Happy Saturday everyone!
I hope that you are all doing well. This is a reminder PLEASE, PLEASE, PELASE READ the notes before to remind yourselves about the key parts of this story.
MAJOR THANKS TO MY GIRL TINA! Thank you friend! XOXOX
Now we move into the standard section. If you know this well, then please move on to the warnings and need to know sections 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.
Need to Know:
~ This story started on a Thursday evening. It is currently Monday morning - one week and four days later.
~ Flashbacks are in italics
~ All the girls are on Parent Time, meaning Will and Shelby are referred to as Daddy and Mama only.
~ Rachel has been conditioned for bell tones. All bell tones. This has not and will not change for quite a few chapters.
~ Rachel has a stutter, it comes and goes.
Warnings:
~ FLASHBACKS IN THIS CHAPTER ARE STRONG and MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. READ CAREFULLY!
Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand. I hope you all read and enjoy.
Thanks for reading the story I want to tell.
Be well friends
Shelby knelt in front of Rachel and coached her to breathe, while she sat on the toilet, so that she could calm down and not make herself physically sick. "Shh, Mama's right here Rae, talk to me baby girl, do you hurt?" Shelby asked her gently, petting the side of her face and speaking gently to her.
"M.m. , ma," she pushed out, tears falling slowly.
"Yes baby, Mama's here and Sanny's here too, but Mama needs to know, do you hurt somewhere?" Shelby asked again, keeping her voice calm and Rachel shook her head no, but her teeth were now chattering. "Alright, well that's good," Shelby smiled. "So here's what we're going to do. Mama is going to have you stand up and she's going to lay you down right here on the counter top. It's a nice flat surface and Mama will be able to see your body to make sure you're truly okay," she said helping her to stand and peaking in the toilet, looking for excessive blood and not finding any, which was a great relief. "Come on sweetheart, let's just have you lay down up here," Shelby said.
Rachel had fear written across her face and Shelby sighed. Getting her to lie down and basically submit to Shelby's "demands" was going to be too much for her, but there was no other way to do it. No matter where Shelby had her lie down to be looked over, she'd feel a loss of power. It was a natural phenomenon that occurred when someone stood over another person. If the person standing was a person of power and control, which Shelby was, the person lying down could feel a number of things, including a feeling of unease and distrust. Shelby didn't want that. She needed Rachel to trust her rather than be afraid of her.
"M.m. , ma," Rachel stammered and then she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry baby, I know, I know you're scared, it's okay. Mama is only looking to see what the problem is," Shelby explained helping to lift her up and try to settle her. Rachel instantly wrapped her upper half around Shelby, resting her head on Shelby's shoulder.
"Mama, she's so scared and your hand," Santana said softly and Shelby looked down at her hand, which was now smeared with blood on her finger tips.
"It's just residue baby, but good eye, I'm very proud of you," Shelby praised her. "Do Mama a favor sweetheart. Go get me Rae's little donut. She's not sitting, but if we put it under her when she lies down, it'll alleviate some pressure. Santana nodded and off she went, thankfully not running, and Shelby stood swaying with Rachel. "You're okay baby girl, I'm so sorry, but you're okay. Mama's here, you're safe," she cooed softly. When they first bought the house, Shelby had always complained about how long the counter top on the bathroom sink was. She felt it was unnecessary. However, in this moment, she was never more grateful, because now Rachel could lay down and be checked over easily.
"Here Mama," Santana yawned, walking into the bathroom and setting the little donut on the countertop
"Thank you baby," Shelby smiled. "Okay Rae," Shelby said sitting Rachel on the counter top, on the donut, and spoke gently. "Lay back for Mama sweetheart," Shelby said firmly and without question, Rachel did as asked and then started to shake, her teeth still chattering.
Santana quickly moved over to Rachel's face when she realized what the sound was. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany had made that noise several times when Kate had locked them out of the house. "Rae, look at me," Santana said kindly. "I know you're scared, but this is Mama and me, this isn't anyone you don't know. It's scary, but we aren't out to hurt you and I think you know that," Santana explained.
"Rae baby, as Sanny talks to you, I need you to tip your knees back to your chest, you can keep your knees closed if you like," Shelby said and once again, Rachel was shocked that it was a calm and kind order. She carefully lifted her knees and looked at Santana.
"Sssss," Rachel pushed out carefully.
"Breathe, we can talk, just breathe first, it's okay. Mama is very good, she goes slow and explains things before they happen. Daddy does that too," Santana said.
"N.n.n. ," she stammered. "N.n. , not, y.y. .yet," she pleaded.
"No Rae, not yet. It's okay that you don't want him to see you yet. When we first got here, we didn't want Mama to touch us. We were scared of her" she told her.
"W.w.w. ?" she stammered.
"Well, we were abused by a woman. We did our time with Miss Anne and Mister Bruce, but even then, we were concerned. Women were scary people back then," she said honestly. There were details that she wasn't sharing, but Shelby wasn't going to push her. If that was what she was comfortable sharing, then Shelby was going to respect that. As Santana explained a brief history to Rachel, Shelby pulled a wash cloth out of the cabinet and ran it under warm water.
"Excuse me girls. Rae sweetheart. This is nothing but warm water, that's all. I'm going to very gently run it over your bottom to help clean you off so I can see what is really here, do you understand that?" she asked, glad that Rachel seemed calmer somehow.
Rachel nodded and then locked eyes with Santana. "H.h. , ow, d.d.d. ," she said and she took a few deep breaths and tried again. Howww, dooo, y. .ou . !" she said.
"Just breathe Rae," Santana smiled. "How do I," she said for her and Rachel nodded.
"F.f.f. ..c.c. , us.s.s.s.s," she pushed out.
"Well I had Quinnie and Bree. We have always been together and we may fight a little bit about various things, but we learned to rely on each other," Santana explained and Rachel nodded and immediately looked away. Clearly Santana didn't want to be with her. "Hey!" Santana said with a slight bite to her voice.
"Sanny, it is very early in the morning my darling, try to keep it in check," Shelby warned her.
Santana rolled her eyes, grabbed Rachel's hand and held it as tightly as she could. "We are still strangers, but we both understand torture, so we're not going to let you suffer alone," she said with that same fierce bite to her voice.
"Santana," Shelby warned.
"Y.y. dd.d. , own, n't, h.h.h. ..have t.
"I know," Santana said simply and then both girls fell quiet while Shelby finished cleaning Rachel up.
"Rae baby, I'm all done sweetheart. You can put your legs down. All you did was pop a few stitches, but there is no more bleeding. I would like to put some of your cream on you, before we put you in clean pajamas," she explained.
"I.I.I.I.I d.d. ...n't, h.h. .have .th. ose," she pushed out.
"I know baby, it's okay. We have some spare sets for you to borrow," Shelby told her kindly. "As soon as I put your cream on you, we'll get you in new pajamas and then we can all go back to sleep okay?" she asked and Rachel nodded. She wasn't sure where she was going to sleep. A week or ago, she decided that these were safe people, she had to continue to feel that way and so far, as she laid there, racking her memory, they hadn't given her reason to change her mind. Her body was clearly distressed, but if she truly focused on her gut; remembered what her initial thoughts were; she found that breathing became a little bit easier. "Very good Rae, you're doing very well, and I'm very proud of you," Shelby told her kindly. "Light touches sweetheart, I know it's scary, but light touches, I promise," Shelby told her gently and she very carefully began to spread the thick white cream over blue, purple, red, and pink skin. Rachel was fine, but the bruising was going to take a few weeks to fade, and Terri had warned both Shelby and Will it was going to look way worse than it actually was. Her pain came from movement, but the bruising didn't indicate additional pain. Once she finished, Shelby washed her hands and looked up to see Santana and Rachel still holding hands. "Alright girls," she smiled. "Let's get Rachel into new pajamas and then the three of us can go back to sleep, because I don't know about you girls, but I'm exhausted," Shelby said kindly. She carried Rachel into the master bedroom and found Will in bed with Quinn and Brittany. "Everyone into bed," Shelby said kindly and Santana went crawled into bed and snuggled up against Quinn's side and purred happily when Will pet her face gently.
"Rae sweetheart, I need you in the middle, incase you move around too much, at least we'll be around you to protect you from falling out of bed," Will told her kindly.
Shelby and Will woke up early and went downstairs to start breakfast, but not before ensuring Rachel was surrounded by the other three girls. Will didn't trust that she would stay still. "So what are you going to do today with our girls?" he asked wrapping her in a hug from behind, nuzzling her neck gently, as she mixed up the batter for the French Toast she was preparing.
"I only have Quinn and Rachel today. Santana and Brittany both wanted to go to work today, and I need the two that are with me to see their doctor today," Shelby said. "Quinnie needs some 'play time' which means Terri has to clear her and I need to make sure Rae only popped stitches and didn't do anything more," Shelby said.
"I need you to listen to me," Will said kindly. "I need you to believe everything I'm about to say to you," he said and Shelby nodded, waiting for something terrible to be said. "You are the best mother that any of those girls could ask for. You are an amazing wife to me. You are a wonderful daughter to your parents. Shelby Lynn Corcoran, you are the love of my life," he told her.
"You forgot my last name," she teased.
"No I didn't," he smiled. "You're your own woman and I'm my own man, we put that in our vows. Two separate people, coming together to form a new union, but still our own individual people," he said. She smiled and snuggled into him, cooking up two slices of toast. She let Will hold her and cuddle her and nuzzle her, while she cooked up the toast and the two of them looked up at the ceiling when they heard a few scuffles. "I'm glad we never fixed that floorboard. Would you like to go, or shall I?" he asked.
"You try, she calls you Daddy, the girls are with her. Try please," she said.
"You just don't want me to burn the toast," he laughed.
She giggled and said nothing at first. She simply gave him a kiss and sent him off with a playful smack. "I love you," she told him.
"You're a brat, but I love you too," he told her and returned the playful smack and ran away before she could get him for a second time. He made it up the stairs and smiled when he saw Quinn coming out of his and Shelby's room. "Looking for me baby?" he asked her.
"Daddy!" she smiled and she walked over to him and wrapped herself around him.
"Mmm, my baby, I love you," he told her.
"I love you too Daddy," she said honestly.
"Tell me love, where are the others?" he asked.
"Sleeping still, but I wanted to come tell you or Mama that Bree is whimpering in her sleep, and I didn't know if I should wake her up," she said.
"Well thank you for coming to get one of us," he smiled. "Mama is downstairs fixing breakfast, would you like to go be with her?" he asked. She nodded and very carefully went down to the kitchen, while he went into the bedroom. He moved to the bed and very carefully sat down, speaking gently to the sleeping girls in front of him; more specifically Brittany. "Bree my love," Will said softly and he gently pet her cheek to help rouse her.
"No, Daddy, that's the wrong side," Santana said in her sleep, but her words woke Rachel from her slumber as well and she looked at Will cautiously.
"Sanny baby, you're dreaming," he said reaching out to carefully pet her face and then he carefully lifted Brittany into his arms. "Oh my sweet baby Bree," he said and Rachel watched him cradle Brittany in his arms as if she were a young child and she stopped whimpering and immediately snuggled into him. "Wake up my girls," he said kindly. "Daddy needs to help all his girls downstairs where Mama is making a very yummy breakfast," he said.
"Mama made food?" Brittany asked on a yawn, finally waking up from her sleep.
"She did," Will smiled. "But in order to eat, we all need to go downstairs to the kitchen," he explained.
"Are you gonna carry Rae-rae?" Brittany asked tiredly.
"I would like to help her in some way, yes, but we still need to impress upon Rae that a lot of the decisions made are her decisions or they are our decisions that she has communicated to us she is alright with. For instance, with the exception of last night, every time we have carried her, we've asked her if it's okay," Will explained, "or we've told her it was going to happen and why. Mama and I don't want her to feel like she has no choice in things, because she does, you all do," he explained.
"Do your hurt anywhere Rae-rae?" Brittany asked and Rachel laid there, thinking carefully, taking a mental stock of where there was pain in her body, if any. Not feeling anything, she shook her head no and Brittany smiled. "That's really good, I'm glad you don't hurt. Do you think you'd let Daddy carry you downstairs for breakfast? Mama makes amazing French Toast," Brittany said.
"Rae, you will need assistance of some kind. I can carry you if you like, or the girls and I can assist you in walking down the stairs," Will said kindly. "Which option would you like?" he asked her kindly.
"C.c. , are, ree," she said.
"We have to use manners, add please," Brittany instructed and Will noticed the subtle change in Rachel's facial features.
"Hey," Will said kindly. "Bree, I'm very glad that you remember the rules and are helping Rachel to learn them. That being said, you need to use a calmer tone. Can you try explaining it to her again?" Will asked.
"Um, we are encouraged to use manners so you should say carry please," Brittany explained.
"That was much better love, thank you," Will praised and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and snuggled into him, enjoying the fact that she could have cuddle time with him in the moment. Cuddle time was always important to her and Will and Shelby seemed to understand that and give it to her when they could.
"C.c. , are, ree, p.p. .eee.s. ," Rachel pushed out.
"I can do that for you Rachel but I want you to be sure sweetheart, are you sure?" he asked.
"H.h. , . , c.c. , I, g.g. ," she pushed out.
"The girls and I would help you walk down the stairs very slowly and carefully, taking our time so that you are not caused any pain and as little discomfort as possible."
"No, Daddy, not any discomfort," Santana yawned, still not ready to get up, her eyes closing and her body cuddling into Rachel gently.
"It's not something I can promise Sanny," Will said honestly and Rachel looked at him with concern. "I don't want you to have any pain or discomfort at all Rachel. That being said, your body is still healing so there may be some, and I don't want to promise you none and then have you experience it," Will explained and Rachel nodded her agreement. That made a great deal of sense to her. "Mama also said that you popped some stitches last night, so that's going to cause you some discomfort as well," he explained. Rachel nodded again and reached for Will. He could carry her, that was fine, but she wasn't quite ready to say so. Instead of moving quickly, he calmly took her hand leaned down and kissed it, and she smiled. She appreciated his patience with her.
"Daddy," Santana giggled. "This is not the nineteen forties," she said and Brittany giggled as well.
"Daddy is simply being polite. Now, would you all like to come downstairs for breakfast?" he asked and they all nodded their agreement. "Good, well before we go, can we tell Rachel the rules in this house for the morning?" he asked and she instantly looked afraid.
"No, it's okay, don't look like that Rae-rae," Brittany said kindly. "They're really easy rules," she said. "Actually it's just one. We can't go downstairs by ourselves that's all. We have to find Mama or Daddy first and then if we can't we just have to stay up here," she said and Rachel gave a curious look. "It's not bad, because usually we can find our way into their room and if we're in their room, we get to watch tv in their bed," she smiled.
"This is the best room to watch tv in, because we all end up snuggling in together," Santana smiled, demonstrating by snuggling further into the bed and to Rachel
"Why don't we tell Rae why that rule is in place," Will smiled.
"When we first got here, we all went downstairs to make ourselves breakfast. We didn't know where anything was and not only did we make a general mess, we all got injured somehow," Santana explained. "If you ask me, we could do it now, but they are really good cooks, so we just stay up here until they get us," she continued.
Rachel nodded and again reached for Will. "Ready Rae-rae?" he smiled at her and she simply nodded. "Okay Bree, off you get please," he said holding her tight and covering her in kisses making her squeal.
"Me too, me too!" Santana complained.
"No," Will teased her and so Santana got up and playfully put herself on his lap.
"I'm not leaving till you do it," she told him seriously.
"Oh no! I'm being attacked by a Sanny monster!" he cried out, locking his arms around her waist, rolling backward on the bed and tickling her lightly. She laughed so hard, she lost her breath for a second and Rachel carefully pushed herself up to sitting, smiling at the scene before her. It was so nice to see people smiling and hear them laughing. She'd almost forgotten what that sounded like. "Rae-rae, help, Daddy is being attacked by a Sanny monster," he pleaded and Santana giggled, wiggling around, trying to get off of Will while he held her tight and tickled her every so often. Brittany smiled and watched as well. She hadn't heard Santana laugh like that in ages.
After a few moments of laughter, the girls calmed down and Will looked over at Rachel and gave a very loud stage whisper. "Quick, she's not looking, come with me, and I'll carry you," he told her. Rachel nodded and shifted, crawling over to him, the mattress supporting all of her weight, making her task very simple and Will gathered her into his arms. "Can I give you kisses?" he asked and she went tense immediately. Kisses lead to sex, which lead to a lot of things she didn't like. He immediately let go of her body and spoke. "Watch Rae, just watch," he said kindly. "Sanny, do you want kisses?" he asked her and she nodded and put her face right next to his and he kissed her temple a few times in quick succession.
"Kisses for me too," Brittany said seriously and Will nodded. She carefully moved around Rachel and let Will give her kisses. "Kisses are good Rae-rae. I know it's hard to believe right now, but Mama and Daddy will always take care of us and never torture us. They do punish us and sometimes it's painful, but it's not nearly as bad as it used to be," Brittany explained.
Rachel nodded and looked down at her waist. Will's arms were right there and Rachel took a deep breath. She picked up his arms and carefully locked them around her waist and just held them there for a moment. His arms felt different. It was different compared to where she used to live and different compared to Shelby. "D.d. .d. ," she pushed out carefully. "K.k. , s.s.s.s.s-esss, i. o.o. ," she pushed out.
He smiled and kissed her temple a few times repeatedly, the same way he had for the other two girls and Rachel smiled. That had felt nice, she could get used to that feeling. "Alright my darling girls, we're going to go downstairs for breakfast with Mama and Quinnie now. After breakfast, Daddy, Sanny, and Bree, need to get ready for work," he said. He would leave out the information about doctors appointments for now. Calm girls definitely ate better than nervous ones.
Will very carefully carried Rachel downstairs and into the kitchen while Santana and Brittany stayed close to him. Once everyone was downstairs, Shelby served up breakfast and knelt next to Rachel. "Okay my sweet girls," she said speaking to the table. "They know about each other and you only know you, so we're going to learn to know each other. Just one thing for right now. Does anyone have food allergies?" she asked and Brittany very quickly raised her hand, which prompted Rachel to slowly follow suit. "Go ahead Bree, what are you allergic to my love?"
"Kale," she said.
"And what happens when you eat it?"
"Bad headaches and eventually migraines," she said and Shelby nodded turning to Rachel.
"Quinnie and Sanny do not have food allergies sweetheart. What are yours?" Shelby asked. Rachel took a deep breath and very carefully pushed out the word. Her stutter would make it hard to understand. So with steady breathing, she began to speak. "Raz-ber-rry-sss," she said slowly.
Shelby smiled and kissed her temple, knowing it was okay. Rachel didn't blink or even look concerned when Shelby leaned in. Women weren't threatening to her. "I will be sure to make a note of that. Do you know what happens do you when you have them?" Shelby asked.
Rachel sat at the table, staring at the shake before her. She couldn't do it. The hours that she would spend scratching later were not worth it. "It's very simple Rachel," Victor told her. You can you submit now and let me do with you, what I want, which is take you from behind. Or I'll make you drink the shake and take you anyway. If you struggle with this decision much longer, you're going to be drinking the shake whether you want to or not. So tell me, are hives worth it?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?" Rachel asked, tears pooling in her eyes, not understanding why he was so mad, but he was.
"You will not challenge me!" he boomed and she jumped in shock. He moved like lightening, picked up the shake and forced half of it down her throat and held her there while it ran down the front of her body, making a mess on the table, the floor, and her clothes.
He waited five minute, holding her tight, restraining her uncomfortably and then she started to itch. He pulled her up to her feet and pushed her over the table, pushing her skirt up roughly and yanking her panties down. He used the messy raspberry shake to lube her up, forcefully ramming his fingers into her tight ass, and she screamed, because she couldn't get int here with cream to sooth the hives, not that high away. The itching was already driving her crazy and without warning Victor pushed himself into her.
He pounded back and forth, until he had his fill of what he wanted and reached his own orgasm. He shot himself inside her and pushed her face firmly into the table and she tried not to scream from the itching burning that was all over her skin. "You don't flirt with the customers at the bank!" he barked ramming back into her one last time as he spoke his words. "Clean up this mess!" Victor ordered, pulling out of her and walking away.
"I.i. .shhh," she said carefully and Shelby gave her a curious look. "R.r. ," she said and she ran her hand over her arms in a scratching motion.
"Oh, you get hives. Okay, well that's good to know. Is it all berries or just raspberries?" Shelby asked kindly.
"Ju, us, ust, raz, b. ," she stuttered.
"I am so proud of you for telling me that Rachel, that was beautiful communication," she praised her and Rachel gave a little smile.
Shelby stood at the island watching her girls at the little breakfast table and simply watched. Brittany was now making drawings in the left over syrup with her fork while Quinn was dragging pieces of fruit through hers, seemingly fascinated by the sticky mess it left behind.
"What are you thinking?" Santana asked softly.
"I can't tell you," she said softly and blushing heavily.
"You can tell me anything," Santana said. Now she had to know what was going on in Quinn's mind, because her blush was making her look as red as the two strawberries that were still sitting on Rachel's plate.
"This is all sex though," Quinn hissed.
"That's even better," Santana grinned wickedly. "We've missed you ya know. We miss playing with you and teasing you and making you scream in pleasure," Santana said and the blush on Quinn's face, crept a little bit higher into her cheek bones.
"Sanny are you done with breakfast baby?" Shelby asked her kindly.
"Almost Mama," she said honestly.
"Alright finish up please," Shelby said kindly. "Bree, bring me your plate, go get ready for work. Unless you plan on finishing the last bit of your toast," Shelby told her.
Brittany nodded and brought her plates over to Shelby who took them, thanked her and wrapped her in a hug. "I love you so much baby girl, do you know that?" she asked her, wanting to give her a few moments of private time, like she'd had with Quinn earlier. Brittany nodded and snuggled into Shelby.
"Mama?" she asked softly and looked at Shelby, waiting to be sure she could continue. "I don't want to go to work today. What if I miss something important?" she asked.
"That's a very valid concern baby. What do you think you're going to mi ss out on?" she asked kindly.
"What if Rae needs help with stuff, like therapy or walking here at home, or anything really? What if she needs me. What if you're busy," Brittany wondered.
"Shhh. That is very thoughtful of you my love. I'm very proud of you," Shelby praised. "now, I want to explain something to you. Mama is not going to be at work today. I have no clients so until you and Daddy, and Sanny get home, it's Mama, and Quinnie, and Rae-rae," she said.
"Will you text me if something goes weird and I can rush home and help you out?" Brittany asked hopefully.
While she and Shelby talked, Quinn and Santana had a very intense conversation about other pressing matters for Quinn. Rachel simply ate slowly and took in everything around her. "Come on Quinnie, tell me," Santana urged.
"Fine," Quinn sighed. "I'm wondering what it'd be like if I had this syrup on my body and you and Bree were licking it off," she said and Santana grinned.
"Oooh la la," she said and Quinn rolled her eyes and covered her face, ducking her head, keeping her eyes trained on her plate in front of her. "Well," Santana announced. "As soon as you're better, we'll find out," she grinned.
"Find out what baby?" Shelby asked.
"Quinnie wants us to lick stuff off of her body!"
"HEY!" Quinn yelled and she slapped at Santana's thigh.
"Quinn Lucy Fabray!" Shelby scolded and the room fell deadly quiet. Shelby focused in on Rachel and sighed. This was not exactly how she wanted the morning to go. "Quinn you will be seeing your doctor today to be evaluated, it's been eleven days since your surgery. I understand you having desires, but your health comes first. That is first. Secondly. There is absolutely no reason for you to be smacking anyone apologize to your sister now," she ordered. This was the tone Rachel was used to hearing. Sharp and quick, although usually anger accompanied this tone, however, she didn't think she detected it.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Quinn mumbled.
Shelby let the half hearted apology slide and then spoke again. "Santana Aurora Lopez, how many times have we warned you about teasing your sisters?" she asked her seriously.
"Hundreds Mama," Santana said with a pout. It really had been hundreds. It was probably thousands by now. When Santana got completely comfortable and relaxed, she resorted to sexual teasing, especially if she knew it would make her sisters blush, or whomever she was with. Feeling like she had power, even though she was trying to imply being playful, was a big turn on for her. Playfulness was fine. It didn't bother people that she was being playful with them. What did bother them was when they wanted to try something new and she spoke it out loud to everyone, before they were ready to admit it to themselves. In this case, it was Quinn having her sisters lick syrup off of her. She'd never had that before and being the model for the ice cream demo was kind of fun. She wasn't ready to admit it to anyone that she wanted to try though. She was annoyed that Santana "outed" her before she was ready and Shelby could see that was what was happening.
"We have talked about this many times little girl and when you get home from work we will be having a discussion," Shelby said and Santana froze. "Santana repeat it back to me," she said kindly.
"We will be having a discussion when I'm done with work today," she said.
"Very good, and now you will tell me the difference between a discussion and a conversation," Shelby said.
"No implements for a discussion," Santana said bowing her head.
"Good girl, come here please," she said and she waited patiently for Santana to walk over to her. Once she was close enough she grabbed her and pulled her tight. "I love you so much. I will never be able to put it properly into words. You are a good girl and one of my treasured loves. You are also not immune to punishments for breaking the rules. None of you are. Teasing your sisters breaks one of the rules in this circle, which is respect," Shelby explained. "I love you very much and we'll have our discussion later. I'm not mad at you. I'm not happy with your actions, but I am not mad at you, do you understand the difference?" she asked her gently and Santana nodded. "Good girl," Shelby smiled. "Now off you go, get ready for work," she said and sent her off with a kiss and a solid smack to her bottom, but nothing that would cause any lasting effects
"Mama, are you sure I can't stay home today?" Brittany asked, seeing how sad Rachel and Quinn both looked. She was sure she would be needed in some way. Being at home was going to be better than being at work.
"I am so very proud of you for wanting to help Bree, and I think that you should go to work, because you're going to be pretty bored staying at home today. Quinnie and Rae-rae have appointments to be at, Sanny is going to work, and Daddy is going to teach his class. I really think it is in your best interest to go to work too my love," she told her kindly.
"Fine," Brittany sighed and Shelby gathered her close.
"Maybe you have Daddy drive you to work today?" Shelby suggested and Brittany looked surprised and went to protest. "Shhh, hear me out baby. If you go with Daddy, then you'll have special one on one time with him, and if anything happens where we need you immediately, which I'm sure it will not, then he'll have to come get you from work and bring you with him. We never, ever, ever abandon our girls," Shelby said.
Brittany hugged Shelby tightly and didn't budge. It was true, they'd never been abandoned by Will or Shelby. Kate on the other hand...
"This has got to be the coldest day in history. I'm seriously not thrilled with this vortex crap going on," Brittany said angrily as she walked back to Kate's house from the book store. They'd all gone to the book store together. Kate, Santana, Quinn, and Brittany. They were looking at different books and had gotten separated when they split up into various sections. Kate sent out a mass text to the three of them, telling them where to be in forty seconds, except Brittany's phone was off. After an hour she realized that it'd been much too long and pulled out her phone to see where the others were. She cursed herself when she realized it was off. She turned it on and felt panic flood her body.
Quinn and Santana had tried to persuade Kate to stay, by saying they had to use the bathroom before they left and then would use the spare time to go search for Brittany but Kate didn't want that. She got in their faces, in the middle of the store, and spoke harshly to them. Her voice was quiet so no one heard, but her words were cruel. When they made it back to Kate's house, which wasn't a far walk away, Kate took each of them into her office, hand cuffed them to her desk and used a ruler to spank them.
"You do not ever give me orders! You answer to me only. You don't get to tell me when I should and shouldn't do things. I am the one in charge and you have no say in anything!" she screamed at them. When Brittany finally made it home, Kate opened the door, yanked her inside and started smacking her with the ruler too. "The three of you are so damn close, fine you'll get the same punishment they got!" she screamed and she turned all three of them purple with welts. From that day on, it was impossible to separate them when they were out and about. The three of them stuck together no matter where they were. They even used the handicap stall in the bathroom, just so they could all still see each other.
"I'm so sorry," Brittany whimpered trying to stay calm as the three huddled in the corner of the bathroom together; Quinn and Santana working hard to get Brittany's hands and feet warmer. They were ghost white and Quinn had researched frost bite earlier in the week at her job. Kate love to shove them out into the cold for some reason.
"I'm not mad at you Bree. Accidents happen. Now we've learned. No matter what happens, we stick together," Quinn told her and Santana nodded her agreement.
"We need to start a plan," Santana said. "We're going to leave her and just run away. The three of us are going to continue our jobs and save whatever money we can until we have enough to get out okay?" she asked and they both nodded. This was not the life style any of them had wanted.
"You're okay my baby girl," Shelby said kindly and Brittany nodded but didn't dare let go. She wasn't ready yet. She was remembering too many cold days with Kate; too many moments of trying to keep herself or her sisters warm, so their bodies didn't start shutting down. "Tell me baby girl where are you right now?' Shelby asked, sensing that Brittany was slipping into her memories and not going to come out.
"Mama and Daddy's house," she said.
"That is correct. Is it anyone else's house?" Shelby asked and Brittany shook her head no. "Are you sure about that my love because I seem to recall six people living here, which means this house is for all of them," Shelby said. Brittany said nothing, she just stayed glued to Shelby's body and Shelby sighed. The insecurities were so cruel sometimes. "My sweet Baby Bree," Shelby cooed softly and after a few minutes, Brittany pulled away, and sadly went up the stairs to get dressed for work.
"Mama, maybe Bree should stay home today," Quinn offered, keeping her hand raised in the air as she spoke.
"She's off tomorrow darling, but I will tell Daddy to keep a very close eye on her as he drives them both to work okay?" Shelby smiled and Quinn nodded. "Alright, so Quinnie my love, dishes in the dishwasher please and Rae baby are you done eating?" Shelby asked and Rachel nodded. Half her food was on her plate still and Shelby simply remained calm. "You did very well. Thank you for eating. Maybe before lunch you'll get hungry though, so we'll save the rest for later and heat it up when you tell me okay?" she asked walking over and kneeling down between Rachel and Quinn. "You are both my beautiful girls and I think we need to start our day. First you both have a doctor's appointment with Aunt Terri," she said. "Quinnie needs her abdomen checked to ensure that she's healing properly and Rae-rae needs to have her stitches checked as several fell out of place last night," Shelby said and both girls nodded. "My beautiful, brave, girls," she told them. "Mama loves you so very much," she said and with a kiss to each of their temples, she stood them up. Quinnie can you go up to your room and get dressed for today?" she asked her and Quinn nodded before heading upstairs. "And you my sweet Rae, can Mama take you upstairs? Your suitcase with your clothes is up there and I don't think Aunt Terri needs to see you completely naked to examine one little part of you," Shelby said and Rachel nodded and carefully leaned into Shelby. With very little trouble, Shelby lifted her and simply rubbed her back. Rachel had to eat more.
Will kissed all the girls of the house goodbye and then he, Brittany, and Santana went out the door, leaving Quinn, Shelby, and Rachel inside. "You girls can watch a movie until Aunt Terri gets here okay?" she asked them and they both nodded.
"I'll help you Rae," Quinn said kindly and Rachel looked unsure.
"Ca'rry?" she pushed out carefully and Quinn simply smiled at her.
"No," she said. "But I can wrap my arm around your waist and walk with you, step by step, until we reach the couch," she said and Rachel simply nodded. "You're speaking very well today," Quinn told her kindly as they went back to the family room. Shelby wanted to say something, because when anyone in the circle had a speech problem, they tended not to dwell on it. Rachel was definitely not the first potential to come into the circle and develop a stutter. Shelby didn't say anything at all though, because the body language indicated that Rachel was glad Quinn noticed. She gave a bright smile and the two continued to walk very slowly to sit on the couch. The girls made it to the couch and were ten minutes into Pretty Woman when they heard Terri's voice in the kitchen. Rachel looked at Quinn with confusion. "Go on, ask your question," Quinn said kindly.
"H.h. did, sh,sh,she g.g.g. b. ..ack .there," she pushed out, her stutter come back strong, indicating she wasn't feeling safe in her surroundings.
"You don't know?" Quinn asked in confusion and Rachel simply shook her head. "Oh, no, you don't, okay, sorry. Just before we came to live here, Aunt Terri bought the house next door. I don't know that I've ever seen her come in through the front. Our kitchen door leads out to that little side strip of yard and then the little walkway and that's Aunt Terri's house," she said.
"Oh," Rachel said simply.
"It's actually pretty cool and why we can see our doctor at any hour of the day. Daddy and Aunt Terri are very close and Mama too," Quinn explained and Rachel simply listened and nodded along. It made sense. She assumed that if she had sisters or brothers they would be that close too. "But Aunt Terri is going to be talking to Mama for a while, so we can watch more of the movie," Quinn smiled.
"Hey," Shelby smiled and she gave her sister in law a tight hug and a kiss to her cheek. "What's new?" she asked.
"Rumor has it, that I have two patients here who I need to give quick follow ups to," Terri smiled.
"It would be greatly appreciated by their mother, yes," Shelby grinned.
"Still in parent time? Or whatever you call it," Terri asked kindly. Sometimes she didn't understand the family dynamics. What she knew for certain was she had a brother and sister in law. They had four girls at their house and those four girls were her nieces. That would never change. It wasn't the most conventional family, but it worked for them and that was really all that mattered.
"Oh yes, and they are going to remain there for quite a while I think," Shelby said. "Also, FYI, my newest little princess is allergic to raspberries, which I didn't even know was a thing," Shelby explained.
"If people are allergic to the sun, then she can be allergic to raspberries. Is it all berries or just those?"
"She says just those. Personally I'm not ready to give my child hives just to test a theory," Shelby said protectively.
"I'm not going to do anything to her Shel, calm down," Terri said kindly. "What do you want me to check on her anyway?" she asked.
"There was a tiny bit of blood last night. When I had her lay down to check, it appeared that it was simply popped stitches. I want to make sure that everything is okay though with her. She has therapy this afternoon and if she should wait a day due to stitch issues, then I'll call her therapists and switch her appointments around a bit," Shelby said.
"As long as she stopped bleeding and it wasn't gushing, then I'm sure she'll be okay," Terri smiled and that was when they heard Quinn yelling for them and Rachel was now crying softly.
"Quinnie, stop yelling baby, what's wrong?" Shelby asked and her heart broke, because there was Rachel, tears rolling down her face, furiously begging Quinn to be quiet.
"The bells went off in the movie," she said sadly, although Rachel took it as an attack and she started screaming at Quinn.
"It's not my fault!" she said angrily and loudly, and clear as day. When Rachel had to fight, she fought.
Shelby knelt down and put a hand on each of their knees and spoke firmly. "Rachel Barbara, this is your first and last warning. We do not scream at each other in this house. Apologize to Quinn," she said seriously.
"Not my fault," Rachel protested, her voice completely steady.
"No, the bells are not your fault, you are correct, but you do not get to scream at Quinnie , or anyone for that matter, the way you just did, when she did nothing wrong. I asked what happened and she told me. Neither of you have done anything wrong," Shelby said. "Now apologize for screaming." Rachel was stubborn though and so she sat and cried and said nothing. "You will apologize to Quinnie, but for right now, I'm taking you upstairs to get you changed and we are going to have a very serious talk, while Aunt Terri looks Quinn over," she said.
"No, Mama, please," Quinn said sounding scared that Rachel was about to be in trouble for something she couldn't control.
"What baby?" Shelby asked her kindly.
"She, no, no talking, please Mama," Quinn said.
"It's actual talking baby, it's okay. The bells can't be controlled, that is not what I'm disappointed about," Shelby explained kindly to her. "You will get your apology after you are both checked over," she said and then she focused on Rachel who was still crying. She put her hand on Rachel's cheek and spoke gently. "Rachel this is not up for debate my love. I am taking you upstairs. I am going to change you into clean clothes, we will put these in the washer together and you and I are then going to sit down and have a very serious talk," Shelby explained to her and Rachel simply nodded and burst into heavier tears. She was about to be tortured, she was sure of it. Shelby very easily helped Rachel to her feet, lifted her up into her arms and took her upstairs, moving carefully, because even though she was light, she was currently highly upset and any potential struggling could lead to everyone being injured somehow.
Shelby brought Rachel into the master bathroom and had her stand in the tub. She stripped her of her sweat pants and underwear and put them aside. Then she pulled down the shower nozzle and made sure the spray was warm and delicate. Rachel stood there, terrified, she had to please this woman somehow, and she didn't know what to do. She knew how to please men. She'd either suck them off, or let them fuck her in anyway they saw fit. Women were a whole different ball game. Shelby carefully washed her down and then wrapped her lower half in a towel, securing it in place, before helping her out of the tub. The entire time, Rachel had tears falling down her cheeks and Shelby worked very hard to keep herself calm so that she didn't upset Rachel any further.
"Rae-rae, look at Mama sweetheart," she said kindly noticing that Rachel's eyes were glued to the floor. "Come on baby, look at Mama, you're okay," she cooed gently and Rachel lifted her eyes for a split second before putting them back down. "Oh, I think I saw something beautiful, will you look at me again? I want to be sure," Shelby smiled. As she spoke she very gently patted Rachel dry and fished out the last clean pair of panties that was in Rachel's suitcase. Rachel was watching, without lifting her head though. She heard movement and worked hard to calm herself, so she could listen. She needed to be prepared. Running was probably going to hurt and she would probably fall down the stairs, but if she had to get away from this house, then she was determined to do it. Shelby noticed her body language and stopped everything she was doing immediately. "Rae-rae, what do you think Mama wants to talk about?" she asked her.
Rachel lifted her eyes immediately. She wasn't expecting that at all. Shelby wasn't touching her, or giving her orders or guiding her around so things could get done. She'd even backed away a few inches and gave Rachel some space. No one had done that before. Her Sirs were quick and sharp. Smacks came seemingly from nowhere and caused pain. Orders were given and expected to be followed. She was shoved into positions or places so things could get accomplished quickly. Taking her time was never an option. This was a curve ball she wasn't expecting. It was even more bizarre to be asked a question. Someone in complete power was asking her what she thought, even though she'd just ruined an entire couch, that could cost hundreds. She didn't have the money to pay for that. Her mind started racing and after a few minutes she heard humming. She twitched a little bit and Shelby smiled, but kept going. Rachel had gone into her head and wasn't coming out of it, until something jolted her out of it, and Shelby's humming was just the thing to do that.
"Rae baby, it's okay to look at Mama. If you don't want to that's okay too, but I need to know you are listening to me," Shelby said kindly and Rachel carefully took Shelby's hand and didn't let go. "Do you think Mama is mad at you?" she asked her and Rachel carefully nodded yes. "Alright my darling, tell me, why do you think Mama's mad?" she asked her.
"Bells," she said clearly as the adrenaline coursed through her.
"What do the bells do sweetheart?"
"Pee."
"And do you do that on purpose or did some mean people condition your body to do things even though you don't want those things to happen?" she asked.
"Sirs," she pushed out.
"Yes. You're former Sirs were very mean to you in that respect," Shelby said carefully. She didn't know how Rachel would take to someone putting her Sirs down. "So it's not your fault that when the bells go off your bladder releases. I'm not mad about that," Shelby said.
"I.i.i.i r.r. ...ruin..d . c.c. , shh" she pushed out carefully, her stutter returning, now that she understood Shelby was calm and not about to attack her.
"You did not ruin the couch baby. It's a very small accident that can be cleaned up. You're not in trouble for that happening, but it is something that Mama wants to talk to you about," she said. She watched carefully as she put her head down, eyes glued to the floor, and gripped Shelby's hand as tightly as she could. "You haven't done anything wrong my sweet girl. All we have to do is figure out how to protect the clothes you wear until you can get your body reconditioned. Now, I know how to do that and I know it scares you, but as you start getting better and we go for your shopping day, you may hear bells. It will be important for you to be protected."
Rachel's eyes filled with tears and she fell into Shelby, crying hard. "Not a real baby Mama," she cried, holding on as tightly as she could, not sure of what else she could do. She was sure that Shelby would be angry with her for ruining the couch. She was sure that Shelby was safe though. She was trying to beg and plead, and fight, which was all evident as she spoke. When Rachel fought for herself, there was no stutter. It also concerned Shelby because it appeared that all that tension for fighting was what was keeping her voice together, rather than just relaxing and letting go as much as she could. "Mama please, please," she begged and Shelby's heart broke.
"Shhh, you're okay my sweet girl," Shelby cooed and she kept Rachel close, rubbing her back and kissing her temple and hair line repeatedly in order to give Rachel some comfort. "Shhh, it's alright lovely, Mama's here, you're safe," Shelby said gently and Rachel pushed back a little bit and started to beg.
"No, Mama, p. .ease," she said, her stutter coming back.
"Shhh," Shelby said and she simply took Rachel's hands, looking her in the eye. She wanted to grab her tight and hold her and give her all that comfort, but she wasn't going to force her into it. "Think baby. Just breathe for Mama, nice steady breaths. Tell me your fears so I can help you through it," Shelby said kindly and Rachel just cried. "Do you know that it's okay to be scared and honest with us?" Shelby asked her and Rachel just cried harder. Rachel was regressing by the second. She didn't feel safe but she still wanted her Mama, so Shelby took a deep breath and spoke kindly. "Alright my love, you and I are going to go into Mama's room. We're going to cuddle in the chair by the window, and we're going to talk about things, just you and Mama and we're going to take as much time as we need, or until it's time for therapy for you, whichever comes first. Before we do any talking though, we're going to get you to settle down a little more," Shelby told her. "Should we walk together? You walked so nicely with Quinnie before, or should Mama carry you?" Shelby offered her kindly and Rachel simply held tight to Shelby. She wasn't letting go, so Shelby lifted her slightly and took her into the bedroom, having a seat on the chair. She pulled her close and began to pet her arms and kiss the top of her head, breathing loudly and steadily, waiting for Rachel to catch on. Several minutes later, Rachel's breathing was under control and she wasn't crying anymore.
"Tell me my sweet Rae-rae, what does Mama want to do? Do you remember?" she asked.
"T.t. 'k," she pushed out carefully.
"That is correct," Shelby praised her. "First I want to ask you a question. Can Mama rock the both of us" Shelby asked kindly, very grateful that her lounge chair was a glider. It made "rocking" her girls a hell of a lot easier, but it didn't look like a rocking chair at all. It was just a nice chair, that went with their decor and was simply disguised as a chair. It wasn't until you sat in it, did you learn the truth. It was a great tool to teach this lesson to Rachel. "Did you know that Mama and Daddy had a rocking chair in this room?" she asked once Rachel was calmer.
"N. M.m. ," she pushed out.
"And why is that my love?" Shelby asked kindly.
Rachel thought for a moment and shook her head no. "I.i.i.i ..aught w. 's j. . a . ," she pushed out carefully.
"Can Mama tell you why it only looks like a chair?" she asked and Rachel agreed. "See about six months ago, Bree, and Sanny, and Quinnie came to live here permanently and they would have terrible nightmares, but it seemed that an easy rocking motion made them feel better, but Daddy was getting a bad back from rocking back and forth. Mama and Daddy are a little bit old," she said and Rachel gave a slight smile. "So we took the girls shopping for a rocking chair. It would stay in our room and they could use it whenever they needed to. In their rooms the chairs are still and don't rock. They all call it their safety chair and when we get your room ready you will have a chair just like that," Shelby explained, pausing for a moment and letting everything she said sink in.
"S.s. . ," she pushed out.
"Who's that my love?" Shelby asked.
"G.g. ..rls," she pushed out.
"What do you think they were scared of?"
"P. .pa seein' an . .them b. .bies," she said.
"You're right, they were very concerned about that. Grandma and Grandma and Grandpa most specifically. They didn't want anyone to think they were babies, so we managed to get them what they wanted and still disguise it," Shelby explained and she let that sink in as well. "Do you know that Mama can do the same with diapers for you? We can get you diapers so that the only people who know you are wearing them are you, whomever helped you into them, and whomever helps change you. You will never be left in a diaper longer than necessary. As soon as you wet yourself, we'll get you changed, because no one should be uncomfortable any longer than they have to be," Shelby said. "I'm not going to put you in diapers immediately Rachel, but your conditioning is very strong and in order to keep you as comfortable as possible, the slim fitting, disposable, concealable, never to be seen by anyone diapers, will greatly help you," Shelby said.
This was it. This was what she had to do to stay. She had to wear the diapers or she was going to be kicked out. This house was mainly women, to a couple who seemed uninterested in sex. They seemed interested in being parents, but Rachel didn't want diapers. She'd be stuck forever if she agreed, so she simply sat and cried, holding on to Shelby and trembling. Shelby sighed, carefully adjusted Rachel so they were chest to chest and guided Rachel's head to her shoulder. She held her tight and rubbed her back, rocking her gently, waiting for her to calm down. Her heart was breaking for this precious girl in her arms and at the moment she was at a loss of what to do next. Shelby took a deep breath and simply cuddled her young pet. Diapers were too sensitive a subject for today. Right now, Shelby needed to get Rachel calm and have her apologize to Quinn for screaming at her. That was much more important for today.