baby," he said.
"Mama, I am sick, I am, please let me come there," she pleaded.
"Shhh, take a breath love. You are going to stay home with Daddy and Mama will be there as soon as traffic allows, I promise okay?" she asked gently.
"No, Mama, I'm sick," she cried.
"I'll be home soon baby girl. Rest with Daddy till I get there. I love you," she told her and she hung up and Santana held tighter to Will and cried.
"It's okay Sanny. Mama will be home soon, and then we can all cuddle together in bed," Will told her and she simply held on tighter to him. She felt sick. She felt like she needed to be at the hospital with Quinn. She felt her world spinning out of control and so she gripped on to her Sir as tightly as she could, afraid to let go, even just to release her hold slightly.
In the hospital, one of the nurse's found Shelby and smiled. "Ms. Corcoran. Quinn is in room three, shall I set up a cot for you? Dr. Schuster says you're probably staying the night against her orders," she said.
"Thank you, but no, I'm headed home, like she said to do. My other children are rather upset and need me too," she said simply. "Dr. Schuster said Quinn will be asleep for a while yes?" she asked.
"Yes, with her medication and anesthesia she won't be awake till morning. Six o'clock at the earliest," the nurse said.
"I will see you, or the staff at quarter of then. Please call me, if there is a problem during the night," she said. The nurse nodded and Shelby left. As she was leaving there was an announcement that went out over the loud speakers. "Bruce Miller to the second floor. Bruce Miller, second floor, Room twelve please," the announcer said and Shelby forced herself to forget it. Her pets were more important, and it was probably one of the community pets, who had food poisoning, or got something stuck inside them during a sex-capade. The male pets were famous for that. She remembered one of the boys had gotten a lollipop stuck inside him and for two other boys it was a pez candy dispenser.
She left the hospital, got in the car and drove the short distance home, working furiously to get it out of her head that Bruce Miller had been paged at the hospital. She pulled into the driveway and saw her parents car gone, but the lights in the living room were blazing. She took a heavy sigh and walked into the house, not at all surprised when Brittany came flying at her, wrapped herself around her Mistress and didn't let go.
"Brittany Susan!" Will scolded. He'd been scolding her since he'd hung up with Shelby. She threw a tantrum about not going to the hospital, she screamed when Shelby's parents left, she ran into the street to chase after them, and she tried to bite Will when he went after her and carried her back into the house, kicking and screaming. Santana on the other hand was as good as gold. It also probably helped that she'd recently been slippered.
"You stop right now young lady," Shelby scolded her seeing how annoyed her husband looked, but she held Brittany tight against her. She was trembling.
"Mama!" she cried.
Santana stood back against the hall closet, also trembling, and Shelby looked at her husband. "I will take Sanny with me, and you can go into the bathroom with her," she told him.
"Bree, let's go," he told her.
"No, I'm staying with Mama," she said.
Will leaned in close and made sure that the only two people who heard him were Brittany and Shelby. "You are coming with me and you are going to be spanked for not listening. You do not throw tantrums, you do not run into the street in the middle of the night and you definitely don't try to bite me," he said.
Shelby's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. This was not typical behavior for any of her girls. "Go," she said seriously and she passed her over carefully.
"Mama!" Brittany cried.
"No. You do not get to act so naughty in a span of twenty minutes and think there are no consequences for that. I will see you when you and Daddy are done," she told her seriously. Will guided her into a hallway bathroom, shut the door, locked it and Shelby looked over to see Santana shaking. "Come here, Sanny," she said seriously and Santana forced herself not to run. As soon as she was close, she threw herself at her Miss and held on tight.
"I didn't lie Mama, I'm sick. I need to be at the hospital too," she said, tears instantly falling.
"Yeah?" Shelby asked her, rubbing her back and kissing her temple as well as her neck and cheek. Santana needed comfort and a lot of it at the moment, so while it probably wasn't the best moment for sweet little kisses, Shelby still gave it to her. She knew how to control her pets quickly if need be. "Where my love? What's hurting you?" she asked.
Santana snuggled into her Miss and rubbed her stomach. It hurt, but it didn't hurt because she was sick. It hurt because she was worried. This was not new. They'd dealt with this in the first six weeks of them living together. Santana would get worked up and bound up and her stomach would hurt her a great deal. As soon as she relaxed and went to the bathroom she was fine. "Okay baby girl, shhh, calm down. What do you think we should do. Should we get you admitted and give you a work up?" Shelby offered.
"If you have to, okay," Santana said and Shelby smiled giving her a few kisses.
"How about we wait until morning when we go get Quinnie. In the meantime, we'll go upstairs and Mama will give you a quick look over okay? If it's still really bad and you want to be admitted, we will admit you and have the professionals look you over okay?" she offered. Santana nodded and didn't let go. In the bathroom, Brittany yelped and they heard it outside. "How many pets do I have Sanny?" Shelby asked her. She knew this was also part of the reason, Santana didn't feel well. The anxiety that she would be sent away, was just too much today. "How many baby girl?" she pressed.
"Three," Santana hiccuped.
"Yes. Mama and Daddy have three wonderful girls, that we love very much. So right now, Mama and Sanny are going to go up to the master bedroom. I will look you over to make sure you don't need to be admitted to the hospital. Daddy is going to stay here with Bree for a while and when they're done, they'll come join us in bed," she told her and Santana nodded reluctantly. She didn't want to be separated from anyone any more, but being in her Mama's arms wasn't a terrible thing. It felt a little bit safe.
In the bathroom, Will was holding Brittany in front of him, by her shoulders, while he sat on the toilet seat. There was enough space that she would fit over his lap without touching the walls on either side of her. They are coming down now Brittany," he told her.
"Daddy no!" she cried.
"Absolutely yes," he told her seriously and he pushed her underwear to her ankles and put her over his lap. Once she was secure, he started spanking her. It wasn't too hard at first, but it was going to get there. She would definitely have a red bottom when they were finished. "I am very disappointed Brittany. I understand you are upset, but that is no excuse for you to misbehave as much as you did," he scolded as he continued to spank her. Finally, her bottom was red enough and he stood her up and she went to hug him, but he stopped her. "No," he said and she started to cry harder. They always got comfort after a punishment. "You will go stand in the corner right now," he said pointing to it and she looked at him. "Go. Right now, as you are, pants down, no rubbing, corner, five minutes," he said. He wanted to make it ten, but she was much too upset at the moment to prolong it any more than five. He would feel lucky if she stayed for five.
She went to the corner and stood there crying and she went to rub her sore body, but stopped herself and Will let out a sigh of relief, thinking he'd finally gotten through to her. Five minutes was an agonizing long time and when it was finally over Will called Brittany to him and she shook her head and cried a little harder. Will was patient with her. He knew she was scared, so he didn't yell.
"Bree, it's just Daddy, it's okay to come back. I know you want cuddles. You deserve them for listening. Come here," he told her and she shook her head again and he heard what was making her so upset. "Alright sweetheart, just listen. Mama and Sanny are upstairs. I can absolutely help you or I can go sit with Sanny and Mama will come in with everything you need okay?" he asked her.
"I'm sorry Daddy," she cried.
"It's okay baby, you don't have to be sorry, and Mama isn't going to punish you again. This part was not your fault," he assured her. When you and Mama come out of the bathroom, I will give you lots of cuddles while we sit in bed and cuddle and rest," he told her. He stood up, left the door to the bathroom open and headed upstairs. "We need to switch," he said and he said it in his Master voice, which tipped her off that something wasn't quite right. She went to move and he stopped her. "You'll need to get a washcloth and new pajamas for her," he said.
She nodded and gave Santana a kiss. "Stay with Daddy baby. Bree and I will be right back," she said and she went into the linen closet, and Brittany's room, gathering what she needed, before going down to the bathroom. "Oh my sweet Bree, come here love," she said when she was in the room. Brittany turned around and just sobbed. Shelby gathered her close and rubbed her back. "I know baby, I know, it's okay," she assured her and she dropped the wash cloth into the sink, ran warm water over it and carefully had Brittany lay down on the floor. "You're okay sweetheart, it's okay, I'm right here and I'll help you clean up," Shelby told her.
"Daddy's mad," she hiccuped.
"Shhh, Daddy not mad. No one is mad. It was an accident," she assured her, and she had her lay on her back and keep her hips up. Shelby could help her change, Will couldn't. Brittany was still shy about her body in front of Will when it came to this particular situations. Shelby didn't wear the same concerned look on her face when it came to cleaning Brittany up, where as Will did have that look and Brittany mistook that for disappointment. Shelby got rid of her wet pajamas and panties, and then ran the warm wash cloth over Brittany's crotch, thighs, and bottom, to help her feel clean. She had her stand up and wait a few minutes before she put on clean clothes.
"I don't want diapers, I'm not a baby," Brittany cried.
"No, you are not a baby, and no one is putting you in diapers," Shelby assured her. Several weeks ago, while on a play date, it got to be a bit too much for Brittany and she got so scared, that she peed herself. She'd forgotten to say Apples and the game was too much for her. The pet she was playing with was higher ranked and ran to tell Shelby that Brittany should be in diapers, because she couldn't control her bladder. Those words had stuck with Brittany and it took two full days to convince Brittany that wasn't going to happen. "Bree, look at me. Why do you say Mama and Daddy?"
"Cause it's comfortable," she said wiping the back of her hand over her eyes.
"And why do I call you my baby?"
"Because I'm still new, and you say I'm cute and cuddly and you love me," Brittany answered.
"Do you believe me when I say those things?" Brittany nodded. Brittany and her sisters believed almost everything their Miss and Sir told them. If they were feeling insecure, it was much harder to convince Quinn and Santana. The trust that they were loved, was there. The security that they were "normal" in choosing a lifestyle like this, was not. "So then if Mama says no diapers, it's no diapers. The only thing we force you to take is punishments, and it's only because you earned them," Shelby explained to her. Brittany nodded and fell in for a hug. Shelby kept her close and rubbed her back for a while. "Now, let's go upstairs to be with Daddy and Sanny and cuddle until morning," Shelby said.
Bruce ran from the cafeteria to the second floor, to room twelve and stopped just shy of the door. He collected himself and then smiled at Terri. "They weren't supposed to page you Mr. Miller. I'm very sorry to make you run through the hospital," Terri smiled, speaking kindly as she looked up and then turned to her intern. "I want her medication changed to this," she said handing him the clip board. "Come in Mr. Miller. You can sit with her and talk with her if you like," Terri said.
"Can she even hear me?" he asked curiously and the monitors started to go a little crazy.
"Yes, she can," Terri smiled. "I have her drugged, but she is still processing things around her. She absolutely hears you," she assured him. "I was thinking that perhaps you could come in, talk to her, and explain to her, all the details of your little circle. Explain the various safety rules that are put in to place and reassure her that you and I and the police are doing everything we can to catch the two men who did this to her," Terri said. Bruce nodded and Terri smiled. "Rachel, this is Dr. Schuester. I'm going to leave you with Mr. Bruce Miller. He is a very safe man and all he's going to do is talk to you. I will be back to check on you both in a little while," Terri said.
"You're leaving?" Bruce asked and Terri giggled.
"She's not a bomb Bruce, she's just a sleeping young lady. Think of her like Courtney. She's just resting and sleeping and needs a story to help her stay relaxed," Terri smiled. "I'll be back to check on you all later. I want to go check on another patient," she said and excused herself from the room, standing just outside the door. She would be around if he needed her.
"Okay Rachel, so my name is Bruce Miller. I don't want you to be afraid of me. I'm just going to sit here and talk to you. Dr. Schuester thinks that this will help with your healing process and she's done a lot of work in healing therapies as well as the surgery she does. Let's see. First I think we'll start with the basics. You are currently in Overlook Central, under the watch of Dr. Terri Schuester. She was the surgeon they called in especially for you. She is the best surgeon in this hospital and a good friend of mine," Bruce said.
He continued to talk to the sleeping body and Terri smiled. Bruce was amazing with the pets of the circle. He was also good with anyone who walked into his establishment, looking to play. He made sure to treat everyone fairly and with respect, but he also demanded the same in return. He was a good leader and Terri felt comfortable, leaving the two of them to 'talk' about what was going to happen. Bruce was big about laying out game plans for people, so she knew he would do the same for Rachel.
"I feel like I should tell you about how I run my circle before I tell you about anything else," Bruce explained. "My first and main concern is safety. Every member of my circle exercises the measures I put in place to ensure everyone's safety. If those factors are not followed and someone is injured, then they are asked to leave my circle. I've only had to do that once. She left many years ago and has never been heard from since. Let's start with colors. That seems simple. I have levels and each level is attached to a color. Green is the start, because anything new is usually green right?" he asked kindly gently brushing her hair out of her eyes. "There's a saying, called green around the gills. It usually refers to someone being sick or someone being new at something, at least that's how I was taught. It probably doesn't mean that at all. Some phrases are absolutely ridiculous," he babbled to her. "Anyway, we start with green. Green is for the newbies, in this case you would be a newbie. Green is also for the babies. Now, I don't know how much you do and don't know, and what you can and can't hear from me, but Terri says you can hear so you get the entire lecture. Babies in our circle are not actual babies. Babies are the age players. Currently we only have two little girls, they are both in their twenties, but they age play around two or three. They are incredibly shy and scared, and still learning the ropes. What happens in their house with their 'parents', so to speak, is their business, however when there are parties or gatherings or they come to my establishment for a play session, green means the only punishment that is allowed to be handed out is a spanking or a time out. With these girls they usually only need time outs. You would be a green level, should you decide to stay and for you, the punishment, only when you earn one, would be a spanking or a time out.
From green, we move into blue. Blue levels are expected to have a little bit more responsibility. They are expected to treat every circle member with respect. Beyond that, they are required to take a written and physical test. The physical test is going through a session of my choosing. In my circle, I require everyone, master, mistress, and pet to have a safe word and when that word is called the session stops. To move from green to blue, the written test must have a passing grade of one hundred percent. They are to learn everyone's safe word and then when they go through their physical session, they are required to tell me the words and who they belong to when I ask. This task is usually much more difficult due to the fact that they are being stimulated to orgasm. I do this for two reasons. First they have to remember their own safe word and if I push them past their comfort zone, they are to call it. They are also made to remember everyone else's safe word, because when that word is called, no matter who is in charge, the game being played stops. However when you are caught up in the excitement of a situation, sometimes you don't pay attention to everything around you and that makes things much more dangerous. I am going to tell you now, as I tell everyone else. Calling your safe word, does not mean you're weak. It means that you just weren't ready. Some people will never be okay with something. I test for level changes as many times as necessary and there is a list of the games that people are and aren't comfortable with. I believe in soft limits, and hard limits, and in my world, no means no, and anyone who lives in my world, who does not respect that, is asked to leave," he said. "You my dear girl, from what I know of your story. You should have been able to stop the game you were playing," he told her.
He cleared his throat and then continued. "Blues have a unique punishment when it comes to misbehaving. Every color after green does to be honest. With blue, we start working on your sexual responses after a punishment. We, the members of my circle, and you as well, start to learn what part of punishment you like and what part you don't. So for example, if a blue level pet, and they usually are pets, misbehaves, then they would be spanked, just as they were at the green level, however instead of being sent to a time out place where they can think, they would remain where they were and we would start playing with them in order to excite them. What usually happens is they are brought to a state of excitement and then left frustrated for a while. I don't believe in leaving pets sexually frustrated for more then twenty minutes, just so you know. So after a spanking, they are worked up to a small frenzy and then left in that sexually frustrated state for no more than twenty minutes, and they are to remain with the Master or Mistress who brought them to that place. They are not to whine, complain, or touch themselves. If they are found doing any of those things, then they are usually given a quick smack with a ruler to their thighs. Rulers are firm and the sting leaves a remembrance and the thighs are a rather delicate and sensitive area. It is a punishment after all. I do however think I've told you enough about levels. You were injured and mistreated and I don't think you should be hearing about any further levels.
I know you don't know me and probably don't believe me, but I run a caring circle Rachel, and you are now in my care so that you can heal properly and choose what you want. I know that you may not want to be in this lifestyle anymore and that's okay. It's also okay if you want to remain in it. But the decision will be yours. You'll be staying with me, once you are out of the hospital for a while. You'll use that time to make your decision and you will be treated as if you are a green level pet. You will have responsibilities and doctor's orders to carry out and should you not do what you are asked, there will be consequences. Every action under my care will have a consequence. If you behave you will be rewarded, if you don't, there will be a consequence for that. What I can promise you is that no one, in my circle, will ever be this cruel to you ever again. No one deserves that," he told her.
"Mr. Miller," a nurse said from the doorway. "Visiting hours are about to be over," she said kindly.
"Yes, thank you," he said. She nodded, smiled, and left him alone. She knew he would follow the rules. "Alright Rachel, they are kicking me out for now. I'm going to go home and you are going to stay here and rest. I want you to remember two things," he said. "First, I want you to know that I promise to look out for your safety and well being for as long as you would like me to. Secondly I want you to know that we will find the men who did this to you and get them taken care of. You are a beautiful girl and deserve to have the life you want and be happy. I believe that for everyone," he said. "Sleep well little one," he told her and then kissed her forehead and walked, with a heavy heart to his car. He got in, shut the door, put on his seat belt and cried. It had been a rather stressful evening for him and his heart broke for the girl with the damaged body. She brought back too many memories of Brian, and Bruce didn't want that happening again.
Shelby had set the alarm for four thirty. She was going to get to the hospital before Quinn woke up. Her love had asthma and they were lucky they were able to keep it at bay the night before. One more upheaval to Quinn's sense of security and the girl would be on restricted movement and using her inhaler for a week. She carefully slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. She took a quick shower, got into a pair of jeans and an old black t-shirt, before opening the bathroom door, to find Brittany sitting on the the floor, laced fingers over her eyes, leaving just enough space for soft light to filter through. She looked up at Shelby and gave the best pathetic look she could muster up. Shelby smiled gently and knelt down to Brittany's level, being sure to keep her voice quiet.
"What's up my baby Bree?" she asked her in a whisper.
"Mama, I have to come with you. To see Quinnie. Please, I want to be there for her," she pleaded.
"Shhh," Shelby said kindly. "Are you sure my love? Is there something else you want to tell me that's going on with your body at the moment?" she pressed gently.
"There's a stabbing pain over my eye," she said softly.
Shelby frowned and used both her hands to cover Brittany's eyes. She was prone to migraines and wetting herself when she got super worked up. Last night was one of those times. She'd apparently cried so much that she worked the muscles of her face into a knot, which caused her a migraine. "How about Mama gets you back into bed with Daddy and Sanny and we put a warm cloth on your eyes. It'll help the pain and you can cuddle with them, for a little bit longer," Shelby said.
"But what about Quinnie?" Brittany asked a little louder. "Mama, she can't be alone," Brittany protested.
"And what am I? Chopped liver?" Shelby asked, with a slight tease to her tone, but in her state Brittany missed it. She immediately bowed her head and whimpered.
"I'm sorry I displeased you Miss," she said instantly. Shelby rolled her eyes, stood up and helped Brittany to her feet.
"You come with Mama little one," she said seriously. She guided Brittany to her own bedroom and had her lie down on her bed. "Lay down baby," she told her as she rummaged through her drawers to find loose but presentable clothes. Settling on a pair of black sweatpants and a pink tank top, she moved over to the top drawer, grabbed some underwear and got her pet dressed.
She got her dressed, took her hand and lead her back down the hall. "Lay down with Daddy and Sanny baby girl," she said kindly. There was no way she was going to be able to leave the house now, especially since Santana was starting to wake up with all the movement going on around her. Will on the other hand, he was still sound asleep. "Stay there Sanny, I'll be right back," Shelby told her seriously and she went to Santana's bedroom and got her a similar outfit. The same black sweat pants but a red tank top instead of a pink one.
She returned to the bedroom and Santana tried to sit up. "You're okay baby, lay down, I'll take care of it," Shelby told her kindly and she looked up to see Brittany curling up on Will's other side, drifting back to sleep for a little while, until Shelby said it was time to go.
"Are we going with you Mama?" Santana asked tiredly.
"Yes baby girl, you are. Stay here with Daddy, I have to get a few more things and then we can all go see Quinnie, so we're with her when she wakes up okay?" she asked her gently and Santana nodded. She cuddled back up to Will and Shelby smiled as she watched her husband cuddle two of their girls and her heart started to ache. She missed Quinn. It was terrible not having them all with her. She went into the kitchen and pulled several granola bars from the pantry, a few bottles of water, and then she looked in the cabinet for Brittany's migraine medication. She pulled that out as well, put it all in a small plastic bag and went back upstairs to find Will now awake and dressed and two very sleepy looking girls.
"Thought you were on your own there did you?" he asked her with a grin.
"Oh, I was waking your ass up regardless," she smiled.
"Come on girls. Let's get up and go see Quinnie," he told the other two softly, rubbing both of their backs and arms gently to help rouse them. Shelby stood back and watched. He was so gentle and so loving with the girls and it made her heart smile. Life wasn't perfect, or easy at times, but she couldn't complain. She had a beautiful family.
"Mama, make Quinnie have surgery at a better hour, this is too early," Brittany complained.
"I'll keep that in mind for future reference Bree, I promise," Shelby smiled and she took her hand and the two headed downstairs, while Will helped Santana stumble along through the house. They made it all the way to the car, put the girls in the back seat, buckled them in, got in the front seat and headed off to the hospital.
Both Santana and Brittany fell asleep in the short car ride over to the hospital and Shelby looked in the back seat. "I hate to wake them," she said.
"They can handle it. All they want is to be with Quinn anyway. They can be with her for a little while and then I'll take them to the club so they can help with inventory. Bruce is still expecting them as far as I know. At least this way, they are with us, they know what's going on and they get to see Quinn. She'll need to wake up fully before dealing with them anyway," he said and Shelby nodded her agreement.
"They just look so delicious back there. I hate disturbing them."
"You're supposed to think they look delicious, they're ours," he laughed and he got out of the car and shut the door a bit harder on purpose, just enough to rouse the girls slightly. Then he opened up the back door and knelt down. "Sanny baby, wake up love. We're going to go in and see Quinnie before work," he told her.
"Work?" she asked tiredly, opening her eyes, the smallest fraction of an inch possible, so she could at least pretend she was focusing like she was a good pet. She was supposed to focus at all times, but when she was heavy with sleep, when any pet was heavy with sleep, it was a little more difficult.
"Yes baby girl. You and Bree are signed up to do inventory at Master Miller's business today," he told her.
"Can we play with the stuff too maybe?" she asked with a playful grin.
"Come on cheeky," he smiled and pulled her out of the car and wrapped her in a hug. "I love you," he told her. "Are you feeling okay? Does anything still hurt from yesterday?" he asked.
"No, I'm okay Daddy," she assured him and she hugged him back just as tightly and then she ducked down a bit and tipped her chin up. so she was looking him in the eye. "I love you too," she smiled.
He kissed the middle of her forehead and the two cuddled for a moment, while Shelby argued with Brittany about getting out of the car. Brittany and Quinn were much more difficult to wake up. "Mama," Brittany whined.
"Bree, this is your first and last warning," Shelby said.
"I don't wanna go count stuff. I want to cuddle with you and Quinnie, my head hurts," she whined.
"You're bottom is about to start hurting too little girl, let's go," she said firmly and she took her hand and began leading her to the hospital entrance. Brittany tried to resist and dig in her heels, but two firm smacks on her behind from Shelby put a stop to it and so she turned her head in toward Shelby's shoulder, so she didn't have to see the bright sterile lights that filled the hospital. It was much too early to be this bright anywhere as far as Brittany was concerned.
They walked to Quinn's room and she was still sleeping. Terri was already in the room checking up on her patient and when Santana spotted her she ran to hug her. "Oooh, my girl," Terri said holding her tightly. "Were you a good girl for Mama and Daddy last night?" she asked gently, holding her tight, knowing that both Santana and Brittany had been very concerned and Santana had been punished earlier in the day, making her a little more clingy.
"I missed Quinnie a lot," she said. "Is she really okay?" she asked with concern.
"She is. She has no signs of infection and as soon as she wakes up, we'll check her vitals one last time and then she can go home," Terri said.
"What vitals? Can I help?" Santana asked. Shelby rolled her eyes, even at five in the morning, a groggy Santana was still a little pervert, who wanted to turn anything and everything into a sex game.
"No, you can not help. I'll have to kick you all out before we examine her," Terri said kindly and she kissed Santana's temple but kept her close. "Good morning Bree," she said kindly and Brittany left her head pressed into Will's chest and neck and simply turned her hand to wave. Light sucked right now. Terri raised an eyebrow and Will shook his head.
"Everything is fine, she's trying to keep a migraine at bay," he said. "And it is working, so for right now we're just standing like this," he said.
"You love every second you get of holding your girls," Terri smiled at him.
"Sanny, come over here and eat breakfast please," Shelby said to her and Santana did as asked. She sat on the floor at Shelby's feet and waited. "What are you doing baby? We're not at a party," Shelby said kindly, petting Santana's long dark silky hair.
"Practice, I guess," Santana reasoned and she opened her mouth and waited. At parties, the girls were not allowed to feed themselves, mainly because they would have sex games and then devour everything in sight, making themselves sick. Play dates worked almost the same way, depending on the Master and/or Mistress in charge, but on their own, Shelby and Will let the girls eat at their own pace.
"Are you sure sweetheart?" Shelby asked her.
"Mmm, I'm sleepy Mama," Santana said and she rested her head on Shelby's thigh and waited for food, or cuddles, or whatever Shelby wanted to do or give to her. It was just nice to be in the same room as a complete family, and in Santana's case, without a sore bottom. Shelby bent down and kissed the top of her head and then carefully fed her the granola bar, letting her take her own bites, while Shelby held the bar for her. "Mama, when is Quinnie gonna wake up?" she asked after she swallowed.
"Not for a while sweetheart. You'll be at inventory, by the time she does," she said.
"What? No!" Santana said immediately panicking. She had to be there when Quinn woke up.
"Shhh," Shelby said quickly and firmly. "Not so loud baby. What's the matter?"
"I have to talk to her before I go. I have to know she's okay," she pleaded.
"She's okay baby, she's right there, look," Shelby said kindly and Santana shook her head. It wasn't the same. She needed her awake. Sleeping Quinn was one thing, but having her awake and actually talking, to make sure that everything went okay during surgery, that was an entirely different story and Santana didn't want to leave, if she didn't know the entire story.
"Sanny," Terri said kindly. "I promise you sweetheart, that Quinnie is okay, she's just sleeping. We gave her a very powerful drug to help her stay asleep for as long as possible and it hasn't worn off yet. As soon as it does, which will be in about an hour, she will be wide awake and talking," Terri explained.
"Mama, please wake her up now, please," Santana begged.
Shelby sighed. Her girls did not do well in hospitals. "Baby, there's nothing I can do right now, but Quinn is going to be perfectly fine. Aunt Terri wouldn't have it any other way. You know that. Aunt Terri makes sure that you girls are looked after extremely well while you're here and all of her crew knows that if they mess with her, they will be looking for another job," Shelby explained.
"I don't want to do inventory without knowing she's awake, please Mama," Santana pleaded.
"You and Bree have a responsibility to follow through with sweetheart. You have to go, but maybe we can change who you go with. Daddy was supposed to take you originally, but I can go with you instead," she offered.
"What if something happens to Quinnie?" Santana asked.
"Then it's a very good thing she's in my hospital," Terri assured her young niece. She'd seen this in many patients family members before. She knew exactly what to do and say, to be sure that Santana knew Terri would take care of Quinn.
"How do you check her vitals?" Santana asked sharply.
"Santana Aurora," Shelby warned moving her one hand to Santana's lower back. "I know you want to protect your sisters, and I'm very glad that you do, but you will show respect or you will be spanked, understood?" she asked her seriously.
"Yes Miss," Santana said and she looked to Terri, waiting for an answer.
"Sanny, my love, I promise you that Quinnie is okay. Finish your breakfast and then come here, and I'll show you what all these numbers over here mean, okay?" she said and Santana nodded, carefully forcing the rest of the granola bar into her mouth but Shelby stopped her and gave her a warning look.
"You know much better little girl," she warned her. She helped her eat the granola bar slowly and then allowed her to go see Terri, giving her one firm smack, to send her on her way.
"Look Sanny," Terri said kindly and she kept her close, standing behind her, keeping one protective arm wrapped around Santana and she began to explain all the various numbers to her and Santana nodded along, asking soft questions to be sure she understood, but also to be respectful. Once she finished her explanation, Terri looked at the time. "Alright, one of the parents needs to stay and the other one needs to take my other two, relatively healthy nieces to the club to do inventory," Terri said.
"How did you know about that Aunt Terri?" Brittany asked.
"Because Aunt Terri is very smart. You girls only ever where black sweats and a tank when you go to the club, and because Mr. Miller was here earlier and we had a small conversation."
"Is he okay?" Will asked with concern.
"Oh yes, he's fine," Terri smiled. "Now, go on my loves, and I promise when you are done counting, you can go home and Quinnie will be there waiting for you," she said.
"Alright girls, hugs and kisses, let's go," Shelby said and Santana pouted. "No baby girl. You were just given a crash course on what's going to happen with your sister. Daddy is staying behind. Quinnie will be well looked after and very safe. You will see her at home, when you and Bree are done counting for Master and Mistress Miller," Shelby said.