Little Susie/Page4

Little Susie: I Love You, Baby
by Little Laurie

Hey, everybody. Yes, I'm trying to write a rejuve story before Nadia puts out a contract on me. Yes, I know that poor dear Natty is still in the clutches of a maniac, (read What if it was all a dream) but she's going to have to hang out there a little longer. Oh, and Susie was supposed to be a bad pun for Spanking Susie, since the boy's version is Spanking Sammy.

After getting me into that appalling dress, the dame yanked me out to her hovercar. Shit, the thing's beat up. Just how poor is this dame? Her house was even worse. Five rooms, tiny lawn. She had flowers all over the front yard, just like a woman. How can anyone live like this? As she gave me what she called The Grand Tour, (damn, this witch has a stupid sense of humor,) I couldn't believe I would have to live like this. The knives and dangerous things were all locked away, of course, that was typical. But the kitchen was one of those little economy kitchens, with a small table right next to it for the dining room. No dishwasher! She has books all over the living room. Who reads books these days! This dame should get with the times.

The bathroom is tiny, and we're sharing a bedroom! Sharing! Is she nuts! I can't live like this! What if she snores? What if she...I don't know! There's no room for my stuff. Oh, yes, I won't be allowed to access any of my belongings. Outrageous, I could buy a mansion right this minute and I have to live HERE! The...I really don't know what to call her in my head, and it won't be Mommy. Witch sounds good, I suppose. The witch got out a nightgown and took me back to the bathroom.

"Clothes off, Susie." She started running a bath. I was shocked. She's not going to get me ready? What kind of fake-out Penny mother IS this?

"I said clothes off, young lady." She's not even looking at me, but I can hear the threat in her voice. My stupid girl's fingers have a lot of trouble with the clothes, but I manage just as the tub finishes filling up. With bubble bath. How stupid can you get?

The witch shows me the stepstool that is to get me into the bath, and I step in, like the good little drone I am. She also shows me the collection of toys. "Play a couple minutes, Susie, while I get dinner into the unit." I just look at her in disgust. She sighs. "Do as you please, but DON'T get out of that tub." She's almost out of the room when she turns back. "And don't drown yourself."

Don't tempt me.

Immediately, I scoop up a handful of water and throw it on the floor. Maybe she'll slip and break her neck. I wish. And then I lie back in the water. It's nice and hot, at least. When the witch comes in, she won't see me above the water, and she'll come in so fast...

But almost at once I just have to come up for air. Stupid girl's body. And the witch has just come back, so of course she sees me. And the suds on the floor.

"Susie!" I cringe. What's wrong with me? I don't cringe! But oh yes, I'm a girl now. And girls are made to cringe before men. She grabs a towel and starts mopping the mess up. "You need to be more careful."

Oh, great. She thinks I'm stupid enough to just splash like that? Suppose she's judging me by her own female standards. At least it won't get my ass beat.

"Apologize, please." What? You have got to be kidding.

I know exactly what I'm doing. It's a first baby step towards responsibility for her actions, not to mention basic courtesy towards women. I stare at the small mortal almost lost beneath the soapsuds, waiting for her to decide, as she must, that discretion is the better part of valor.

"Sorry," she grunted.

"Sorry what?" I want to hammer the lesson home a bit.

What? What does she want? Think, Samuel. What would I have demanded from a penny in this case? Actually, I'd already be pounding the penny's butt. Oh, yeah.

"Sorry, Mommy." Bitch.

"Thank you, Susie. Stand up, please, and brace yourself against the side of the tub."

So she is going to spank me after all. Is she just on a power trip about splashing, or does she suspect the real reason there was water on the floor? With a sigh, I stand up, turning my back on her.

Soaping up the washcloth, I begin to scrub her down. Her poor little bottom is massively bruised. I make sure it is clean, but I am gentle. "Turn around, please."

As she pivots, she slips, and I only barely catch her. "Phew! That was close." Susie says nothing. It's somewhat disconcerting, but I make quick work of scrubbing down her front and arms. "Left leg, please," and she carefully lifts her leg. "Right, now the right," and I giggle a bit at my inadvertent pun. Susie does not. I hand her the washcloth. "Do your crotch."

I hate this, being bare in front of the witch. She's seeing everything, and I know she's just dying to touch. I'll bet she can't wait to scour my cunt. Saving the best for last, are we? Then she really shocked me when she gave me the washcloth. What is going on here?

But I play along. "Right, sit back down and let me wash your hair." I obey. The water is nice and warm after having to stand. But what is the sense in doing my hair last? I was drying off, and now I'm all wet again.

Under the bubbles where the witch can't see, I slip a hand between my legs. It feels so peculiar. I'm really going to have to explore this new equipment at length. In bed, perhaps. In the meantime, the witch is rubbing shampoo into my hair. I have so much of it. Useless stuff. As soon as I can, I'm going to cut it off. I don't care what kind of spanking I get.

"Close your eyes, Susie." I do, and then open them again to see what the witch is doing. And get soap in my eyes. She was spraying the suds out of my hair. I snap my eyes shut again. Then I feel myself getting lifted out of the tub. I start to rub my eyes as a towel is draped around me and the plug is pulled.

The witch rubs me down thoroughly, then whisks the towel away. "Pull-ups are under the sink." I look at her, astonished. Surely she's going to put me in a diaper, to remind me what a little baby I am! "Sorry, kiddo, but I've never heard of a three year old rejuve who didn't wet the bed."

Neither have I, so I get a Pull-up, and then struggle into the nightgown. The witch straightens it, then brushes out my hair. Then she pulls out...oh, she wouldn't! Apparently she would, so I yank down the pull-ups and lie across her lap as soon as she sits on the toilet cover. And I feel her spread nano-lotion over my butt.

Dinner wasn't great, just soup. "It's because your stomach isn't really ready for food, Susie. Though I never eat very high-class. I have plebeian tastes, and besides, my budget can't afford it."

Damn, I'm going to go nuts before the three years are out. Poverty. Yuck. We did the dishes together, not that Susie was much help, but she dried the dishes, not with a very good will, I must say. I think Her Highness considers herself above such chores. And then I tucked her into bed. Susie has the bottom bunk, because I need to sleep out of her reach. She is a violent offender, after all.

"Okay, Susie, let's talk. Like I said, you are getting spanked tomorrow for cursing at me. And you had a very significant spanking today. So that will do fine for a welcome spanking. Let me emphasize that that spanking was for your tantrum. The swats were enough for disrespecting the guard. The reason it was so harsh was that you weren't submitting to your punishment. And this once, you won't have to take the hour on a cornerstool penalty for that." I laugh. "Especially since I don't have one yet." And they're expensive, too.

Susie actually smiles.

"I'm sorry I had to be so hard on you, Susie, but you know you earned it." I watch her jaw set into a hard line and realize I need to get out fast before we have a blowup. Her poor little bottom's had enough for one day. "Love you, baby." I brush a kiss across her cheek and hit the delta inducer before she realizes it. And only then do I trigger the nanolotion.