Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy!
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No one ever gets these things right.
Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and according to the books he brought home with him after he crossed back over, they all claim I never existed at all! I guess, historically speaking, that's true. I never did exist in that world. From what I hear, it's dreadfully dull. I'm sure I would just be bored. It's probably better that the real stories never made it out. I don't know that the Earthfolk were ready for them.
Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
The girl had obviously been crying. Mother watched from her upstairs window, holding one of her newly acquired kittengirls, the black one she called Eve. The kitten was licking Mother's fingers, her human face staring up with adoration at the woman holding her, periodically rubbing her soft black ears against Mother's exposed breasts.
"Willie!" Mother called, scratching the white patch at Eve's throat as she watched the girl below. She was a tiny thing, her blonde curls bouncing as she stepped out of the carriage, holding on to Blue's outstretched hand. The girl's eyes were red, and she looked over Mother's estate with big eyes.
"Yes, Mother?" The little man bowed and stood waiting.
"Ah, there you are!" Mother smiled down at him. "Little Miss Muffet has arrived. Will you show her to the drawing room? Make her comfortable, give her something to eat? It was a long journey."
"Yes, Mother." Willie smiled, bowing and turning to go. The kitten batted playfully at the lace edging of Mother's black corset, her claws catching in the material.
Mother sighed. "Oh, and Willie?" The little man turned back to her. "Can you do something about these kitty claws? They're making a mess of my clothes, not to mention my furniture."
"Yes, Mother." He nodded, reaching for the kitten. Mother handed it over, plucking her long peignoir from a hook and buttoning the see-through black lace from breasts to thighs for her first meeting with the Little Miss.
"Mother?" A knock on the door and Blue's voice distracted her from straightening the seams on her black fishnet stockings.
"Yes, darling? Come in!" she called, still turned in the mirror, her lace peignoir pulled up to expose her smooth, round buttocks as she adjusted the straps of her garters.
"Miss Muffet has arrived," Blue said, stepping into the room, his eyes sweeping over her.
"Blue, will you straighten my seams?" Mother asked, turning her back toward him and looking over her shoulder.
"Of course." He came to kneel beside her, running his hands over the fishnet stockings, straightening as he went. Her pussy was exposed, as always, as she leaned forward a little to give him more access—Mother never wore panties. His hand brushed the bare skin of her upper thigh and she sighed at his touch.
"Ah, Blue." Mother smiled down at him. "I wish we had time. I have to see to our new charge. I saw she was upset?"
"Quite," Blue agreed, standing and watching Mother's peignoir fall over her form, leaving just enough to the imagination to be titillating. "I had a bit of... difficulty... getting her into the carriage."
Mother chuckled, turning to face him. "Meaning you had to toss the bit of fluff over your shoulder and carry her?"
Blue grinned. "She didn't want to leave her father."
"Poor man." Mother shook her head. "It's hard to raise an obedient daughter these days."
Blue shook his foot, where the boykitten, an orange tiger-striped thing, was tugging at the laces of his boots. "I imagine you will remedy that, Mother dear."
"Indeed," she replied, bending to scoop up the kitten she had named Toby, who had retreated under the bed to bat at the edge of her peignoir. "These kittens. They're becoming more problematic every day."
Blue watched the boykitten lick Mother's fingers. His purr was incredibly loud as he rubbed against her, and his human parts, most notably his erection, were quite apparent. "It will likely be worth it in the long run."
Mother smiled. "That's what I'm hoping. Here." She handed Toby over to Blue. "Take him to Willie, will you? He's supposed to do something about their claws. I don't want to keep the Little Miss waiting."
Blue set off to find Willie and Mother made her way down the long staircase and through the main hall, the heels of her tall black boots clicking against the floor. When she pulled open the double doors leading to the drawing room, she saw the Little Miss, sitting on a low stool near the fire, eating something with a spoon from a bowl.
Mother strode into the room, coming to stand near the girl, who looked up at her with wide, blue eyes. "You are little miss Muffet?"
"Y-yes," she murmured, her eyes scanning Mother's attire with a look of wonder and shock. "Please, I don't know why I'm here. Who are you?"
"You may call me Mother," the older woman said, folding her arms over her breasts and looking down at the girl.
"I don't have a Mother," she said softly, tears in her eyes. "Only my father... and he—he let that awful man take me away...!"
"Well, this will work out nicely then," Mother said softly. She squatted down next to the girl, using a thumb to wipe at her tears. The girl looked hopeful and almost smiled. Mother stood and took a seat in the wing chair next to the fire behind the petite blonde.
"Please," the girl begged, looking over her shoulder at the older woman. "I don't understand why I'm here?"
"You, my little miss Muffet," Mother said, fingering the girl's silky blonde curls. "Have been sent to me by your father."
"My father?" The girl turned towards her, frowning.
Mother smiled, touching the girl's cheek. "Yes, your dear father has given you to me for... let's call it 'obedience training.'"
The blonde's little rosebud mouth dropped open. "Oh."
"Now... little miss Muffy..." Mother's finger traced the line of the girl's jaw. "You are telling me you have no idea why you might be here?"
The girl shook her head vigorously, her curls bouncing, but her cheeks were more flushed, her eyes wider still. "No... no. I'm a good girl," she insisted.
"Mmm-hmm," Mother murmured, leaning forward toward her as if she were going to tell her a secret. "You will be, when you leave here, Muffy dear."
The girl shook her head. "Please. It wasn't anything—"
Mother chuckled. "No? I don't believe you." She reached out and dabbed at the corner of the girl's mouth, where a little bit of thin white milk from her curds and whey remained.
"What I do believe... is that you have been a very naughty girl," Mother insisted, narrowing her eyes at the younger woman. "Yes, I do believe so."
"We didn't do anything!" Muffy insisted, her eyes pleading, tears threatening again. "Father was angry when he found him in my room, but I swear to you—!"
"We shall see," Mother replied with a nod, pursing her lips. "And you will be punished if you are lying."
The girl groaned, lowering her head, and Mother saw tears falling onto the soft white muslin of her dress.
"Naughty girls are punished, Muffy dear," Mother said softly, tucking a mass of thick blonde curls behind the girl's ear. "But you are here to learn to be a good girl. Can you be a good girl?"
"Yes," Muffy whispered, not looking up at her.
"We'll see," Mother replied, sounding doubtful.
As Mother stood, it all seemed to happen at once. She saw the third kittengirl, the black and white one called Lucy, playing with something under the stool Muffy was sitting on. She thought it was a bit of fuzz at first, but then it moved, crawling on eight rather large, hairy legs toward the fire to get away from the kitten.
Muffy saw the spider and screamed as the kitten pounced, and her curds and whey went flying as she leapt up and stood on the stool. The bowl shattered on the hearth and the spoon clattered to the floor and slid under the chair, sending the kitten mewling toward the other side of the room in her fright at all of the commotion.
"Willie!" Mother called, sighing. The little man didn't come for a moment and Mother went to retrieve the third kittengirl, who was cowering under the sideboard, her human eyes registering more fear than any normal kitten could. Mother coaxed her out and lifted her just as Willie entered. He was carrying the other two kittens, who seemed to be wearing something tied over their paws.
"I found Lucy," Mother announced, handing over the third kittengirl. Willie juggled her, making room in his arms. "What are those things on their paws?"
"Mittens," Willie replied, looking rather proud of his invention. "To help with the claws."
"Ah." Mother nodded and then jerked her head toward where Muffy was now cowering in the corner of the chair Mother had vacated. "I'm sorry, but our guest was startled by a rather large spider, and we have a bit of a mess."
"Yes, Mother," Willie said, trying to keep the third kittengirl, Lucy, from clawing her way over his shoulder. "I will tend to it."
"Thank you, darling." Mother leaned over and kissed the little man on the forehead, and then turned back to the girl.
