Authors: Alexandra James
Lily shook her head. “I like that you’re in control, Shelby. I like that a lot. I think this could work, but do you mean as a couple?”
Shelby nodded, “If that’s something you would like, yes. If not, we can still explore the age play aspect without a romantic relationship.”
“No!” Lily exclaimed a bit too quickly. “I mean, I like you, Shelby and I’d like to try to be in a relationship with you. I just never thought I’d have a chance with you.”
“Oh?”
Lily nodded shyly. “I mean you’re successful, and beautiful, and so put together. I’m just this gawky little kid who can’t even hold her liquor.”
“Hey, you are a talented young woman with a lot of potential.” Shelby once more held Lily’s gaze by trapping her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “I don’t want to hear that anymore from you.”
* * *
Lily nodded, her movement somewhat hampered as Shelby continued to hold her chin firmly. As nice as it was to hear Shelby compliment her, she didn’t know if she could believe it. After all, Shelby Bishop was five feet eight inches in her stocking feet, with dark hair that had enough natural wave to make it seem perfect all the time. Her hazel eyes were so expressive, and her voice had helped garner her two Tony awards and another nomination for the coveted award. She still couldn’t believe that Shelby wanted not only an age play relationship with her, but a romantic one as well.
Lily had a couple of girlfriends in the past, but nothing too serious in her young life. She knew right now, more than anything, she wanted to try this with Shelby. She wanted it to work because even though she wasn’t sure if what she was feeling was merely infatuation or something more, she wanted to have the time to find out.
“What are you thinking, Lily?” Shelby’s voice broke the silence.
“That I want to try this with you. Whatever this may be.”
Shelby’s smile lit her face, “I’m glad to hear that, Lily.” Shelby’s hand moved down to rub Lily’s back and absently began to pat her bottom gently.
“Now, there are a few other things we need to talk about in regards to your letter.”
“Like what?” Lily asked loving the feeling of safety and comfort that seemed to be rolling off Shelby in waves.
“Like you seeming to want our stage life to be more real life for starters. Is that right?”
Lily nodded.
“Use your words Lily,” Shelby prodded.
“Yes, ma’am,” the words slipped naturally from Lily’s mouth.
Shelby was quiet for a long moment, “Have you had any experience with age play, Lily?”
“Not really, but I’ve read about it, actually researched it, and it seems like something I want, no, something that I need in my life.”
“And if we try this and it’s not what you need?”
“I don’t know,” Lily admitted.
“Tell me what you do know,” Shelby encouraged.
“I know that I get lost in my role every time we go on stage and I start wishing that I wasn’t just acting. It’s something that’s hard to explain but that feeling of warmth and security that you give me when we’re playing those roles, it’s something that I don’t really remember having.”
“What about when you were growing up, Lily?”
Lily scoffed at the idea. “Growing up? I stopped growing up and became fully grown about the same time I got my first professional job. My folks split when I was five, and my dad has never really been in the picture. My mom figured the more I worked the better for her pocket book.”
“But the stage?” Shelby continued to pat Lily’s bottom gently. “Surely there would have been more money in modeling or other media.”
Lily nodded. “I did some modeling, but she always told me that my voice would be the way to go. You know as well as I do that I’m not a traditional beauty and don’t fit any type of mold. I’m made for the stage and I love it. I just hate that I worked all the time instead of getting to be a kid.”
“Is that why you call me Mama all the time?”
Lily nodded slowly, “I like pretending you really care about me. It’s nice to have that even if it’s only pretend.”
“It’s not only pretend, Lily,” Shelby responded. “I do care about you.”
“Really?” Lilly looked into Shelby’s face with hopeful eyes and saw only gentleness and caring reflected back at her.
“Really. I am willing to give this a try if you’re sure you want it.”
Lily slowly nodded, “I am, but what exactly does it mean?”
Shelby shifted and pulled Lily onto her lap, cradling the teen as one might do with a small child. “It means that in this relationship I am in control. You will call me Mama whenever we’re alone—and in public if it’s someplace that we can do it without raising too many eyebrows.”
Lily gulped but nodded slowly. This is what she wanted, right? Might as well jump in with both feet. “What else?”
“I will make rules and expect you to follow them. And when they are broken,” Shelby raised an eyebrow and smirked as Lily stopped her protest, “when they are broken there will be consequences.”
“What type of consequences?” Lily asked quietly.
“I am a very firm believer in spankings for my little girl,” Shelby began. “But there may also be groundings or a loss of privileges. It all depends on the situation. However,” Shelby’s tone deepened and she looked into the teen’s face. “If you do something dangerous or lie to me then you will face a spanking.”
“How will you, I mean…” Lily trailed off not able to say the word. “How will you do it?”
“I find that bare bottom, over my knee, with my hand is usually pretty effective. Though sometimes very naughty little girls might need the hairbrush.”
Shelby held Lily and rubbed her back gently allowing Lily to digest everything she’d said. The quiet was suddenly broken by Lily’s stomach rumbling and Shelby found the blush Lily now wore adorable. “It seems someone is hungry. Come on, honey, we’ll go get you something to eat and then you and Mama need to have a long discussion about the choices you made last night.”
“Am I in trouble?” Lily’s voice sounded younger somehow and Shelby only nodded as she stood and held out her hand.
“You are, but we’ll talk about it after you eat.”
“Yes, Mama,” Lily agreed holding onto Shelby’s hand and allowing herself to be taken toward the kitchen and a new beginning. As she crossed the threshold of the bedroom however, Lily stumbled. “Mama I don’t feel very good.”
Shelby stopped and looked down at Lily. “No, I suppose you don’t feel very well. Do you have a headache?”
Lily nodded, “And a tummy ache.”
“Well then, let’s get you to the kitchen and feed you before we talk and give you a bath.
“Okay Mama,” Lily slowly followed Shelby from the bedroom to the kitchen.
* * *
Lily pouted as she stared at the dry toast and glass of juice in front of her. “I still don’t see why I can’t just have coffee.”
“Because little girls do not drink coffee.”
“But I always have coffee for breakfast,” Lily protested as she swung her feet from the bar chair in the kitchen and let her toes drum against the island.
“Stop kicking, Lily,” Shelby directed. “And you used to have coffee for breakfast. You will now be eating something and having juice or if you prefer almond or soy milk so it doesn’t bother your voice.”
Sighing heavily, Lily stopped kicking the island before turning in her chair to look up at Shelby, “Are you trying to kill me?”
Lily frowned as Shelby’s eyebrow raised and she put her piece of toast down. “Excuse me, little girl?”
“I’m just asking a question. I mean no coffee is bad enough but you want me to have milk too?”
“It’s good for you.”
“It’s gross,” Lily wrinkled her nose. “I only like milk, real milk, in milkshakes.”
“Mmmmm,” Shelby replied picking up the paper.
Ripping her toast into pieces Lily looked up at Shelby. “So could I have that for breakfast?”
Smiling when Shelby put down the paper to look at her, Lily scowled at the woman’s answer, “No, you may not have a milkshake for breakfast.”
“Well, I’m not eating this,” Lily declared pushing her plate of uneaten toast away. “My tummy doesn’t feel like eating.”
“You need to eat something, Lily. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”
“Don’t wanna,” Lily pouted and climbed off the bar chair.
“Where are you going?” Shelby’s voice stopped her cold.
“To watch cartoons?”
“The only place you are going is back on this chair so you can eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Rolling her eyes Shelby walked over to Lily. Taking the girl by the arm she turned her sideways and gave Lily one hard swat. “Sit, now. I’ll make you some oatmeal.”
Rubbing her bottom dramatically Lily stared at Shelby for a long moment. “You spanked me.”
“I gave you a warning. Believe me you will know it when I spank you. Now go sit down.”
Groaning, Lily slowly did as Shelby asked. Putting her head on the kitchen counter she closed her eyes and sighed. Not getting a reaction she opened one eye and looked toward Shelby. Shelby was putting the teakettle on to boil water for the dreaded oatmeal.
Lily sighed again this time louder. Still no reaction. Wondering what she was doing wrong, Lily sat up slightly and put her chin in her hands. Seeing the oatmeal packet being opened and put into a bowl brought the loudest sigh yet along with a groan.
“Is there something wrong?” Shelby asked, the corners of her lips twitching upward.
“I don’t want any ole’ yucky oatmeal either. It’s almost as bad as milk.”
“It will settle your tummy,” Shelby held up her hand. “Not another word. I am making you oatmeal and you will eat some of it. Then you and I are going to talk.”
A short time later, Lily managed to choke down half a bowl of the dreaded oatmeal and drink all the juice under Shelby’s glare. “Go wait for me on the couch, Lily.”
Sliding off the bar chair, Lily pouted all the way to the couch. She had really wanted her coffee and that oatmeal was horrible. It did make her feel better, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Shelby.
Tucking her feet up under her, Lily leaned back into the couch and pulled a pillow into her lap. Hugging it she wished that she had some type of stuffed animal to hug instead.
Hearing footsteps Lily looked up and wrinkled her brow in confusion. Shelby was entering with two mugs. “Here,” Shelby held a mug out to her and Lily took it slowly.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to have coffee.”
“Little you isn’t allowed coffee,” Shelby smirked. “But right now I think that adult you and I need to talk and I figured you might enjoy the coffee.”
“Thank you. Oh, that’s divine,” Lily moaned as she tasted the wonderful beverage. “So what did you want to talk about?”
“Where we go from here,” Shelby took a sip of her coffee and continued. “I know we brushed on this earlier but I wanted to talk to you before Mama and Lily have their first serious talk. We also need to talk about our adult relationship.”
Lily put her half empty mug on the coffee table and pulled her legs up wrapping her arms around her knees. “Do you not want a grown up relationship with me anymore?”
“Oh, no, Lily, that’s not what I meant at all,” Shelby placed her empty mug on the coffee table as well and moved to pull Lily into her arms. “I just mean that we are going to discuss how our adult relationship will differ from Mama and Lily.”
“What do you mean?” Lily moved to curl into Shelby.
“First, I want you to understand that there will never be anything sexual between Mama and little you. When you are little, you are little and I am the mama. That is a line that we will not cross. Though I am hoping that Shelby and Lily have an intimate relationship,” Shelby added with a wink.
Lily blushed and nodded her understanding. “What about the other stuff? I mean I’ve never done this before.”
“The other stuff?”
“You know spankings and groundings and stuff,” Lily finally managed to get out.
“Ah,” Shelby bent down and brushed Lily’s lips gently. “Spankings can be for pleasure as well as pain, Lily.” Shelby stated as Lily gently touched her lips when Shelby pulled back from the kiss.
“Really?” Brown eyes looked up into hazel. “They can?”
“They can. Someday I will teach you about those types of spankings. Know, though, that when Shelby spanks Lily for punishment it will be much different than when Mama does.”
“How so?”
“For one, I’ll be dealing with the adult you, and I expect more from an adult than a little. So the spankings will be different, the punishments will be different. I won’t punish you like a little girl, but like a woman.”
“So coming here drunk?”
“Oh, that is a big girl punishment, sweetie. Throwing a tantrum over your new bedtime would be a little girl punishment.”
“What about accidently eating all of your
Twizzler Bites
at intermission?”
Shelby chuckled. “Oh I think that’s definitely little Lily. It was also the reason I swatted you the first time on stage. I went to my dressing room to grab some sugar and it had all been eaten.”
“I was out,” Lily grinned at Shelby. “Besides, you had the ones with all the tropical flavors. All Steve had were the black ones, ick.”
Shelby gave a full laugh and leaned to kiss Lily again. “You are a scamp, Lily Prescott.”
Lily giggled and hugged Shelby close, “I still can’t believe you want a relationship with me. All sides of me.”
“I want nothing more, sweetie. Now, about today. We are going to head to your place and pick up some of your personal things and bring them back here. After that, I think we need to go shopping for little you. There are a few things we’re going to need.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll find out,” Shelby grinned at Lily’s pout. “And then, right before bed, you and I are going to have a conversation about being brought home drunk when you are not supposed to be legally drinking yet.”
“Oh, am I in a lot of trouble, Shelby?”
“That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“How much trouble you need to be in for this, Lily. After all, we didn’t have this type of relationship when you were brought here last night.”