Believes she's a schoolgirl

Rose stood before her daughter squirming like an awkward schoolgirl. She wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to, in case her daughter had changed her mind. It was times like these that brought home how firmly her daughter was in charge.

Rose had become used to her daughter dictating everything in her life, but sometimes it was excruciating waiting upon the girl to decide something. Her daughter sometimes dragged out a decision, making her wait for a pronouncement. The anticipation kept her on her best behaviour, trying hard to be a good little girl for her mother.

After a few weeks living a role reversal, they were both used to the arrangement. They had no choice but see it through, as it had gone too far, with everyone thinking Janice was Rose, and vice-a-versa. Neighbours, teachers, school friends, and even her boyfriend, accepted Rose was eighteen. Even the police had her fingerprints on record, and of course the school authorities had her registered as eighteen.

Janice was firmly in charge, with her mother accepting it, trying hard to be a good girl, and do well at school. It had been amusing ordering her step-mother around, though it became ordinary, with both accepting it as normal. It was still fun pushing her mother deeper into being her little girl. She couldn't help dressing her mother in youngsters clothes, and treating her like a young teen.

It was partly because it embarrassed her mother, and also, because it reinforced the woman's natural submissiveness. It helped keep her mother under control, and in the role of schoolgirl. There was no way she was going to swap with her mother, not now she had such freedom. She loved being in charge and telling her mother what to do.

Rose felt she should do something to put things right. Having everyone treat her like a schoolgirl, took away her adult authority. It was easier to just go along with it all, until she found it was impossible to swap back. Her daughter had taken charge of her, and was doing a good job. She didn't want to hurt her boyfriend, and was enjoying high school the second time around.

Earlier the two women had played around with Rose's boyfriend Paul, in a power play between them. Janice had teased her mother, about the boyfriend and she ended up on his lap. He'd kissed her and she kissed him back. It was natural enough, as they were both eighteen, but he thought she was the mother.

Rose felt more powerless than ever, from thinking her daughter could even take her boyfriend away from her. The naughty game was over, and Janice was going to send her mother to her room, for some peace a quiet. That was what Rose wanted, and why she was squirming like a gauche schoolgirl.

***

'Have you done all your chores, girl?' Janice asked her mother.

'Like, yes, mom, like, you know, can I just go now?' Rose asked, sounding bored and that it was tiresome talking to her mother.

'Thanks for doing the washing up, Paul,' her daughter said.

'You're welcome, Mrs Williams. Is there anything else I can do?' he politely asked.

'You can give me a hug,' Janice said.

Maybe she shouldn't be teasing her mother, but the guy was a handsome hunk and being in his arms felt good. She winked at her mother over his shoulder. The look of anger in Rose's face should have warned her off, but she had to push the woman a bit more. A hand went down to the boy's bottom and squeezed. Though he was eighteen like her, she felt older, especially as he deferred to her as the mother of his girlfriend.

'If she doesn't treat you right, come and see me. My room's on the left,' Janice whispered, loud enough for her mother to hear.

Paul was sensible enough to know the two women were just playing around, and she didn't mean it. Or so he hoped. Rose mouthed the word, 'bitch', and smiled sarcastically.

'That's fine. You can take Paul to your room now. Don't make too much noise,' she warned, and patted his ass.

'Mom!' Rose said, realising what her daughter meant.

'One more thing. Have you taken your pill today?' Janice asked, as they were leaving the room.

'Yes! Like, quick, yea, before she thinks of something else embarrassing,' Rose told Paul.

Rose gave her mother a broad grin as she left the room, and Janice laughed along with her. All had been forgiven. It seemed they both had what they wanted, and it was all working out well. Janice had a good job, and a steady boyfriend. Her mother had settled in school, made friends, and she too had a boyfriend.

Janice was worried about Paul staying the night. He was a nice boy, but he was only eighteen, whereas her step-mother was twenty-six. Like everyone else, he had no idea they had reversed their roles.

It was amusing watching her mother acting like a love-struck teen around the boy. Because she was so thoroughly into being a schoolgirl, her mother had become more submissive than usual. Around the boy she acted like his little obedient pet, even here at home in front of her daughter. Janice wondered what her mother was like at school, and what she got up to in his car. Was she willing to pander to that boy's whims when they were alone?

Janice could accept her mother smooching a boy from school, and even deeply petting would fit with her new role. The thought of that boy mauling her mother's breasts and naughty bits, was awful. Damn! They might be at it right now in her bedroom.

He thought Janice was her mother so he behaved himself. He was polite and treated her mother decently in front of Janice. How was he treating her when they were alone? Was he taking advantage of her submissiveness, and her willingness to please? Was he making her do nasty things?

Thinking about her mother having sex wasn't nice, but having sex with a boy from school was weird. The idea of her mother being that boy's sex-toy, was creepy. She was eager to get him to her room, so maybe it was alright, they weren't doing anything kinky.

It was one reason she wanted her mother to bring him home, and allowed him to stay the night. It was an opportunity to check them out. The other reason was that she enjoyed wielding this new adult power. Although only eighteen, she was considered an adult and a mother by everyone. It was fun exercising a strict control over her schoolgirl mother, and flexing her power over the eighteen-year-old boyfriend.

She'd phoned the school to explain the girl couldn't cope with eleventh grade, and needed to drop a grade. When she came home crying, saying they were going to put her in ninth grade, Janice wanted to laugh out loud. Seeing her mother dressed in a junior high school uniform had been hilarious.

The woman seemed to shrink in the uniform, and behaved like a little girl, taking on the role of a junior schoolgirl. Pushing her into the role certainly helped to control the woman. There didn't seem to be anything left of the adult, as all her status was wiped away, leaving a shy and awkward young girl.

The grade change didn't work out, but she was pleased for her mother, as Rose was happier staying in twelfth grade. It also relieved Janice of a concern she had. The longer they played this game, the more serious it became, until her mother believed she was a schoolgirl. For Janice it would be impossible to give up her new adult status. So what was she to do with her mother, when she left school?

Though they were used to the role reversal, Janice could still embarrass her mother by dressing the woman in younger clothes, and treat her like a young teen at home. Her mother was slim, with a slight stature, except for a large bust which looked out of place on a young looking girl. With those large breasts, she looked like a girl developing too quickly, like someone too tall, or with thin gangly legs.

Men often looked at her breasts then quickly looked away, thinking she was too young. If they realised she was twenty-six they wouldn't look so guilty. What was amusing was the boys. Rose didn't notice, but Janice smiled to herself when boys stared at her mother's large breasts.

They had grown while in she was in school, and Janice wondered why, but didn't mention it to Rose as she was sensitive about it. She was sensitive about a few things recently, just like an adolescent joining the adult world. Whenever her mother tried to assert herself, Janice had to push her back in place, as she needed to preserve her position.

Her mother got away with pretending to be eighteen, and could just about get away with acting younger. So far she'd dressed her as a sixteen-year-old, and made it work. How far could she go with this?

Janice laughed out loud, and finished another glass of wine.

***

'So what do you think of my mom?' Rose asked.

'She's nice, but a bit flaky. I guess I mean she's different. I don't know any of the mom's who would kiss a daughter's boyfriend. Though, I don't think any of the boyfriends would want to kiss the mom's,' he laughed.

'You kissed my mom. Did you enjoy it?' Rose asked, and began to question him.

'Sort of. It was embarrassing. Yea, I did enjoy it, she's a MILF. No! I don't want to sleep with her, I've got you. No! I don't want to kiss her again. She looks good, but I've got you, and I mean it. I think I'm falling in love with you, that's why,' he shyly spoke.

'What if she was eighteen? Would you sleep with her then?' Rose asked.

'If we got to know each other, I might. But not while I'm going out with you, and she's your mother,' he tried reassuring her.

'What if I asked you to, because she hasn't had it in a while,' Rose teased.

'Oh! Well, that would be different. As a favour to you I'd screw your mother, of course I would,' he laughed, and grabbed her.

He tickled her and pulled her clothes off, while she did the same to him. They rolled around on the bed naked, play fighting, with pinches and bites. Then suddenly it became serious. It started with a kiss, while both hands touched sensuous places.

***

Charlie turned up when Rose and Paul had gone to bed. He was a little surprised that she let a boy stay the night with her daughter.

'I've put her on the pill. If I don't let her have him here, it will be somewhere else. At that age a girl needs sex, just as much as boys. They're learning, and its best they learn here where it's safe,' Janice lectured.

'Well, you know best,' Charlie said.

It came home to her that she had sent her mother off to bed, with a schoolboy, and she burst out laughing. She'd put her mother on the pill, so she could have sex with a schoolboy! Arranging for her mother to have sex with a boy from school was wicked. Of all the embarrassing things she had done to her mother, this was the most outrageous!

However, the woman was enjoying it, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

'What are you laughing at?' Charlie asked.

'Nothing, really! We've got the evening to ourselves, they won't bother us,' she cajoled him.

'Didn't you promise me something?' he asked. 'What could it have been?' he teased.

'Oh! That! I thought you'd gone off the idea,' she teased right back.

Janice thought of her mother, and relaxed. It was hypocrisy criticising her mother, if she was going to do it for Charlie. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.

'I want a full on, long drawn out kiss. A great big smooch, with lots of tongue,' she demanded.

It was partly to rid the feeling of that boy's kiss of earlier, and also a reward for what she was about to do. Not having the time to practice deep throat, or even giving it much thought, she would try her best. A blow job was just another, 'man demand', and didn't mean much to her.

In the bedroom they undressed like a married couple, folding their clothes before getting into bed. Charley didn't even notice the bed had been moved away from the thin partition wall. He was keenly waiting for her to suck him dry. He was wondering if she had mastered deep throat.

She'd said it was a special treat, so maybe it wasn't on offer often. To avoid spoiling the atmosphere, he kept quiet. There was no way he wanted to put her off. How he could encourage her to hurry up he had no idea. Not many women were interested in sucking a cock, yet they laid back quickly enough when he sucked them.

It was so unfair. He was more than willing to lend his cock out for women to use, but women kept their sex to themselves. It wasn't as though he would wear their vagina out, so why were they so uptight about lending it out. He stifled a giggle of happiness when she gripped his cock.

He watched her sizing him up. She was looking up at him through those long eyelashes, with a challenging impish tease. At that moment, with her lips an inch from his cock, she looked so very young and innocent. It seemed an impossibility, but she did. He wondered if she looked seventeen or eighteen?

He thought she was twenty-six, a bit young to have a step-daughter, but she seemed to be coping well. Her age would explain why she understood the girl, and was so lax with her.

Janice was eighteen and was the step daughter, but he wasn't to know that. If she told him her so called daughter, was really her mother, and he had spanked her bare bottom, how would he react? Janice wondered if he might want both of them in bed. What would it be like to share a boyfriend?

That would be controlling her mother beyond all imagination. Dictating how she had sex, and what she did in bed would be outrageous. When her mother came home from school, she could announce who the woman was to screw that night. Rose giggled, and wondered if she was becoming obsessed with controlling her mother.

Janice concentrated on her boyfriend, and kissed the head of his penis. The head throbbed, and for a moment she thought he was going to orgasm. She didn't want him to spurt his load in her face. This was too soon, and she'd learnt he could control himself. Could he when she did this?

Licking the length of his cock to lubricate it, made it really twitch. Then she realised it was his whole body twitching, not just his cock. Sucking the head of his cock into her mouth was just the beginning. It seemed to fill her mouth, and she nearly choked. After promising and teasing him so much, she had to fulfil the bargain.

Pulling her head back off his cock, she made the ugly wet popping sound. Licking the red hood, she took deep breaths, hoping to hold her breath if she couldn't breathe.

Sucking its head into her mouth, she recklessly plunged down. He didn't have his hand behind her head, though if he did, she would have quit. Pulling her head back she took another deep breath, and plunged down again. It bulged out her cheek, as she wasn't prepared to deep throat him. Maybe she might practice, if he was good and made her cum. Sure to choke, she kept it well away from her throat.

Able to take a lot of it in her mouth, she began to relax, and concentrated on breathing around his demanding monster. Was he going to cum in her mouth? The very thought of it was gross. If he warned her, she would fall back away from him.

'Oh! God! Yes! That is so good!' he moaned.

It was usually her loudly expressing pleasure. Her mother had imitated her one time at breakfast. It was embarrassing, and she had to admit not to have been aware of her yelling obscenities at the time.

Janice heard an urgent murmuring, then realised it was her mother's schoolboy. Damn! The boy was having an orgasm! Was her mother sucking him off, while she did the same with her boyfriend? Making him last a little longer was now necessary, as though it were a competition between mother and daughter. Who's boyfriend could hold out the longest?

Both of them were groaning loudly. The boy's moaning was muffled, but easily recognised for what it was through the thin walls.

Rose could hear her daughter's boyfriend moaning and groaning. With a special effort Rose sucked on Paul hard, to be rewarded with a louder and heavier groaning. Paul began to spurt his load down Rose's throat. She didn't splutter or choke. She held her breath for as long as she could, then gripped his cock with her lips, as she pulled back.

Paul had never ever felt anything like it. The emotions rocking his mind were almost physical, they were that strong. He was in love! As soon as he could breath and talk, he would tell her.

Janice continued to run up and down his cock, with a tongue and lips gripping her boyfriends cock. Less experience meant it took longer, and she had to work harder, or so she thought. Charlie was experienced but this was superb, and he wanted to hold back, wanting it to last forever.

***

Another male was being sucked on, but neither Janice nor Rose could hear his groans and moans. It was happening the other side of town. It was also far more of a professional job, as the woman took his cock down her throat. Like Rose, she was older than the boy she was blowing.

Miss Derby was a teacher and knew how to learn new tricks. Although it was one of her eighteen-year-old students, he was teaching her new techniques of pleasure. In addition he was training the woman to be his obedient pet-girl. It had been her fantasy for some years, to be a powerful and dominant man's pet girl, but it certainly never included a student.

Being found out by one of her students, her weakness could have become a nightmare. He used evidence from her laptop to blackmail her, and she was determined to get the evidence back. Pretending to go along with it, she promised to spend the evening with him, but it didn't go to plan, for her.

Brian just happened to be a natural dominant male. He also had a knack for finding out all about her fetish on the internet, and translating it into action to satisfy her needs. Before she had a chance to put him in his place, and silence him, he'd taken over.

It was so sudden, it was a shock. One minute she was pretending to submit to him, the next moment he'd mastered here. It took awhile for her to recover from that first session, and it was too late then, she was hooked. His teacher became his pet-girl, and they never looked back.

She happily nodded her head up and down his cock, massaging it with her lips and tongue. He spurted his cum into her mouth, and a look of disappointment crossed her face, to be quickly replaced by a smile. She hoped he didn't spot the mistake, as she would be punished for the criticism.

The disappointment was from knowing he wouldn't be filling her cunt with his potent cum for awhile. Not until later, and after she had worked hard upon him. She would enjoy sucking her master to erection, and of course her master would last longer a second time.

A smile of joy filled her face. There was always a silver lining with anything to do with her master. He was wonderful, and it was no wonder she worshiped him.

Sitting back on her haunches, she opened her mouth to show her master his semen. Most of it had splashed directly into her stomach, though she saved some for him to see.

'You may swallow, pet-girl,' he told his teacher.

It was still a thrill to see a teacher with his cum on her tongue. She swallowed the small amount, and he knew he must have spurted his load down her throat, directly into her stomach. Having his teacher blow him was awesome, and receiving deep throat was mind blowing. It wasn't that her throat felt so tight around his cock, it was that his teacher was willing to do it.

He knew not to take her for granted, or to spoil what they had together in anyway. He was careful to give her what she needed, and not reveal this game to anyone.

When he sat in class, he'd stare at her, imagining her naked at his feet, ready to suck his cock.

The picture easily came to mind, as she had learned the deep throat technique just for him. For him it was the most enjoyable sex, but not for her, so he would make it up to her later. It would have to stop for awhile, so it didn't become commonplace. He smiled at her, while she looked up at him, with a genuine expression of adoration.
His teacher was a beautiful woman, and he cherished her.

'This humble pet-girl would like to massage your feet, master,' she offered, because he enjoyed it.

'Not tonight, pet-girl. We are having an early night, as I have a surprise for you tomorrow,' he promised.

His teacher eagerly wagged her butt-plug tail. She wore the tail as a pet-girl should, but it was also used to stretch her anus for his cock. He wasn't in much of a hurry to bugger her, in case he didn't like it, and she did. He would still have to do it, to please his pet, as their pleasure worked both ways. He demanded pleasure as he was her master, and pretended it was all about him.

He took hold of the leash, and guided her to the bedroom. It had been her apartment, until he took it over, as well as her. A big smile of pleasure lit her face as she crawled next to her wonderful master. He really knew how to keep her happy, and satisfy her kinky fetish.

When he was in her classroom, she became heated up. Unable to look at him, she hoped he wouldn't ask her a question, or she might be tempted to get on all fours, and beg him to master her. She wore his collar around her neck at all times, and in school had to wear high necked blouses to hide it. It was a symbol of her submission, and being owned by her master.

She wore a skirt all the time, even to school, so he could take her whenever he felt like it. It was so exciting not knowing when he was going fuck her. He'd reduced her to a nervous wreck, until she moved on to not caring about anything. She was calm and placid, from letting her master decide what was proper behaviour for his pet-girl. She learned to obey her master fully, and that was as it should be for a fully trained pet-girl.

Her master removed her tail, to allow her to freshen up. It was difficult sleeping with it in, so he would reinsert it tomorrow morning. Returning to the bedroom, she slipped under the covers at the foot of the bed, ready to sleep with his flaccid cock in her mouth.

When it started to grow she realised he was ready to take her, and she eagerly sucked on it to bring it fully awake. Her pride and joy was taking his cock into her vagina, for him to reinforce her submission. Sometimes he pulled her on top, so she could feel all of him deep inside. He was always a considerate lover, and kept her so very happy.

***

The alarm went off at three in the morning, vibrating on the bedside table, just loud enough to wake Rose. Taking a firm hold of Pauls' cock, she began to energise it. When in high school before, she hadn't the slightest experience of boys. She'd heard eighteen-year-olds were randy, and always ready for it. This was certainly true for Paul. He was erect before he was properly awake.

'Make love to me, darling,' she demanded.

'So this is revenge is it,' he sleepily said.

Rolling on top of her, he soon woke up when his cock slipped into her. He wasn't sure, but he thought she had pushed herself onto his cock.

She wasn't a teenager any more, but it seemed she was going through the maturing process, with plenty of hormones affecting her for a second time. Her breasts were developing as a teen would, though adding to an already developed bust. As a teenager she had been interested in sex, and this time around she was obsessed by it.

This was vengeance for her daughter waking her up in the middle of the night, with that boyfriend of hers. Now she was going to make some noise with her boyfriend. It didn't take much to set her off. Paul set-up a slow rhythm, enough to have her moaning loudly. When an orgasm hit, she screamed.

There was movement in the next room, and she figured her point had been made. Then she heard her daughter and the guy starting up a steady rhythm.

Rose giggled, and said, 'We've inspired them!'

Eventually all four fell asleep, with happy smiles on their faces.

***

Rose and Janice, got up late. Their boyfriends had already left, so they didn't have to paint their faces, and they could relax over breakfast. Janice was cooking breakfast while Rose chattered on about this and that.

Janice looked at her mother with a strange expression on her face, as the obscene dream had come back to haunt her. It was an exaggeration of how much she was controlling her mother. Was it a warning, meaning for her to hold back a little?

Janice forgot about it, and they went shopping. That at least would amuse them both.

***

Brian and his teacher got up late from having been awake playing, instead of having an early night. They had been playing their special game, and became carried away.

Brian and Miss Derby drove out of town to avoid anyone they might know. She wore a short skirt, with a thin butt plug tail poked up underneath it, and a crop top. No longer looking like a respectable teacher, instead she looked like a good sport. A girl on the prowl, and not just to flirt. The butt-plug tail would be a surprise to anyone who patted her bottom.

The big football hunk, Brian, put off any men thinking of approaching her. Being led around on a leash was kinky, and any who noticed thought it was just a gimmick. Miss Derby thought it was thrilling. This was the ultimate display of her kinky side, on show in public. She would never have dared do this without her master to protect her.

'Take me home, Brian, I need to be fucked!' she demanded.

She wasn't on hands and knees but he figured he could get her there if he pressed the right buttons to work her up. She was bouncing with sexual energy, ready for anything. It looked as though she were on drugs, and so security were watching her. This was no time to explain she was a sensible teacher and could be trusted.

Not blowing her job was of vital importance to her, though not to him. Her master had offered to look after her, making her a live-in pet at his apartment. He had a separate apartment in his parent's house, above a double garage, with a separate entrance. Their game wouldn't be much different from now, though her last vestiges of freedom would be taken away by her master.

So far, she had put him off, but when excited she was vulnerable, and might agree. What would it be like, to be kept in a cage by a teenager? She would be his pathetic little pet-girl, kept for sex, and his entertainment. That would be her life from that moment on. She would be nothing but a boy's toy, being played with, then put away in her box.

This was a big step and had to be carefully considered. Without a job, she would be completely dependent upon him. Without a pay packet, She wouldn't have the means to extricate herself from the situation, and so it would become a trap. It wouldn't take long for her to become his obedient, domesticated pet, fully trained, no longer thinking of freedom.

'What's the matter, pet-girl,' he asked, when she stopped dead.

'I'm having an orgasm!' she whispered.

He chuckled from the weirdness of it. His teacher was on the end of a leash, in a busy mall, having an orgasm. He wondered what else he could do with her in public. She was certainly enjoying the public orgasm, despite looking embarrassed.

He knew all her secrets and what motivated her emotions. He knew what buttons to press to manipulate her. He knew how to control her every thought and emotion. Working her up, and keeping her that way, was most enjoyable.

She was almost ready to move into his apartment. Then she would have to leave teaching, to become his permanent pet-girl.

***

Janice picked a nice dress for her mother, and made her try it on.

'Mom, like, this is so bad, please!' she begged.

'You have to do as you are told, girl,' Janice firmly stated.

'Or what? Oh! Please don't spank me, mom!' her mother whispered. 'Alright, I'll do it, whatever. Like, really, what is it with you and these little girl dresses, yea?' Rose asked her daughter.

Janice wanted to tell her, she had worn jeans and t-shirts as a kid. It was only now she missed the girly parties, and gossiping about boys. Wanting to be like her dad, had dominated her life. Finding out he was an ass to women, spoiled her image of him. She now wanted to be his little girl, but he was gone with no chance of it happening.

'Never mind, just do as you are told, sweetie,' Janice firmly stated.

Walking through the mall, old ladies looked at her and smiled. A pair of them talked down to her, being more patronising than she could stand. What could she say?

'Your little girl is so cute! She's wearing an adorable party dress. What's that on her panties?' one of them asked.

Janice couldn't resist it. She lifted the hem, and petticoats, to show them the delightful white panties decorated with cartoon characters. Rose could feel the panties pulled tight over her mons, and between her cheeks.

It would be embarrassing as a mature woman, to be showing off her panties in a public place. As an eighteen-year-old, it was highly embarrassing. If her school friends saw her now, she would die of shame. Though, to some degree, she was getting used to it. Everyone in her class knew what her mother was like. They asked her how she withstood the embarrassment, and sympathised with her.

'Mom, like, we have to go!' Rose said, trying to escape the embarrassing situation.

Everyone in the mall had a good look at her childish panties. It was a wonder her daughter didn't put her in diapers, to complete the humiliation. The two old biddies insisted on kissing her goodbye, with their facial hair scratching her soft skin. It felt as though she were being molested by a couple of witches, licking her face to see if they liked the taste.

'This way, girl,' Janice said, and waved to the two smiling ladies.

Hanging on to her daughters hand, they swung into the child minder service.

'Hi, Margaret, you volunteering as usual?' Janice asked.

'Sure, always on a Saturday afternoon,' she said, looking harassed.

'If my little girl misbehaves, will you look after her, while I shop?' Janice asked.

'Sure no problem, I've a few fourteen year boys playing in there,' she lied. 'You just have to make a donation. My, she's well developed, for a youngster,' Margaret commented.

'I know, she finds it embarrassing. I buy dresses for her, to hide her breasts. She can't wear t-shirts,' Janice gleefully said.

'I can't promise to watch her with the boys. They're only young teens in here, but they can be rowdy. They're playing some fighting game,' Margaret lied.

Rose was squirming with humiliation, from the way the two women were talking about her. Being trapped in there with curious teens, made it sound like a dangerous place. The young boys would be ready for a rough and tumble, not caring about her status.

They would ignore propriety, not realising she was a mature woman. Pulling her to the floor and rolling around, wouldn't be lady like at all. In this dress all would be revealed. Even fourteen-year-old boys would be bigger and stronger than her. Would they take advantage of her?

'Mom! Like, please, I crucially promise to be a good little girl, and, like, do as I'm told, yea, honest, please, please,' Rose shamefully begged.

'If you don't behave, you'll be spanked, and put in there. I thought you liked boys,' her daughter teased.

Janice and the woman winked at each other, as Janice departed with her mother. Margaret had played along, with the idea of helping out a friend. She'd heard the girl was a handful, and was ready to help out.

Walking away from the kids play area, Rose tried to hurry her daughter up, in-case she changed her mind. Being placed in a play area by her daughter would be degrading.

'Another party dress then,' Janice said.

'Alright,' Rose said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

The thought of being put into a play area with young boys, while wearing the hideous dress kept her in check. If her friends at school found out she had been playing with young boys, she would be taunted mercilessly all week. What if one of them was a friend's young brother? The ribald remarks and innuendo would be intolerable.

***

After shopping all afternoon, they went to a restaurant to recharge their batteries. Rose was wearing a dress too young for her, after an argument with her daughter. It was a punishment, and a means of re-establishing Janice as the authority figure. Not that it was in any doubt, as her mother merely had a little girly hissy fit.

The dress was pink and so were the panties. They had silly slogans written across the front and back, which normally wouldn't matter. It did matter, when the dress swung around her upper thighs, showing off her panties.

Rose was a short woman, with a slim waist, under large breasts, which swung men's heads. The dress helped hide her breasts, and the young look, put men off the track. Though unfortunately, teenage boys took more of an interest in her. Receiving the attention of young teenage boys was embarrassing.

Showing off her panties in such a frilly pink dress, made it look as though she was into cos-play. Boys didn't wonder what character she was, they were fascinated with her panties.

'This dress is terrible. I'm supposed to be eighteen, not twelve. I doubt I can get away with it. People are looking at me,' Rose complained.

In front of the server Janice turned to her mother, and said, 'No! You can't have a beer. I don't care what your father let's you do. You mustn't drink alcohol at your age, dear. Sorry about that, but you know what teenagers are like,' Janice told him.

'Listen to your mother, young lady,' the old man heavily said. 'In my day you would have been put over your mother's knee for misbehaving,' he added.

Rose went instantly red from embarrassment, and became awkwardly tongue tied. She tried to explain it was just a joke, only it came out as nonsense, so she abruptly gave up.

The guy brought Janice a cocktail, while her mother had to make do with an orange juice. Playing up, Rose acted young and gauche throughout the meal, whereas Janice put on a sophisticated air. It was fun having the old guy treating her as an adult, and her mother like a kid. Of course she played on it, intending to embarrassing her mom to the maximum.

'Perhaps you would like a colouring book while we wait for the main course,' Janice asked her mother.

'Shush, everyone can hear. I'm supposed to be eighteen, remember? Please don't show me up anymore,' Rose pleaded.

The server heard, and brought over a colouring book with crayons. Her mother stuttered her thanks, but recovered, and decided to play along.

'Thank you, sir,' Rose smiled up at him.

She poked her tongue out at her daughter, then began colouring in the numbered sections.

'I used to like this when I was nine, maybe younger,' Rose smiled. 'It's relaxing. Perhaps I should pretend to be a pre-teen more often. As usual you'll have to take responsibility and pay, while I can just play,' she smirked at her daughter.

'You'll be grounded, girl, if you misbehave. Be warned, you'll be slapped, so be a good girl,' Janice told her mother, when a family passed by their table.

'That's it. You've got to keep them in their place, or they take liberties,' the wife smiled at Janice. 'Be a good girl for your mom, young lady,' the woman said to Rose.

She frowned at Rose, when taking closer notice of them.

'I'll be a good little girl, promise,' Rose smiled back at her.

'I think she found us out. She's looking over here trying to figure out what's going on,' Janice laughed.

They both giggled with heads pressed together. Upping the gaming stakes, Rose uncharacteristically raised her voice.

'I want ice cream, mommy,' Rose loudly spoke.

'Keep the noise down, over here. I told you what happens to naughty girls. I'll bring you a special big bowl of ice cream young lady, if you promise to be a good girl,' the server firmly told Rose.

They had been laughing and teasing each other, to see who could out do the other. Realising they had been going over the top, and everyone was watching them, Rose became highly embarrassed.

'Sorry, sir. I'll be a good girl, honest. Please don't put me over your knee for a spanking, sir. It will be so embarrassing in front of everyone. Especially as I wet my panties, so don't have any on,' Rose innocently explained.

The old guy's eyes bugged out, and he ran off.

They laughed together, though more quietly.

'For that, you naughty girl, I should take you back there and insist he spanks your ass,' Janice laughed.

'Sorry, mommy, I promise to be good girl, and obey my nice mommy,' Rose simpered, then put her tongue out.

'Stop it, girl, you're going too far,' Janice said, through clenched teeth.

'You're red as a beetroot. I win,' Rose smiled deviously.

'We're not out of the restaurant yet,' Janice warned.

The chastened look on her mother's face, was a picture, and it needed teasing.

'Excuse me, could you take my daughter to the restroom. I've got to wait for an important phone call,' Janice said, and discreetly passed a ten to the server.

Rose saw her daughter whisper something, and almost trembled with fear, or was it laughter. The woman looked at Rose, and frowned. Everyone who took a good look at her thought something was wrong. Nevertheless, the woman tightened her fist on the money, and led Rose away.

'We'll have to hurry, I'm supposed to be serving the other tables,' the woman said.

Being taken to the restroom by a big powerful black woman was frightening, and embarrassing. She didn't shut the door either. The woman watched Rose pee. Rose quickly lifted her panties, feeling her dignity had been dented, and her privacy invaded.

'Now wash your hands,' the woman commanded.

The hem was caught in the top of the pants, but Rose didn't notice. Being hurried along, and ordered around, left her feeling small and ineffectual. What little kudos she had as an eighteen-year-old had been lost, leaving her feeling like a child. She was no longer a young woman, she was just a kid, dependent upon an adult.

A girl walked in and stared at her, while Rose dried her hands on a paper towel. Standing up straight, she tried to hide her shame and weakness, as best she could. The game was already won by her daughter, without question.

'My mother is waiting for her starter. She'll complain if you don't see to her,' the girl pompously spoke.

'Take this girl back to the table, so I can get back to work,' the big woman harshly said.

'You'll have to wait, while I wash up,' the girl told Rose.

'It's OK, I'll find my own way back,' Rose demurely spoke.

'I was told to take you to your table, so wait here, little girl,' she fussily ordered.

The girl looked about the age Rose was supposed to be, eighteen. Yet she was much taller and looked stronger than Rose. It left her feeling small and insignificant, as though she was a much younger girl. The stupid dress didn't help.

'Who do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do!' Rose objected, trying to reassert herself.

The girl laughed at the weak complaint, and that trod all over her self-worth. Rose looked down at her dress, and wanted to cry. She sounded all the more like a strangled chipmunk.

The girl took hold of her hand and Rose tried to pull away.

'Stop struggling, or I'll slap you,' the girl ordered.

Rose couldn't let a young girl tell her what to do. If the girl hadn't been so big she would have slapped her, or at least she wanted to.

'Get off me, you bully. You're just a young girl, you can't tell me what to do!' Rose bitterly spoke.

The girl pushed Rose against the wall, and slapped her leg.

'Stop struggling,' the girl warned.

Rose was more determined to escape. The girl pulled Rose around and bent her over a sink. With the skirt up it was easy to swipe her bottom.

'Oww! Stop it, you bitch. Oww! No, please. Oww! I'm sorry, please stop,' Rose moaned. 'Oww! Please don't hurt me! Please,' Rose cried.
A few more slaps of her panty clad bottom, had her apologising. It was humiliating being under a young girl's control. Although her step-daughter was only eighteen she'd become used to obeying her. This was a complete stranger she had to obey, and it thumped home how little status she had left. Nothing.

'You've been a naughty little girl, haven't you,' the girl said.

'Yes, I'm sorry, I've been a naughty little girl,' Rose murmured, giving in to the girl.

The girl laughed at her, leaving Rose feeling all the more foolish, and vulnerable. She didn't know the girl was laughing at the dress being tucked up at the back, showing off her panties. What made it so funny was a slogan printed across her cheeks, 'Candy Girl'. The pink panties were something her daughter picked, to go with the dress.

Being brought down so low made it easy to do as she was told. The girl finished touching up her makeup, and grabbed Rose's hand. Watching her apply lipstick and blusher, left Rose feeling like a little girl waiting for her mother.

A woman walked into the rest room, and Rose was stupidly standing in the way, gawping at the girl.

'What's the matter little girl? You look as though you're going to cry,' the woman said, sounding concerned.

'She's been a naughty girl, rude, and won't do as she's told,' the girl said.

'Oh! She looks so cute. Such a lovely dress, what are you, some television character?' the woman asked, with a condescending tone.

Of course the woman sounded as though she were talking to a kid, as they thought she was a child. There was no way she could change their minds, and after being spanked, she didn't have the energy to fight it. All she could do was go along with how they thought she should act, or be punished for being rude.

'Sorry, ma'am. I promise to be a good little girl, honest,' Rose humbly spoke.

'Aaahh! There's a good little girl. Were you spanked for being a naughty girl?' the woman asked.

'Yes, ma'am, I was spanked for being a naughty little girl,' Rose said, with a bit of a snivel.

'Well that always works. It turns naughty little girls into good little girls. You should spank her if she misbehaves, straight away. Don't let her get away with anything, or she'll get worse,' the woman said.

Rose looked at the girl, eyeing her up. It was obvious the girl was looking for an excuse to spank her again. The girl enjoyed punishing her, and showing her who was boss. Having a complete stranger take control of her was humiliating. Allowing it to happen showed how little self-esteem she had left.

Rose ground her thighs together, realised what she was doing, and stopped. It felt as though she were shrinking away to nothing, like Alice in wonderland. No longer a fully grown woman, she thought of herself as just a little girl. It meant that without her mummy's protection, she would vulnerable to other kids.

Being led back to her table like a kid, by a young girl, was humiliating. She walked in shame, with the dress caught in her panties showing them off. There were looks of pity, soft laughter, and comments about how cute the little girl looked.

She didn't hear what they said, but heard her daughter thanking the girl for looking after her little girl. On sitting down she felt the dress had been up, and felt so very stupid. Everyone in the restaurant had seen her panties! Then she remembered putting on the new pair of panties, and what was written across her cheeks. If she had the strength, she would have run away to hide.

Rose didn't say a word after that, as she felt so belittled.

In the car they were silent for awhile, then rose bleated out her pain. The complaining sounded silly. Telling her daughter a girl had spanked her, sounded stupid. After it was out of her system, they laughed all the way home. Rose could take a joke, and in any case, she was used to others ribbing her about her age.

Rose had learnt an important lesson today, and was careful to remember it. Without her daughter around, she was very vulnerable. She needed Janice to protect her, as she had lost all her authority, and adult status. This was realised before, but the significance of it had been sharply brought home. That stranger, a mere girl, had taken control of her, and an adult had backed the girl up.

They didn't need to know who she was, as to them she was just a little girl, and must behave like one, or be punished. The girl had spanked her, and the woman told her to do it again if she misbehaved. That was a dire warning to keep acting like a demure little girl, and avoid such a dangerous situation again.

What if it had happened while being in that mall play area? What appeared to be an older girl, or boy, could take charge of her, and expect her to do as she was told. If she protested she could be spanked in front of the other kids. Where would she be in the pecking order then? They would be calling the shots, humiliating her, making her play with even younger kids.

Rose determined to be a good girl for her mother, and do as she was told. She had plenty of friends in school, and so there was nothing to worry about there. Everyone thought she was a good schoolgirl, and Rose was determined to keep it that way.