The house was quiet dark, except for three lights. Two of the lights were always on at night, bright guardians standing at the front and back doors. The bedroom hallway was lit only by snow-reflected moonlight streaming through the window.
The third light was coming from under Jenna’s bedroom door.
Monserrat hesitated at the door. She’d walked in without knocking three times since the wonderful Saturday that Jenny had been Little for her. Monchi was getting comfortable with stepping in, but it wasn’t yet complete comfort. She’d never intruded on Jenna so late. It would have been taboo at the beginning of their relationship. Now….
The door opened silently. Blinking against the harsh glare of Jenna’s desk lamp, Monserrat stepped in and closed the door behind her.
“Jenna-bear, it’s really late.”
“Huh?” Jenna’s head jerked up, she stared bleary-eyed at Monserrat.
“It’s past your bedtime.”
“I don’t have a bedtime.”
“You have early classes tomorrow. You’re going to be upset when you do poorly in them tomorrow because you’re too tired.”
“I need to finish this problem.”
“Someone once told me that she doesn’t do her best work when she’s tired. In fact, she spent ten minutes ranting about what a big waste of time it was to work on maths past midnight.”
“Monchi, stop it. I don’t want to go to bed.”
“That’s because you’re tired and – cranky.” Monserrat’s tongue stumbled as she steered away from the word ‘fussy’ at the last moment. “I’m here to get you to bed and tuck you in.”
“You’ve tucked me in a bunch of times since – Saturday. Is this – are you trying to – doesn’t this have to be negotiated!?”
“If you want to negotiate it, then it needs to be, yes. What would you like to negotiate?”
“I don’t want to go to bed right now.”
“That’s not negotiating. If anything, it’s on the edge of bratting.”
Jenna blushed and squirmed. “Sit down. You’re – tall and big. It’s not fair.”
Monserrat chuckled and sat on the bed. “The thing we’re talking about is if it’s okay for me to tuck you in, and separately, if I can guide you to better choices about staying up late.”
“No, you were setting a bedtime!”
“That’s a great way to enforce better sleeping habits.”
“You’re up as late as I am!”
“Sweetheart, are you having trouble with this conversation? I feel like I’m talking to Jenny, which is adorable, but she shouldn’t be the one negotiating.”
“No. Maybe. Shut up.”
“Little girl, come sit on my lap.”
Resistance or more brattiness was what Monserrat expected in response to her order. She was dumbfounded to have Jenny in her lap almost before she’d finished the word.
“I think that settles that I’m talking to Jenny.” Monserrat pulled Jenny to her chest and held her there. “Can we get Jenna back for a brief negotiation, or are we dropping negotiating for tonight?”
“What happens if we drop it?” Jenny kicked her feet idly.
“Then Navi will put Jenny to bed, whether she likes it or not, and swat her butt if she’s too bratty during that process.”
“I don’t want to negotiate right now.” Jenny yawned.
“Because you’re too tired. Which is why it’s bedtime, sweetie.” Navi stood with Jenny in her arms and carried the Little girl to the toilet, pulling her jeans and underwear down.
It was amazing to watch Jenna’s transformations over time. There was none of the active distress Jenny had shown the first time Monserrat had put her in front of the potty. Unconcerned with Navi’s presence, Jenny yawned and sat, peeing right away.
My poor girl is exhausted.
Monserrat looked over from getting the toothbrush and washcloth ready to see Jenny nodding off on the toilet. With a rush of excitement, Monserrat slipped out of the bathroom and returned with a pair of Jenny’s pajamas and a pullup.
“Let me get your shirt and bra off, Jenny.” Monserrat slipped Jenny’s jeans off her ankles. “I’m going to put you in your pajamas so you’re nice and warm tonight.”
“Thank you Navi.” Jenny’s smile was heartbreakingly sweet. “It’s still really cold.”
Navi dressed Jenny in her pajama top right there on the potty. As sleepy as she was, Jenny was totally passive when Navi helped her stand and wiped her clean. The pullup went on without comment too. Still a bit nervous, Navi quickly covered the padded undies with Jenny’s pajama pants.
With her charge rapidly transitioning to sleeping on her feet, Navi considered brushing Jenny’s teeth for her. As it was, she found it easier to wash Jenny’s face for her than to ask her to wash herself. There were no complaints out of Jenny, only squirms.
To Navi’s amusement, Jenny caught a second wind as soon as she was tucked into bed. Her eyes fluttered open; she reached out to grab Navi’s sleeve.
“Don’t go.”
“Jenny-bear, I wish I didn’t have to. My alarm is even earlier than yours tomorrow.”
“Just – don’t go right away. I don’t want you to go – yet.”
“Is there something you need to talk about?”
“No.” Jenny grabbed Monserrat’s sleeve with her other hand.
“Sweetie, this is so cute it’s giving me a heartache, but you almost feel asleep brushing your teeth. It’s bedtime.”
“Just – stay a little bit. Not too long. A few minutes, please.”
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“N-nothing. Please – stay.”
Navi’s jaw dropped. “Jenny – are you trying to ask me to read you a story?”
Jenny buried her face in her pillow, though she didn’t release Navi’s sleeve. “You don’t have to. That’s such a – such a…”
“Such a Little girl thing? Well, if I have to stay a few minutes, maybe I’ll read something. You don’t mind if I read out loud, do you?”
“Whatever you want.” Jenny’s muffled voice barely escaped the pillow.
The only children’s book in the room was in the diaper bag. Monserrat had packed it there without thinking, purely on autopilot from the other bags she’d packed for clients. Pulling it out, she saw she’d picked the classic of classics, Goodnight Moon.
Jenny didn’t make it past the first two goodnights. Navi finished the book anyway, lowering her voice more and more until she whispered, “Goodnight noises everywhere.”
Tears dripped onto Navi’s thighs, narrowly missing the book. She wiped her cheeks and leaned over to ever-so-gently kiss Jenny’s head. She tucked the blankets around Jenny, tearing up again at the girl’s sleepy murmur.
Curled up in her own bed, Monserrat hugged her pillow for all it was worth. Sleep eluded her. She kept staring at the reflection of window light on her nightstand, searching for something but not finding it.
Finally, she realized she was looking for a baby monitor. Her subconscious was looking for a window into Jenny’s room, same as she’d had when she’d babysat Briana. Monserrat laughed and fall asleep.
—–
The next day could have been rough, but Monserrat didn’t believe in letting something like sleep dictate her whole day. Attacking the morning with a high-protein, high caffeine breakfast had her ready for the gym. Staying hydrated and well fed got her to the afternoon with full energy levels.
“Monchi!” Jenna threw herself at Monserrat as soon as they found each other in the cafeteria. Monchi caught her, squeezing her girlfriend until she grunted.
“Thanks for getting me to bed last night.”
“You’re welcome. It was my pleasure, really.” Monserrat’s chest felt full at the mere memory of Jenny’s sleepy sweetness.
“Did you say something last night about me doing bad maths when I’m up late?” Jenna nodded at Monserrat’s affirmative noise. “You were right. I threw away three pages of notes this morning. I was going in circles to nowhere.”
“You look like you’re feeling pretty good today.”
“I slept like a ROCK.” Jenna grinned. “I woke in a kind of interesting situation though. Can we talk about that today?”
Monserrat rubbed the back of her neck as guilt wormed it’s way into her belly. “I’m really sorry, I should have checked in with you, or not…”
“Monchi! I’m not upset. I want to communicate.”
“Okay, yes, for sure. Not here though, right?”
Jenna looked around at the crowded cafeteria tables and blushed. “Not here. I need to grab something though. I’m starving.”
“Let’s get something from the cold case then, and carry it out. It’s a lot warmer lately.”
“Says the muscly woman who just lifted something or ran somewhere.” Jenna smirked, raising a hand to forestall Monserrat’s next idea. “I have long underwear on, I’ll be okay. Let’s do your plan.”
Monserrat grabbed a turkey sandwich and a bottle of water. She fumbled her food card onto the cafeteria floor when she saw what Jenna was buying. Her girlfriend was behind her in line, bashfully holding a capri-sun, string cheese, and peanut butter cheddar crackers.
“You noticed.” Jenna said quietly.
“Miss Michalski, are you flirting with me?” Monserrat retrieved her card and paid, stepping aside for Jenna.
Jenna paid quickly and stepped away from the counter. “Yes, Ms. Navarrete.”
Woah. That was certainly a reaction my body just had. Monserrat bit her lip, hard. The bright spark of pain mostly cleared her head.
“I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to concentrate on our talk, but let’s go.” She held her hand out for Jenna. Demurely, Jenna took the offered hand. Despite the frozen slush covering the campus, Monserrat was warm all the way to the tips of her toes.
One thing the cold could do nicely, was clear the horny fog from Monserrat’s brain. They found a nice dry bench under an overhang. Out of the wind, their lunch spot was merely brisk. Monserrat unwrapped her sandwich and took a huge bite, in as dire need of calories as her girlfriend was.
“Can you help me? I can’t get it open with my gloves on.” Jenna offered her string cheese to Monserrat.
What is she doing? What’s gotten into her? This is so cute, so hot, is she really doing it on purpose?
“Of course hon, I’m sorry I didn’t get you settled first.” Monserrat set her sandwich aside and opened the string cheese as well as the crackers. To Jenna’s obvious delight, she put the straw in the capri-sun pouch as well.
“Sweetie, this is a great surprise. I’m a little confused if we’re playing or not, though.”
“It is a good surprise? It wasn’t weird to do this out on campus?”
“It’s incredible. But I’m not sure how much I should respond.”
“As much as you want – as long as nobody hears or sees anything weird.”
“Wow. What brought this on?”
“Last night.” Jenna sipped her juice. “I woke up recharged. It wasn’t from going to be a couple of hours early.”
“You think you would have made it to two in the morning? You were wrecked.”
“I have caffeine in my room!”
“You’d be even worse off today if you’d drank coffee. I’m – really glad you liked being put to bed. I wasn’t sure if it would be okay, what I put you in.”
Jenna squirmed and made a show of carefully eating a bit of cheese. “I – liked it. I mean, I didn’t notice it at the time but when I woke up, it made me happy. It made me feel safe. Like you were there, in a way.”
Monserrat swallowed nervously. “I could put you to bed every night – if that’s something you wanted.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”
“You really want me to!?”
“I – yes, I think. I have questions. Will I be in a pullup every night?”
“Not if you don’t want…”
“Navi,” Jenny interrupted. “Do I have to wear a pullup when you put me to bed?”
Monserrat’s heart pounded until she could feel the pulse in her neck. “Yes Jenny. In case you have an accident.”
“Okay.” Jenny took a single cracker from the package, though they were no larger than a dime, and munched on it. “That leads to another question.”
“Take your time.” Monserrat put an arm around Jenna. Her girlfriend was pretty forthright about asking questions. If she felt the need to set one up, it was something she was nervous about.
“There are – some other questions I want to ask first, if it’s okay.”
“Of course, Jenny-bear.”
“If I have to wear them every night, are there other times I have to wear them?”
Is this really happening? Dios Mio, it’s happening.
“I think for now – it’d be best to do it on a case by case basis. Like if you’re sick, or it’s an evening you’ve been drinking, maybe sometimes on the weekend if you need extra care.”
Jenny nodded again and ate a single cracker, chasing it with a sip of juice. “It seems like – they’re important. What if – do I have to – when would – ugh. Navi, help!”
“Sweetie, I’m not sure what you’re trying to ask.”
Jenny leaned against Navi, panting fit to hyperventilate. “When does – what would – do Little girls always have accidents? What – when do – when do they have them?”
“That’s not something that happens to all Little girls. It doesn’t have to happen to you, my anxious-bear.”
“But you like – Little girls who have accidents. You like taking care of them.”
“I do. Honey, breathe with me. In – out. In – out. That’s a good girl. Keep breathing.”
Jenny managed to downgrade her panting to trembling, as she slowed her breathing under Navi’s direction.
“Baby girl, you’re terrified. I don’t think having an accident would be good for you.”
“You don’t know that! I can do it. I can do it for you!”
“I don’t want you to only do it for me. I want it to be something you want too.”
“It’s part of a thing you need.” Jenny insisted.
“There are lots of parts to that thing. We’ve barely scratched the surface. If you want to add something on, there’s lots to pick from.”
“Like what?”
“Like upgrading your pullup to a diaper. Not all the time, necessarily, but at least once for you to see what it’s like.”
“A diaper doesn’t seem like a big change from a pullup.”
“You’ll be surprised, I think. A diaper doesn’t slip on like panties. You have to lie down and let me put it on you. It’s hard to deal with without another person. I don’t let my Little girls change their own diapers anyway.”
Jenny gulped. “I can’t wear one today. Navi, I’m sorry, I have plans with Brooke.”
“I have plans with Clarissa myself. Do you want me to put you to bed tonight? Are we starting me tucking you in?”
“Yes please.”
“Sometimes a change in routine like this can trigger an accident. To be safe, I’m going to put you in a diaper at bedtime.”
“I thought the pullups were in case of accidents.”
“Nighttime accidents can be pretty big. I don’t want my Little girl to wake up in a wet bed.”
“I’m not a bedwetter.” Jenny pouted. “I’m a good girl.”
“Bedwetting doesn’t have anything to do with good and bad, it has to do with big and little. Did someone tell you that you were bad for wetting the bed, when you were a kid?”
“It only happened a couple of times! I was a good girl afterwards.”
“You’re always a good girl. Diapers and pullups are to protect you and the furniture. Since you’re not wearing them all the time, I should be checking you more. I can’t have my Little girl walking around with dirty panties.”
“Navi!” Jenny’s mouth hung open in shock. She was so outraged, she wasn’t blushing, her face had gone white instead. “I do NOT have dirty panties.”
“That’s for me to decide. When a Little girl protests this strongly, it’s usually to cover up something. There’s a bathroom right there. I could escort you in there and check you right now.”
“You wouldn’t.” Jenny’s voice fell to a whisper.
“I’m going to put you on the potty every night now. I don’t see the difference. Finish your juice, Little girl.” Navi put the pouch in Jenny’s hands and gathered their lunch debris into her sandwich bag.
“No, you can’t. I won’t let you.”
“Jenny, you started us playing this afternoon. If you want to stop the scene you need to tell me so precisely. Otherwise, you need to finish your juice and follow me to the bathroom unless you want a spanking.”
“I – I – I….” Jenny stared at Navi in fearful fascination. With a sudden motion, she put the straw in her mouth and drained the pouch.
“Good girl.”
Navi took the empty pouch away and firmly grasped Jenny’s hand. Taking full advantage of her long legs, she marched Jenny to the bathroom. Like most campus bathrooms, it was small and equipped with a deadbolt. Navi shot the bolt home and crouched in front of Jenny.
“Navi…” Jenny whined.
Navi ignored the whining, unbuttoning Jenny’s jeans an pulling them to her knees, along with the long underwear. More delicately, she teased Jenny’s panties down and inspected the crotch.
“These are damp.”
“That’s because I’m turned on!”
“I think we’d need more evidence to be sure. For instance, if you need to potty, that’s a data point in favor of this being a little accident.”
“That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Sure it does. Depending on how badly you have to go, you might have missed holding in a trickle.” Navi guided Jenny over to the toilet, supporting her waist to help with her hobbled steps. Ignoring another whine, Navi firmly sat Jenny on the potty.
“What if I don’t have to go?”
“I’m sure you could go at least a little. We’re not leaving this bathroom until you go potty. It’s pretty cold in here, I’d hurry if I were you.”
Despite the progress they’d made, Jenny hesitated on the toilet. Her cheeks were pink and her head bowed. Monserrat worried that she’d pushed Jenny too far, until the Little girl gave in and used the potty. It was the biggest potty Monchi had witnessed from Jenny yet.
“Oh my. You really had to go. Was all your protesting because you couldn’t tell, or were you being untruthful because you were embarrassed about your accident?”
“It wasn’t an accident, I was – I’m turned on.”
“Maybe, but you tried to get out of using the potty by pretending you didn’t need to go. Which was it, Jenny-bear? Did you not know you had to go? Were you being naughty?”
Jenny squirmed, putting her face in her hands.
“You need to answer me, Little girl. Otherwise I’ll decide on the option I think is the most likely.”
“What happens if – if…”
“If you were being naughty, you’re getting a quick spanking, right here in this bathroom. If you couldn’t tell, then it’s time or me to start carrying your diaper bag on campus.”
“I was being naughty!” Jenny blurted desperately.
“I thought so.” Navi helped Jenny stand and wiped her rear. “Good girl waiting for me to clean you. You can leave your pants and panties down. Waddle your butt over to the sink and put both hands on the counter.”
Reluctantly, Jenny did as she was told. She whimpered when Navi pulled her hips back from the counter, forcing her to bend over. Pushing Jenny’s legs apart as far as her jeans would allow got a gasp out of the Little girl, but no resistance.
Navi took a moment to stroke Jenny’s rear. The Little girl trembled, but didn’t moan or squirm. It didn’t look like spanking was becoming a turn on. That was fine by Navi. Discipline could get tricky when the sub wanted to be spanked.
I don’t want Jenny to act out to get spankings. I want her to be a good girl.
Navi smiled, pulling her hand back. It was a whole new feeling to be correcting behavior instead of pushing buttons. She wanted a Little girl to be proud of, who would be happy and well-behaved.
From how contrite her girl had been, It seemed like Jenny wanted the same thing. Whole new avenues of play were opening up. Merely thinking about extending discipline into their daily life was a thrill for Monserrat.
With punishment instead of pleasure in mind, Navi swatted Jenny hard. Besides the earlier stroking, there was no warmup. Four sharp strokes left red-blotched ovals on Jenny’s cheeks.
Jenny was too shocked during the spanking to make a sound. “Ah! That hurt! That really hurt!”
“You did a naughty thing. Are you going to do it again?”
“No!” Jenny whimpered.
“Let’s make sure.” Navi stood Jenny up and arranged her arms behind her back. “Tell me what naughty thing you did.”
“I – fibbed about not needing to go to the bathroom.”
“That’s right. What are you going to do from now on when I ask you if you have to go?”
“Tell the truth.”
“Good girl.” Navi pulled Jenny’s clothes up and buttoned them. “That’s what your spanking was for. It’s not part of the fun. It’s to make sure you’ll be a good girl in the future, understand?”
Jenny’s eyes widened. Though she was holding her rear and wincing, there was a smile teasing the corner of her mouth.
“I’m going to be strict with you, Jenny. I won’t let you become a bad girl, understand?”
“Yes Navi,” Jenny said lovingly.
“I have to get to volleyball practice. If I don’t see you before then, I’ll put you in a diaper and tuck you in tonight, okay?”
“Sounds good.” Jenny smiled wistfully.
“That’s my good girl.” Navi leaned in and gave Jenny a long, slow kiss.
Jenny moaned softly into the kiss. Navi held her closer, gasping when Jenny slid her hands under Navi’s shirt. As Jenny’s soft hands wandered across her back, Navi let her lips wander along the Little girl’s cheek and neck. They both whimpered as their hips came together.
With a guilty sigh, Navi pulled back. “We shouldn’t – in here?”
Jenna nodded, though she wasn’t as adamant about her refusal as Monserrat expected. What’s going on? First diapers, now she’s actually considering sex in a public place? How wild is this Little girl going to get?
Wordlessly, Jenna clung to Monserrat’s coat as they left the bathroom. They took a moment to breathe the crisp winter air. Silent expressions of love shone in Jenna’s wide eyes, mirrored by adoration in Monserrat’s own.
“I have to go hon, I wish I didn’t.” Monserrat carefully peeled Jenna’s hands off her coat.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. Have fun with Brooke. Be a good girl.” Monchi lightly swatted Jenny’s rear.
“Hey, that’s still sore!”
“Good. It’s supposed to be a reminder.”
Jenna ducked her head and scurried away.