Chapter 28: That Monster!

"Oh, boy, I'm going to Tokyo!" Becky cheered as the big white car pulled up to the airport terminal.

"Okay, Honey," Mommy took charge. "Let's get going, we don't want to miss your flight."

"I'll just wait here, if it's okay with everyone," Christi sulked from her corner of the back seat. "See you when you get back, you little 'masoskist'," she hugged the freckle-faced girl.

"I'm sorry," Carol apologized as they hurried into the terminal, "my daughter gets like this sometimes. It usually doesn't last long, but I'm sure we'll hear every last gory detail before its over."

"Poor Christi," Kathy puffed to keep up as Mommy searched for the luggage counter. "She really had her heart set on the dungeon. I don't think the education guy was really her type, if you know what I mean."

"Personally, I thought he was a hunk," Mommy said as she spied her objective.

"I did, too," Carol agreed, "but Christi'd rather be boiled in oil than wined and dined. At least by a man, that is."

"Oh, I don't know, being boiled in oil isn't all that bad," Mommy grinned wickedly, "as long as it's a good brand."

With Becky's luggage safely in the care of professionals, Mommy took the girl by the hand and sped to the gate for the flight to Tokyo.

"Here we go, Sweetheart," Mommy bent to straighten Becky's knee-socks. "Now, you have a nice flight and do everyone Daddy says."

"I will, Mommy," Becky hopped up and down with excitement.

"I've got a surprise for you," Carol smiled. "The pilot is a good customer of mine. I ran into him at Junior League last night and he said you could ride his lap all the way around the world to Japan!"

"Oh, goodie," Becky cheered. "I get to fly in the cocktip!"

"Well, something like that," Carol laughed as she kneeled to give Becky a hug.

"Now, remember to fold your clothes neatly and have the pilot sign your membership card for the Mile High Club," Mommy kissed the happy girl again then turned her over to a helpful flight attendant.

"The pilot's been waiting for you, young lady," the attendant said as she took Becky's hand. The smiling girl waved merrily over her shoulder as the pair disappeared into the flow of boarding passengers.

"Well, that went well," Mommy sighed as they walked to the observation window. Kathy could just make out the top of Becky's bouncing red head through the cockpit window as the big jet taxied onto the runway.

"Now, I guess it's time we get this sleepy head home," Mommy put her arm around Kathy's shoulders. "You've had a very busy night and it's time you get some rest."

"Okay, Mommy," in the excitement Kathy had forgotten how tired she was, but now she could feel herself winding down. She was also feeling more than a little self-conscious about wearing a chastity belt in public.

"Why do they only make these things in bright orange?" Kathy whined as she pulled down her T-shirt in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her barricaded bottom.

"Federal law," Mommy replied. "Officer Ray says its to let people know you really mean 'don't touch' and aren't just being a tease."

"But it makes me feel like a dorky convent school girl who forgot her skirt," the groggy girl grumped.

"You'll feel better once you get your beauty rest," Mommy comforted as they reached the car. "You and Christi can curl up in the master bedroom if you like, I'm going to work with Carol tonight."

"Wow, you're going to lap dance at Farrell's Family Diner, Mommy? I'd love to come watch."