Chapter 73: Giddy Up

"Mommy!" Kathy screamed.

The image in the mirror screamed, too.

The two blondes stared at each other in horror for a good minute before each turned as their mother entered the room.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Mommy rushed to her daughter's side.

"Is something wrong?" Christi mumbled as she sleepily stumbled from the bed.

"The mirror, Mommy, in the mirror!" Kathy was almost babbling as she turned back to the looking glass. To her relief, it reflected back an image of a pretty girl wearing only white over-the-knee socks and a frustrated look. "When I looked in the mirror, it was that weird room from my dream and I was wearing a sleepy shirt and, and," she could barely say the word, "panties. And I was holding a Teddy Bear."

Mommy put her arm around Kathy and peered into the glass. "I don't see anything but a pretty young lady and her mother," she comforted, then turned serious. "Kathy, this dream business is really troubling you. Maybe we should have you talk to someone."

"Yeah, you could have an allergy or something that makes you dream creepy." Christi joined the two blondes in a comforting hug. "And I don't trust that Teddy Bear," she giggled, "it isn't anatomically correct or anything."

"What's the matter, Mommy?" Becky chirped from the hall. "Is Kathy okay?"

"Yes, sweetheart, everything's fine."

The door opened and the freckle faced redhead rode into the room astride Kim. "I'm teaching her to be a pony! Isn't it neat?" She swatted the tiny slave's haunches with her riding crop. "Giddy up, Kim, you've got to dress me for play practice."

"Yes, Miss Becky," the obedient steed, er, girl turned and conveyed her passenger out of Kathy's room.

"Keep your feet on the floor, Becky," Mommy cautioned, "and don't put too much weight on her back."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"They're so cute," Mommy cooed. "Say what you will about convents, but that's where you get the best slaves."

"Mommy?" Becky and Kim appeared again at the door.

"Yes, dear?"

"You haven't forgotten tomorrow night's the play, have you?"

"Why no, Becky, we'll all be there to see you play 'O'."

"Oh, goodie," Becky smiled broadly. "We're having dressing rehearsal today. You know what that means?"

"Why, no, honey, I don't. Why don't you tell me?" "That means I've got to do my anal scenes without dumbing cream," the little 'masochist' crowed. "Teacher says I have to scream real loud every time, just like 'O' would."

"I'm sure 'O' would be proud. You have the family anus and a beautiful screaming voice. Now get ready, we'll have breakfast in just a few minutes."

"Okay, Mommy!" Becky flicked her riding crop, "giddy up, Kim."

Billy almost tripped over his equestrian sister as he slunked through the door. His usual lustful look turned to disappointment when he saw that Christi was already awake. "Rats," he mumbled as he massaged his man flesh, "I was all ready to give you you're wake-up call."

"Oh, don't let that stop you," Christi threw herself face down on the bed, "I'm all lubed up and ready to go!"

"Come on, dear." Mommy took Kathy's hand as Billy leaped on her beloved,20 "Let's go downstairs and call Mrs. Potter. She'll know what to do about your little dreams."

"Okay, Mommy, after all, everyone says she is the best in town. A good flogging couldn't hurt."

"Yes, and she's a trained psychologist, too. Officer Ray says she does wonders with those poor souls at the county home."

Kathy stopped suddenly on the staircase. "Mommy," she asked weakly, "you don't think they'll lock me up or anything, do you? After all, it's just a dream."

"No, honey." Kathy could tell Mommy was trying to sound more confident than she actually was. "I'm sure it's like Christi said, just a little allergy or something."

Oh well, Kathy sighed silently, if they did put her in the county home, maybe they'd let her have the cell next to Michael's.