Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 11
Chapter 11

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

The next day, when Diane opened the front door of the apartment, Alicia was waiting for her, and she wasn’t wearing the dress and tights that had been laid out for her either. Nothing she could find in her closet made her feel particularly bad-ass, but she did manage to find a pair of jeans - with butterflies on the legs, true - and she had on the Hello Kitty shirt from the night before. Apparently some of the tightness of that had just come from its newness, as it felt a little looser on her now. Still, it was the best she could come up with, working with what she had.

Diane looked surprised for a moment as she saw Alicia sitting in the living room, arms crossed. "Up early today," she commented. "It’s a good thing, too, because it will give you time to change into the outfit I picked out for you."

"I don’t think so," Alicia said. It felt good to tell her no, if not a bit scary.

Diane raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Alicia told her. "I don’t think I’ll be doing that."

"And why is that?" Diane asked.

"Why should I? What else can you do to me?" Alicia’s chest felt tight as the words came out, knowing she was tempting fate, but the events of last night were giving her strength.

"Oh, honey, I haven’t even started," Diane assured her.

"Really?" Alicia got up, taking a few steps closer. "Like what? Are you going to steal my car?" She grinned as she saw Diane rendered speechless for a moment. "Little too late for that, isn’t it?"

"How did you..?"

"What, you think I just stay cooped up in here all night? I do have a life." That was, at least lately, a lie, but one that made her feel better. "Now, where is my car, bitch?"

"You can’t talk to me that way," Diane declared, her haughty attitude making a quick return after her brief shock. "You’re too young for a car, and..."

"Bullshit," Alicia interrupted her. "You know I’m an adult, and even if you don’t treat me that way, you can’t tell me that taking my possessions isn’t theft."

Diane shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I needed to pay for your laser work yesterday somehow," she said. "You certainly didn’t have enough in your bank account for it, and I wasn’t about to pay for it out of my own pocket."

Alicia face turned white, and then red with rage. "You sold my car?!" she growled. "You..."

"Actually," Diane corrected, "sold isn’t entirely accurate. I mean, I did sell it, but only for scrap."

If Alicia could have turned any darker red, she would have. "You did what?!"

"Please, like anyone would have actually bought that piece of crap," Diane scoffed. "Besides, I knew a place that would take it without the title."

"You... You..." Alicia seethed, not sure exactly what to say, what she could say that would encompass what she was feeling at the moment. Finally, after a moment or two more of sputtering, she spat, "You fucking bitch!"

"All right, that’s it!" Diane declared. Before Alicia knew what was going on, she felt an intense pain in her ear as Diane grabbed it, yanking it and, if she wanted to stay attached, her, forward, down the hall, where Diane shoved her into the bathroom. Alicia opened her mouth, about to lob another insult at the woman, only to find it full of soap instead of words. Her eyes went wide, teeth clamping down automatically, then immediately regretting it as she tasted the soap on her tongue, felt the tips of her teeth scraping into it. She loosened her mouth, trying to spit it out, only for Diane to shove it in even further.

"You may think you’re an adult," Diane told her, "and maybe you think talking like that makes you sound like one. But it just makes you sound like the child I know you are." The woman’s gaze was pulled to the hamper. Alicia mumbled from behind the soap, nose wrinkling, feeling the saliva in her mouth creating suds around the bar of soap, doing her best not to swallow them, all for nothing, as Diane looked inside anyway, immediately finding the soaking panties from the day before. "Look at these," she declared, holding them up gingerly. "Do these look like the underwear of a grown-up? Looks like this wasn’t any small accident, either..."

Alicia reached up for the soap, only to have her hand harshly slapped away. "Leave it! Oh, Dr. Jadin will be so disappointed to hear about this." She pulled open the drawer under the sink, where Alicia had a small trash can that the panties were dropped into with a wet thud. "We have an understanding now. I don’t have to cart your disgusting used panties around... She just trusts my reports on what state they’re in. Which means I can tell her whatever I want."

Alicia’s eyes went wide, making Diane smile as the woman reached up, pulling the soap free with a small pop. "Don’t worry, I won’t lie to her. It’s too much fun watching you dig your own grave." Alicia watched as Diane rinsed the bar off, waiting for her to get out of the way so she could rinse her mouth out. All of the sudden, Diane grabbed her again, shoving the soap back into her mouth, this time working it roughly in and out, back and forth. Alicia nearly gagged as she felt her mouth filling with suds, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "But if you think that means I can’t, or won’t, punish you some other way, you have another thing coming," Diane told her, driving the point home as she continued working the soap.

At last, she stopped, yanking the bar of soap free again, stepping away from the sink to let Alicia spit into it as she sniffled. "Can you keep a civil tongue in your head from now on?" Alicia nodded, still bent over the sink, still spitting. "Do you understand?" She nodded again, straightening up just in time for Diane to give her a rather hard swat on her bottom, making her jump. "I expect an answer, young lady."

"Yes, I understand," Alicia squeaked.

"Now, we’re going to get you changed. You have anything smart to say about that?"

Alicia started to shake her head, then said, "No."

"Good," Diane declared, taking her hand, tugging her over to her room. Alicia started to pick up the dress Diane had chosen, which she’d just set on her dresser, having been a little uncertain about this whole thing - with good reason, apparently. "No, I think I’ve changed my mind," she said, opening the closet. "You can get into your tights, though."

Alicia sighed, grabbing the white tights and pulling them up her legs and over her red panties, wondering what Diane could be looking for, expecting another dress. At first, when Diane pulled it out, she thought that’s what it was, yet another sundress, this one light blue, with a floral print. As Diane held it out to her, however, she could see that, rather than a skirt, it ended in a pair of shorts.

"Don’t worry," Diane said as she saw the look on Alicia’s face, "Rompers are all the rage this year."

Technically, Alicia knew that was true, although she’d never seen the appeal of them herself. That wasn’t what worried her, however, nearly as much as seeing it, and remembering the close calls she’d been having at the bathroom lately. With this new outfit, and her tights... It was a recipe for disaster. Which was, she was sure, the point. But, mouth still full of the taste of the soap - she was feeling a little sick from it - and bottom still stinging slightly from that smack, to go with the stinging from her hair removal treatment the day before, she didn’t dare protest as she took the piece of clothing, fumbling with it, not quite sure how to put it on.

After a few moments, Diane took it back, opening it up and letting Alicia step into it, pulling it up over her, sliding the straps over her arms, sliding them over her bra straps. Diane grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back slightly to get a better look at her. "Now, that looks like a good little girl," she declared. "Is that what you are?"

Alicia sighed, staring down at herself, but she knew she had no choice but to answer, "Yes."

"Good," Diane smiled. "Now, let’s go finish up your punishment!"

"Finish?!" Alicia whined. "But..."

"I was just letting you take a break, because I’m so nice. Aren’t I?"

Alicia glared at her, stating flatly. "Yeah. You sure are."

"You’re so cute when you’re pouting," Diane told her, leading her back over to the bathroom, sliding the soap back into her mouth, then taking her to the kitchen, putting her a corner. "If I see your nose move an inch, you’re keeping that soap in until lunchtime," she warned.

So, much as Alicia would have liked to have looked to see what was going on as she heard Diane opening her cupboards, clattering through her pots and pans, she stayed put until Diane fetched her and took her to the sink, then sat her down at the table. "I made you some breakfast," she said. "You can’t just eat toast every day, it’s not good for you." With that, she plopped a large, heaping bowl of oatmeal down in front of the girl.

Alicia’s nose wrinkled automatically as she stared down at it. That had been one of the purchases that she’d protested the loudest in the grocery store. She hated oatmeal, and couldn’t imagine herself ever making it... And, as it turned out, she hadn’t. Yet there it was, waiting for her. "I-I’m not really hungry..."

"Too bad," Diane told her. "Eat." Alicia sighed, picking up the spoon and measuring out a small portion, lifting it to her mouth. "How does it taste?"

"Like soap," Alicia said. Which wasn’t too much worse than how it normally tasted to her, she had to admit.

"Well, you’d better pick up the pace," Diane glanced over at the clock. "We leave in fifteen minutes. That bowl had better be clean in ten, or you’ll spend that last five minutes back in the corner."

So Alicia gritted her teeth and began to shovel the mushy, tasteless gunk into her mouth as fast as she could swallow it, deciding that was less humiliating than going to work with her breath smelling of Ivory.

"Dear Lord, what a messy eater," Diane declared as Alicia finished, pushing the bowl away in relief. Her stomach had been full for what seemed like at least half of that bowl, and now, with the rest of it sitting on top, her body felt rather slow and sluggish, not to mention sick and uncomfortable. She could only sit there as Diane approached her with a washcloth, dabbing at the sides of her mouth. "You’re lucky you didn’t drop any of that on your nice clothes, or we’d be going shopping for a bib after work today."

Alicia groaned at the thought of work, realizing she still had that in front of her, hardly able to believe that her day was only just starting. And from the looks of it, it was not going to be a good one.