Mummy, Daddy and Me

Sneaking out. (big TW)

Jess

I shut the door silently behind me and ran to the end of the path before speeding down the street to my friend's car. It was my old school friend's birthday party tonight and I had surprisingly been invited. However, Phoebe had told me I wasn't allowed to go. Bore. I didn't know why she said no, I didn't question it. I'd been little tonight and I let her put me to bed in my nursery where I'll sleep if I'm feeling older in headspace or if Phoebe was going to bed later. Obviously, I didn't sleep but instead got myself ready to leave. I was wearing a skinny black dress and some heels. My black hair was tied in a high pony and I had done some sexy makeup with killer eyeliner. My dress was short so it made me look taller which I was grateful for. I had a small silver clutch with me too.

"So, gonna tell me why I couldn't pick you up outside your house?" Ellie laughed as I crashed into the passenger seat.

"I wasn't allowed to come... duh," I smirked, put on my belt and watched as the street lights sped by.

"You're gonna be in trouble if she finds out," Ellie laughed. She was a sub too. Well, I technically wasn't a sub the way Ellie was. She was sexual with it and her daddy was quite a punisher. Phoebe and I really explored the non sexual side of the sub/domme relationship which is where the little thing came in as I was very much asexual. Ellie didn't know that though. She knew I was little but not that we didn't do sexual things. She was little too, sometimes just older in headspace.

"Well, she isn't going to find out," I shuddered and turned the music up louder. I didn't actually know what Phoebe would do if she found out. I mean, she's never severely punished me. Obviously, I'd have tantrums and things and get a time out, usually an earlier bedtime or no tech day but never a spanking or other things Paige would do to me.

"Have you heard the guest list?" Ellie asked, pulling up outside the club. It was thriving. I knew it had been privately booked though.

"No, have you?" I asked, sitting up.

"Nope. It looks busy. We'll stick together- alrighty?" She smiled and put her fist up for me to bump. I smiled, bumped it and then got out of the car.

An hour later, I was stumbling through the club, lost. I'd gone to dance with Ellie and then lost her. Earlier, we smoked some stuff and had had lots to drink so I wasn't with it at all. However, sobriety was catching up. Which also meant nerves. I turned my head, looking for Ellie anywhere then stopped in an archway.

Suddenly, two hands gripped my waist. I squeaked and turned. Paige.

"Hello little girl, fancy seeing you here," she smirked and smiled her viscous smile. I gulped and tried to get away.

"Get off me please," I whimpered.

"Hm, still not found your voice huh. I thought that boss bitch would have given you some confidence."

"Phoebe isn't a bitch," I said, suddenly.

"Wow, maybe she has," Paige giggled and pulled me closer to her.

"No- get away from me," I cried and tried to push against her but she was a personal trainer and I was- nothing. I hit her chest as she pushed her hips into mine then forced me against a wall. Her hands moved from my waist to my hips then touched my bum.

"Don't Paige- please," I whispered.

"Oh. She learnt some manners though. However, I don't like you trying to stop me. Last time I checked, I was the boss and little slutty girls like you didn't get a say in the matter." My breath hitched and I held back a cry.

"Please," I pleaded and looked her in the eyes. They were full of venom.

"When was the last time someone roasted that deserving bottom huh? When was the last time your behaviour was put into check? Maybe I should bruise up these thighs like I used to?" she smirked and ran her cold fingers down my leg.