Abby – Chapter Two
“So, wandering the woods again?” Daddy asked me. I shook my head, but he showed no sympathy.
“You know the rules.”
“The dance is tomorrow!” I complained.
“Please, no!”
“Enjoy crawling in front of our guests, then.” I held my tears back, nodding slowly. It was so difficult to argue with him. He would never compromise, and he kept his expression steady, so I couldn’t tell if anything I said impacted him at all.
“Yes Daddy, I’ll listen…” He snapped his fingers.
I stood slowly, turned, and politely walked out of Daddy’s room, picking up my pace as I strolled through the hallways toward my bedroom. I flung the door open, leaving it ajar, and sat on the edge of my bed. It didn’t take long until the tears came streaming down my cheeks.
The door clicked shut and Alice sat next to me on the bed, giving me a sympathetic hug. I kept crying for a few minutes before Alice decided it was time my fit ended.
“You know what to do.” She had stood up, her eyes glared into my own.
“Can you turn around…?” I asked politely through my tears, but she shook her head.
“Abby, you know the rules.” I reluctantly stood up and spun so I couldn’t see her staring at me. Then I proceeded to lift the hem of my sundress, doing my best to keep the back down. I slid off my panties as gracefully as I could manage without exposing my rear to Alice from underneath the dress.
I used to be so proud of them, my underwear I mean. Sure, my panties were all pink or blue or purple or yellow, and most of them did have lace around the waist if not the leg holes, and occasionally some lace even lined the seat of my panties, but they were a lot better than what the maids had. I’d seen Alice change before, and I’d heard Madeline talk about the underwear that were required for their uniform, and honestly, I wasn’t the least bit interested. Plain white cotton panties with a small lace trim around the waist. That was their only option day after day, and I truly felt bad that they had nothing cute. Nowadays, I’m nearly ashamed of my panties. As Madeline so frequently pointed out, these styles of underwear are only for little girls under the age of ten and never intended for a seventeen year old like myself. Alice tries to convince me that she’d prefer my underwear to her own, but the words don’t really reach her eyes. Now, to increase my humiliation, I was even stripped of the one thing I had over Madeline. This happened two or three times a year. I’d stumble into the woods or I’d have to fetch my ball from the trees or some other situation where I found myself in the forest around the mansion. Then my legs would go numb, I’d be sent to Daddy, and he’d issue the same punishment each time. And Melanie loved my month of humiliation that followed. She loved tormenting me, and being confined to my new sort of “underwear” made it so much easier for her to do so.
I turned around, watching Alice’s expression as I handed her my underwear. She kept her face well composed, attempting not to show distaste in my situation to avoid humiliating me further or satisfaction in my punishment since that would only express how she enjoys my embarrassment. I gave her a small smile, a gratitude for being so kind. She then turned herself around, reached into my top dresser drawer, and handed me the underwear I was to be in for the next month’s time.
Unable to take her eyes off me, as bound by Daddy’s rules to watch me attentively until it was ensured I had been properly dressed, Alice continued to observe as I unfolded and slipped my new panties up my legs. I lifted my arms, knowing no matter how snuggly I tucked them in place Alice would come over and do it again anyway. And she did. She lifted the back of my dress, grabbed the waistband of my new underwear, and tugged upward until they were securely placed around my hips. I had nearly stopped crying by now, so I thought I could handle a look in the mirror. I was wrong. At first, I looked just as adorable as I had this morning. My dark red-brown hair, just the perfect shade so you never knew what color it really was, pulled into loose, low pigtails. The sundress curved around my body in such an elegant way. Sure, my dark brown eyes were now redder from the crying, but overall I was as pretty as ever. But the second I lifted the hem of my yellow sundress and saw the thick, pale pink training panties pulled between my legs, my eyes began to water back up again. I dropped the dress back to its original position at my knees. Turning to Alice, I saw the traditional ritual she performed after checking my pull-up. She had already emptied out the entire top drawer of my dresser into a small garbage bag and had begun to restock the baby-style panties with my new pink trainers. I turned my head away from both Alice and the mirror, trying not to cry.
Alice came over to me after completing her task, kissed my forehead, and gave a weak smile, then left with my bag of underwear. I sighed, exhausted. Crying always tired me out. I cuddled up to my pillow and decided to take an afternoon nap.
When I woke up, the sun was low on the horizon. I sat up in my bed, removing the comforter Alice had probably put on me while I was asleep. I was glad too. During my slumber, my dress had ruffled up above my waist, and without those covers my pull-up would be exposed to anyone who walked in. I left myself a mental note to thank Alice later.
“Did I miss dinner…?” I asked myself aloud, examining the sun’s position. I hoped I had. Even though the other three maids knew what was going to happen to me from falling in the woods, the unnatural thickness of the training pants would force me to waddle a little. I couldn’t handle that embarrassment right now. Then the door clicked open.
“Thank you,” I said before I saw Alice in the doorframe. She’s the only one, besides me, that is granted access into my room.
“No problem, darling,” she smiled back.
“Hungry? Dinner has ended.” This time I smiled.
“Madeline wanted to wake you, but the Master sided with me on letting you sleep.”
“Thank you… again…” I hadn’t fully awoken yet, so conversation was difficult.
“I’ll warm you a plate and I’ll be right back. Would you like chocolate milk?”
“Yes please,” I said, shrugging back down into bed.
“You’re amazing, Alice.” Alice wasn’t quick enough, though. Since the door was left open, I found Madeline skipping into my room.
“And how’s the baby?” she cooed.
“Get out!” I was in no mood to deal with her. I was hungry and I hadn’t fully woken up.
“Oh, what’s wrong?” she continued in her mocking tone.
“Already wet your wittle pull-ups?” I don’t even understand it. I had never once wet my panties, my bed, or my training pants during my punishment months, yet she’d still make the same snide remark every time she saw me in a pull-up. To make matters worse, it made me incredibly angry. In an instant I found myself scrambling across my bed toward her. I think I was going to hit her or something, but I never made it to Madeline. Alice stepped right between us a moment too soon, and then pushed me backward onto the bed, giving Madeline a nice glimpse of the pull-up.
“What a child,” Madeline mumbled to herself, but with a piercing look from Alice and a quick glance at her tight fists, Madeline rushed out of the room before she could come up with another insult.
“She needs to learn her place!” Alice shouted, angrily.
“You are the Master’s daughter!” It took her a minute, but she calmed herself and looked at me.
“And you can’t lay a hand on the help, or you’ll be in more trouble.” I nodded, immediately regretting my attack on Madeline after seeing how much it upset Alice. After another deep breath, Alice handed me my plate, and reverted to her kind tone once again.
“Make sure you eat enough. You’re a growing girl.” I began to eat and she sat on the edge of my bed. We made small talk in between bites. It was very comfortable small talk, though. The conversation was not at all forced, and even if we sat there in complete silence it couldn’t be awkward between Alice and me.
Eventually, after I ate my dinner, we chatted for a while, and after a bathroom break she recommended I go back to bed for the night.
“After all, tomorrow is the dance,” Alice said, supporting her own position.
“You need to be rested. It’s the only day you actually work.” I accepted her truth in the matter and changed from my sundress into a pale pink nightgown and plaid pajama pants in my closet, so Alice couldn’t watch.
“Why do you need the pants?” Alice questioned when I came out from the closet.
“Concealment,” I admitted openly.
“No pants, Abby,” Alice responded sternly.
“It’s a warm night and the nightgown will cover it anyway.” I sighed halfheartedly. I was going to lose this argument, so I surrendered quickly and took the pants off. The nightgown did come to my knees, though, so it wasn’t that bad. I slipped under my blanket again, laying my head on the pillow. Alice did a final check, touching the elastic waistband of the training pants discretely, and then kissed my cheek goodnight.
“Sweet dreams,” she said as she closed the door.
“Things could only get better…” I whispered as I drifted into unconsciousness.
The End of Abby – Chapter Two.
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