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“Right then,” said Carlson, smoothing down Rosaline’s rumpled skirts. “I think we made a mistake putting you in this adorable little outfit. It doesn’t really suit you after all, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t,” muttered Rosaline, suddenly remembering the silly tinsel on her head.
“No,” sympathised Carlson. “That’s why you’ve been behaving so poorly. You’re not happy being a fairy princess.”
“Obviously,” said Rosaline, keenly aware of her wet knickers and leg. “It’s intolerable!”
Carlson nodded sympathetically and began rummaging in a trunk.
Rosaline squinted at him. Was he finally ready to stop humiliating her? She would dearly love to have her own clothes back right now. And ideally some fresh underwear.
“No, I think it’s understandable that when a little girl has to grow up too quickly, she has a tantrum, and when that happens… well… it can lead to fussy little girls having little accidents,” soothed Carlson.
“Ugh, shut up! That must have been… a trick!” blustered Rosaline. “It didn’t… I didn’t!”
Then she paused, realising what he’d just said.
“Wait a minute. Grow up too qui – what do you mean? I’m already dressed like a five-year-old!”
“Exactly,” said Carlson. “Polly, sweetheart, would you help Rosy off with her fairy dress please? If she’s difficult, just grab the slipper and the soap. Let’s get her into something more appropriate.”
The door to Carlson’s room fairly shook with yells and screeches, and the girls in the hall strained to hear what was going on in there. Every so often, a slapping sound would swap the loud outrage for a series of squeaks, but this would then give way to muffled abuse as Rosaline found her voice again.
“Anyone would think he was torturing her, instead of giving her a little smack on the bottom,” said Cerys, rolling her eyes.
“She’s already been spanked, and all,” said Ruby. “Wonder what’s got her caterwauling like that.”
The door opened a crack and Polly poked her head out, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Oh boy,” she said. “Stay right there, ladies. You’re going to enjoy this.”
Carlson and Polly emerged a few minutes later, looking back through the open door.
“Come along,” warned Carlson.
“I’m not coming out there!” came a petulant voice.
“Do I need to ask Polly to get the hairbrush again? Because if I do, she’ll pass it to every one of your aunties out here, and they can each give you three good whacks on that sore bottom…”
“I don’t care!”
“Very well…” Carlson nodded to Polly and she tapped her ebony hairbrush against her palm as she re-entered th room, closing the door behind her.
More wailing and yelping followed, and a few heavy items were knocked over in the struggle. The girls heard the sound of a stern telling-off and gradually the girlish squeals turned to sorries.
Eventually, Polly came back through, a serene smile on her face.
“Little Rosy’s feeling much more sociable now,” she told Carlson, then turned again to the open door: “Aren’t we, poppet? Do you want to come out and show your aunties how adorable you look?”
There was a pained groan and then a rustling sound as Rosaline, face scarlet from her struggles, shuffled through the door.
The assembled girls gasped and then collapsed with laughter, before mocking Rosaline mercilessly.
“Ohhh, she’s so precious!”
“You have outdone yourselves – what a little darling!”
“Now this is the right outfit for someone who throws tantrums and wets herself!”
Rosaline cringed, her face hot with rage and embarrassment. The fairy dress had been replaced with a shorter white frock with butterfly sleeves, trimmed in rows of fluffy lace. It completely failed to hide the thick white nappy she had been pinned into, and which had been topped with ruffled plastic pants. Her feet were swaddled in pink bootees and on her head, she wore a frilly pink bonnet, tied with a fussy ribbon.
“Who’s the prettiest little house baby?” cooed Lily, pinching Rosaline’s cheek. “It’s little Rosy – yes it is!”
“Aww, and she’s all protected now,” giggled Cerys. “No little dribbles down the leg when she gets worked up!”
Rosaline wanted to die.
“Oh, I HAVE to bounce her on my lap!” declared Ruby. “Give her here!”
Rosaline opened her mouth to protest but Polly shoved her forward, causing her to overbalance and tumble into Ruby’s arms. Ruby was surprisingly strong – most likely from years of strapping distinguished bottoms – and she scooped up the new baby with ease, jogging her knee to give her a horsie ride.
“Let… me… GO!” shouted Rosaline as she rose and fell, her nappy crinkling loudly and her silly bonnet bobbing.
“Sorry, Baby Rosy – you need to say the magic word!” trilled Ruby.
“Let me BLOODY go!” screamed Rosaline.
The girls shared a scandalised ‘Oooh’, looking to Ruby for her reaction.
“Would you like the soap, my dear?” asked Carlson. “Naughty babies never learn without consequences.”
“Wait,” said Petra. “I’ve got just the thing.”
Rosaline struggled and swore, but Ruby held her firmly on her lap while Petra dashed to her room.
“What is she doing? Let me GO! I won’t have this!” barked the new baby.
Petra reappeared, one hand behind her back.
“Now,” she said, bringing her face close to Rosaline’s, “would you care to repeat that dirty word you just said?”
“I said…” growled Rosaline, “Let… me… BLOODY GO!”
“Thought so!” Petra timed it perfectly so just before Rosaline closed her mouth, she was able to shove in a blue dummy. There were ribbons tied to either side and Petra swiftly tugged these behind Rosaline’s head, knotting them below the back of her bonnet.
A fresh peal of laughter rang out as Little Rosie threw a muffled tantrum, her face purple with fury at being shushed like a baby.
“TRRRK RRRRTT RRRTTT!” she fussed, writhing in Ruby’s grip.
“She really is a spoilt little brat, isn’t she?” said Cerys.
“That she is,” said Ruby. “Mr Carlson, you mentioned that our Poll might share her hairbrush with us?”
“How rude of me!” smiled Polly, handing over the wicked implement. In a trice, Ruby had flipped Rosaline over her lap, and trapped the girl’s kicking legs between her own.
“Now, let’s do this properly.” She cracked her knuckles. “First, we take down Baby’s rubber pants – don’t they have the prettiest ruffles, girls?”
Agonisingly slowly, she peeled down the noisy knickers as Rosaline railed from behind her dummy.
“Now then,” continued Ruby. “We gently unpin Baby’s nappy and check if she needs another change!”
Rosaline looked back with an evil glare, gibbering curses and flailing with her hand to stop her bottom being bared. Ruby calmly caught the interfering paw and trapped that as well.
“Dear me,” she said. “Little Rosy needs a very firm telling-off. Now, let’s take out those safety pins and see that naughty bottom!”
She peeled back the fluffy cotton, showing Rosaline’s sore behind to the group.
“Oooh, she has earned herself a hiding today, hasn’t she?” crowed Lily, patting Rosaline’s sore pink cheeks.
“And continues to do so!” grinned Ruby, bringing the brush down firmly.
“MMMPPHHHH!” winced Rosaline, arching upward. The second stroke fell, and the third.
“Are we sorry for being so petulant, Rosy?” she heard from her punisher. “Sorry for being so rude to Auntie Ruby?”
“YNNNSSSSS!” Tears streamed down Rosaline’s face and her nose began to run, the snot bouncing off her dummy.
“Awww, looks like she’s just a little baby after all,” pouted Lily. “She’s crying from a teeny wittle spanking!”
She whipped out a hankie and spat on it, scrubbing Rosaline’s face like a brusque nanny.
“NNNHHH!” cringed Rosaline in disgust, then she howled as a fourth stroke landed on her bottom.
“Two more!” called Ruby. “Be a brave girl and take your punishment, and maybe I won’t pass on the brush to your other aunties… “
Rosaline chomped down on her dummy and grimaced through the fifth and sixth licks from the brush, her nose running freely as she stood up, shaking.
“Ooh, looks like someone’s been shaved!” taunted Lily, and Rosaline shoved her hand over her naked lower half. Carlson had indeed held her still as Polly gently razored off her pubic hair. She looked like a little girl down there.
“Right,” said Ruby. “Let’s get her nappy back on. Don’t want Baby Rosy to get too worked up and tinkle on the carpet again, do we?”
Rosaline was manhandled onto her back on the rug and her legs swept up by Polly. She winced as cold cream was slapped onto her sore bottom, followed by sweet-smelling powder. The thick nappy was laid out and her bottom lowered onto it. Two of the girls held her legs apart so Ruby could tug the front up and over her smooth, xposed pussy, pinning it snugly in place.
“Who’s got her rubber knickers?” she called, and these were brought across. Lily playfully called “ONE! TWO” as Rosaline’s legs were fed through the holes.
“Aaand… HUP!” Ruby stood her charge upright and wiggled the rustling fabric up Rosaline’s legs and over her podgy nappy.
“Been a while since I changed my youngest sister, but it appears I still have the skills,” she chuckled. “Thanks for holding her still, girls!”
Rosaline stood, slightly bow-legged from the bulk between her legs, and snivelled.
The hall clock struck 2pm.
“Oh hell,” said Petra. “Mr Pender will be here any minute.”
“Petra, my darling,” said Carlson. “What say you meet Mr Pender and get him settled in, but then we introduce him to our littlest house member?”
Petra clapped her hands. “Really? I can get out of Daddy time with Mr P today?”
“Well, Little Rosy is here to pay back the house, isn’t she?” said Carlson. “Since she’s dressed the part, she may as well begin now. Mr Pender is an easy client – he just wants to take care of a sweet little girl for an hour.”
Rosaline shivered. Take care of her… how? Nobody could see her like this!
“Relax!” said Ruby, tweaking Rosaline’s nose. “Mr P won’t hurt you. Not into spanking or anything raunchy, that one. Quite the opposite: get ready to be spoiled silly!”
“Don’t forget Mimi!” said Polly, shoving the doll into Ruby’s arms. “If I find her discarded, you really are getting a brushing from everyone here!”
“Oh, and Petra,” added Carlson. “You’ll keep your share of the fee. We’ll take it off Rosy’s debt.”
Petra beamed – this day got better and better!
Just then, the doorbell rang. Cerys scooted off to anwer it.
“Come on then, Baby Rosy,” said Petra. “Let’s get you ready to meet Daddy!”