Page 1 of Mommy Calls Me Princess (Mommies and Littles #1)

Chapter One

Darcy

From the moment I met Vivienne, my life has been a whirlwind of romance and acceptance. The first time she took my hand and called me Princess, the madness in my brain settled and I was hooked.

But now, the fairytale must come to an end.

Nothing would prepare me for the harsh reality I was about to face nor the tears the freely fell.

Come Saturday I’d be back to work as soon as I stepped aboard the cruise ship Magdalena and this month-long dream and chapter of my life closed as I said goodbye to the woman, my Mommy, I’d fallen head over princess tiara in love with.

Who would read me my bedtime stories and tuck me in?

And give me tubby time?

Pick out my clothes.

The wonderful spankings that ended with special tickles…

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Mommy had upgraded our seats to first class for the trip back to Seattle from Pride Summer Camp in Northern Arizona.

Best week ever and I made so many new friends.

Mommy talked to Mr. Kyler, the man who ran his camp with his boy Roen and next year he’s gonna let pets come too so my BFF Vale will get to join us.

Or so Mommy said..

And back to melancholy thoughts that even the gentle circles she rubbed over my back didn’t help ease.

Was it possible this wasn’t over? Did Mommy only say Vale could come cause it made me happy in the moment?

“Nothing, Mommy.”

“That heavy sigh says my Princess is lying to her Mommy. Are you being naughty, little girl?”

“Just got a case of the sads,” I shrugged. “Don’t wanna say goodbye on Saturday.”

“Sweet girl, we have the rest of this week together. Don’t forget, we’re spending a couple of days with Jack and Vale too.”

Then it’s all over and I’m back to being alone, though I didn’t say those words aloud.

Was this just one long date for her?

Why was it so easy for mommies, even the one who brought me into this world, to walk away from me.

Was I that unlovable?

I’m such a fool. Having your heart involved was well and truly a death sentence.

Mommy and I met in the most perfect way and now it’ll end with me ugly crying in my best friend’s arms. The very same best friend whose daddy introduced her to me.

Ugh , she’s Daddy Jack’s bestie. I’ll never be able to attend anything at their house if she’s there.

My heart can’t handle it. Maybe an ocean apart for three months will help me heal.

Shoot, what if it’s another kink cruise…

My initial introduction into the lifestyle was the first kink cruise I worked.

I’d been with the crew for a couple of voyages, but none had been specifically themed.

At first I was like, kink, what’s that? Yeah, an internet search on the subject wasn’t the wisest choice, but curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked inside the conference rooms they had rented on the ship.

I snuck into the pet playroom, and it was…

different. Not at all what I expected. They were goofing around dressed as their favorite animals, running through mazes and climbing stuff just like real pets would.

But it was the littles room that called to me.

The way their mommies and daddies cared for them, bringing them juice boxes while they played with their friends. And hugs, lots of hugs. I loved hugs.

Secretly I watched them, every chance I got. The more age play related aspects I researched, the more the chaos of my life fell into place. Others in the chat rooms I’d joined called it an awakening or like a light bulb went off, which was exactly how it hit me.

I never played with any mommies while onboard, it was against the rules.

But I found a couple of munches in Seattle to attend during my time off.

Nervous as hell the first time I walked into one, but the mommies and daddies were so nice and welcomed me like I’d been there forever even though I was a newbie.

After that I had playtime with a few mommies off and on, but never any for the entirety of the downtime between cruises as I had with Vivienne.

We’d been inseparable since the moment we met.

Do I ask if we can carry on? Insist we can make the whole long-distance thing work or just walk away when it’s over and lick my wounds in the privacy of my crew cabin?

And without my BFF this time too. Vale was so lucky that he found his forever with Daddy Jack. Now he was a full-time monkey, and they even built a special house on their property in Whidbey Island for Vale’s mom Sarah.

Vale had everyone he loved near him now. Everyone except for me.

The job I loved no longer held the allure it once had.

Initially, I’d signed on two years ago to escape my sad existence.

Having been on my own basically since I was ten it wasn’t until Vale and his mom came along that I felt any sense of belonging.

My mother wasn’t a bad mom, but being a mom wasn’t her strong suit.

She’s worked two jobs all my life and once I was old enough to operate the microwave she stopped paying for babysitters and left me to fend for myself. But I rarely saw her.

Vale and I met in grade school and hit it off the day I stood up to his bullies.

After that, we were inseparable. When his mom found out I was alone all the time, living off frozen food, she put a stop to it.

Vale was lucky, his mom worked from home, so he didn’t have to go to daycare or be left by himself and now I was a part of their happy home.

I get why my mom worked the hours she did, but it still sucked.

She took advantage of Sarah, Vale’s mom’s kindness and Sarah knew it.

To Sarah, I was now her daughter and honestly I was surprised my mom hadn’t dropped off the few belongings I had at their house and moved on.

Hell, I should’ve done that myself when I turned eighteen.

Honestly the only things left in my mom’s apartment that were mine were my bed and dresser.

The rumble of the plane’s engine lulled me to sleep with my head rested against the sidewall. But when I woke up my head had somehow found its way to Mommy’s shoulder.

She kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled in. “Princess, it’s time to wake up. We’re landing.” Then reality kicked me again.

Great, one step closer to the end…

A nice man handed Mommy our bags from the overhead bin, chatting away with her and pretending I wasn’t there. But when he tried to give her his number I stepped in.

“Vivienne,” Was it brazen using her given name, absolutely, but the moment called for it. “Let’s get our bags and go home.”

Her cocked brow silently spoke of the spanking I’d surely get but I didn’t care. Hurt had turned to anger and I’d be damned if anyone was taking what little time I had left with her away from me.

“Yes, my love,” she sweetly purred in a totally fake voice, playing along. “Lead the way.”

Mommy stepped back so I could exit the aisle. “Might want to close your mouth before you catch flies.” The man’s mouth snapped shut as I slung my backpack over my shoulders, silently laughing to myself.

Darcy – 1

Horny interloper – 0

“Little girl, care to explain yourself?” Mommy asked as soon as we were free of the crowd.

“He was flirting with my Mommy. In front of me. That’s not nice.”

“Flirting is natural, your reaction—not so much. It screamed jealousy. Was mommy’s princess jealous?”

Was there a hint of humor to her voice? Had she enjoyed this?

“Would you keep me if I was?” Oops, that wasn’t meant to…

“Princess,” Mommy pulled me aside. “What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Here we were in the middle of Seatac airport when the tears I’d fought so hard to hide hit. Like full on, torrential downpour.

“You. Me. He-he was.” My thoughts were all over the damn place, how could I expect to get a clear sentence out. “It’s over.”

“Sweetheart,” Mommy held me tight, not caring what anyone who saw thought. That was one of the many things I loved about her. She was who she was and everyone else could fuck right on off. “What’s over?”

“Us.”

“We are? Why?” Great, now Mommy was sad.

“’Cause, ‘cause the month is over. I go back to work on Saturday, and you’ll find someone else.”

“Little girl, look at me.” Shit, now I pissed her off. How many more emotions would I drag her through. “I. Love. You. Not anyone else. This has been the best month of my life and just because we both go back to work doesn’t mean this is over, unless you want it to be.”

“No Mommy, no. I love you so much it hurts.”

“Well, between this little outburst and the heart attack you just gave me I can tell you after we get some food in your tummy that cute derriere of yours is gonna be red. You have got to learn to use your words and not choose ugly actions. Understood?”

I nodded. “So, you still want me?”

“Despite what you just put me through, yes. I’ve never been in love before and I’m starting to question my heart’s decision to be now, but it has chosen you and no one else.”

I deserved the spanking I was about to get for being a bad girl and making mommy worry.

“Sorry, Mommy.”

Even though she wasn’t happy with me, she still kissed me. “Let’s get our luggage. We’ll order dinner when we get home.”

“You mean your home?”

“I mean our home. There’s no reason for you to keep anything at your birth mother’s apartment any longer. You’re mine and in three months when you make port I’ll be there waiting to bring my girl back home.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“For what?”

“For loving me.”

Mommy called the car service while we waited for our luggage. “Princess, glaring at the man from the plane isn’t very nice.”

My chest would be inverted if my arms were crossed any tighter. “He tried to take my mommy.”

“Nobody is going to take your mommy. I see an early bedtime for you tonight, little missy.”

Translation: spanking and straight to bed with no tickles.

Now I really disliked that man.

“Alright, Princess, dinner is on the way. Empty your suitcase and put your dirty clothes in the hamper.” We’d just stepped inside Mommy’s Seattle loft above the BDSM club she owned, Blush. “You’ve had a long day. Dinner, then tubby time, then bed.”

Spanking? Maybe she forgot.

“Don’t think for one moment I forgot, Princess. Tired or not, you know right from wrong behavior. You made your choice and now you’ll suffer the consequences.”

Having a Domme for a Mommy isn’t always a good thing…

Defeated, I rolled my luggage down the hall and into the bedroom where the bathroom was.

The way mommy had her loft set up was so cool.

No solid floor to ceiling walls, not even in the bathroom though it was the most privately closed off room.

Strategically placed decorative dividers separated spaces but the living room and kitchen were one big area.

When I came back out Rhett, the chief of security at Blush was talking to Mommy. He must’ve brought our food delivery up.

“Hello Darcy, how was your trip?” Rhett was always so nice to me, but I’d seen him be serious with naughty people in the club before and I swore to never get on his bad side.

“It was so much fun. We hiked and swam in a big lake and fished for rubber duckies. I even got a princess one.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m happy you had fun. I’ll let you ladies get back to your evening. Mistress,” he nodded at Mommy, “goodnight.”

“Bye, Rhett.” I waved until the door shut while Mommy got our food set out on the eat in island.

The suspense was killing me. Mommy wasn’t one to make a scene in public and yet I had. There was no way I was getting off with only a spanking. That was the easy part. The words, not so much. I’d disappointed her and to me that was worse than just being naughty.

Mommy took her time while I nervously fidgeted, waiting for the hammer to drop. Argh , I’d never seen anyone chew a piece of food so thoroughly before.

“Darcy,” shit, use of my given name was like a kiss of death. “What in the world got into you today?”

I shrugged. “I dunno.” But I did…

“This is the second time today you’ve lied to your mommy. I’m very disappointed in you. Eat your dinner.”

And there it was—disappointed. The one thing I didn’t want to be, yet I had been. I wasn’t a bad girl. I just wanted to be loved the way I loved her. Was that too much to ask?

“Alright, put your dishes in the dishwasher then strip down and wait at the foot of the bed for me.”

The walk of shame after a hook-up had nothing on this. Embarrassed by my outburst at the airport. Embarrassed by the fact I’d lied not once but twice. Embarrassed by my overall behavior.

Did I even deserve a mommy?

Maybe not, but I deserved everything she was about to dish out, even if it ended with her packing my bags and telling me it’s over.