| Janelle Finds Her Calling: Chapter Seven Clutching a brown paper bag containing the diaper she wore home the previous week, Janelle grew a little apprehensive as she stood in front of the side gate as per the twins instructions. She arrived a few minutes early to assure herself of being on time. Janelle nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot, two hands clutching the bag in front of her. She pursed her lips and tilted her head skyward as if asking for some guidance. Anxiety clearly showing on her face, something that amused Birkita and Maeve, who were watching her on a monitor from the security camera. "How long do we wait?" Maeve asked. "Long enough to see if she pees her shorts," Birkita replied. "And you're sure she likes this?" "Maeve, she wouldn't be here right now if she didn't. You know ever since you found that book I have been doing a lot of studying about it. I know. She is truly the S-type and both of us are geared toward the D-type. We just have to make sure to treat her well." "But you said we had to be tough on her, especially if she makes a mistake . . . " "Maeve, I told you it's called 'hard love.' We're only going to be hard because we adore her. You just do what you do best and we'll trust each other." As if on cue, Janelle began to cross her feet, bend over a little and hold her bag close to the front of her shorts. It was well past reporting time as the twins moved into action. The side door slowly creaked open and Janelle was face to face with Maeve, who had a big smile on her face. "You may enter Baby Girl, but only take five steps inside the gate, just enough so I can close the gate." "Maeve, I n- . . ." "Silence!" bellowed in a voice that scared even her. Maeve saw Janelle's eyes widen and her mouth formed a perfect 'o' but no sound came out. "Just do as you're told Baby Girl," whispered Maeve and motioned for her to enter. Trembling, Janelle took the five steps and stopped. She was close to tears as she tried to hold her pee in and not say a word. Maeve tugged the grocery bag from her grip and Janelle placed both hands in front to help relieve the pressure. "Hands to your side and hold still," Maeve told her, knowing her desperate situation. Janelle did the best she could as Maeve tossed the bag aside and undid the buttons on Janelle's shorts. She began pulling the shorts down and as they slipped down Janelle's legs, Maeve released her grip, stepped back and gasped, bring her hands to her mouth as the shorts fell to the cement around her ankles. Moments later, Birkita appeared from around the corner, a pair of scissor in her hand and a look of grim determination on her face. She walked up to Janelle, slapped her across the face and demanded, "hands on top of your head now!" Birkita pulled Janelle's t-shirt out away from her skin, dug the scissors into the fabric and quickly snipped upward, cutting through the hem and then ripping the shirt open to reveal Janelle's bra. "You disobeyed us Baby Girl," she said firmly. "You did not have permission to wear anything but what we told you. You will be punished and if you get through it, we will pretend this never happened." Janelle merely nodded, her head down. "You stay there until you pee. Do not move. Do not utter a sound." It did not take long for the pee to slowly drench her panties and then trickle down her legs and onto her shorts and shoes. Tears were leaking from her eyes. "Now Baby Girl, you're going to make things right again. Pay attention. You are to go back out front and clean yourself off with the hose. You'll have to throw away your panties in the garbage and then hang your bra on the door knob of the front door. I want to see you in what we asked, even if the clothes are not in good shape. You have 15 minutes to right to this exact spot. Go." Janelle was about to head through the gate when Birkita stopped her momentarily. "And Baby Girl, lose the hair pins." |