Chapter 5: Babs starts work and gets tamed by Leanne

For the first few months, Babs was not only kept busy organising their quarters but she also cleaned some of the rooms we just didn't use ever and took on a lot of the duties of a maid, cook and chauffeur. As if this wasn't enough she also made herself available as a lover any time I clicked my fingers. She was such a willing person that she gradually made me feel lazy and at last I had no excuse not to start my business.

Both Simon and Leanne had their 13th birthdays during these first few months. Both were going through that time when teenagers become unpredictable. Simon was developing and his voice was in that two-tone stage, not quite broken but getting there. Leanne was much further into her puberty, had been menstruating since she was 11, and her breasts were already bigger than Barbara's and nearly as big as mine. She could be really helpful one minute and be a right bitch the next. Sometimes she would go face to face with me, screaming in some show of defiance. She was physically the same size and height as me and one day I was expecting the arguments to become violent.

Simon was a nice lad but he, too, was getting increasingly harder to manage. He would get aroused at the slightest thing, get embarrassed about the tenting in his trousers and run to the toilet or his room to take care of it. We all had to pretend we didn't notice, but even Leanne had seen the frequent erections and had asked me about it once when Simon had run out with his hand over his groin. I told her he couldn't help it at his age and the control will come in time. I explained about his needing frequent masturbation and she confided she did too and I assured her this was natural too.

I was also kept fairly busy getting organised to start that business. I cleared out a study that my ex used to make use of, and bought myself a desk, filing cabinet and a computer system. I also realised I was behind with the CPD (continuing professional development) studying that I was required to do to keep up my accountancy qualification. I decided to go on a week's course that would get my knowledge back up to date too. And so about 6 months after our new friends had moved in, I left Leanne in charge of keeping the house, to go on my course. Babs promised to help her, which was all part of her duties.

I didn't dream that Leanne would take her responsibilities so seriously and see herself lording it over Barbara. But that's what happened while I was away.

I had been trying to get Babs to be less submissive. To be a little more assertive maybe. But she was right about herself, the moment she came upon someone who wanted to dominate her she shrunk into that timid, subservient person that Mary, and later Lucy, her husband and who knows how many others loved to exploit, and there was no way she could help it. Even I found it too easy to dominate her, much as I didn't want to. Her portrayal of Katie, though exciting to me, was really just her encouraging me to take advantage of her. Increasingly our lovemaking had seen me take a dominant role with Babs bending to my every fantasy.

Leanne, my daughter, although young, was quick to spot Babs' nature. Leanne's physical stature and high self-confidence and, OK, maybe a little mean streak, gave her all the attributes to take full advantage of poor Babs. Leanne, at 5 foot 8 inches towered over Barbara by some 4 inches and, although not plump, was quite strongly built. Babs of course was petite and looked frail although she was actually strong enough to move some heavy furniture about when she wanted.

Leanne didn't act on this though. At least not while I was around. But, of course, with me away for a week at a residential course and Simon keeping increasingly to his own room in the evenings, Leanne seized her opportunity practically while I was still reversing the car out by what I have gathered since.

For a few days Leanne had Babs running errands, doing all the things she hated doing, making her snacks at all hours and generally treating her like a skivvy. The first day Leanne called Babs to the lounge and demanded breakfast in bed each day.

"I want the full works! Bacon, eggs, hash browns, tomatoes, everything. And lots of toast and coffee."

"Are you sure that's not a bit fattening, sweetie?"

"Look don't you dare question me, ever. Got it?"

"OK Leanne, sorry."

"Yes and while we're at it you can call me Mistress while mum's away, right?"

"What?!!!"

"Mum said I'll be mistress of the house while she's away didn't she?"

"Yes but I don't think..."

"Never mind what you think. Call me Mistress, OK?"

"Yes Le... Mistress."

On the Wednesday of the week I was away Barbara had put the kettle on for a cup of tea in her lounge after doing a lot of work, but heard Leanne shouting "BARBARA!" from somewhere else in the house. I had told her to help Leanne and watch out for her so Babs hurried to our lounge, but no-one was there. So then she looked in the study and kitchen and the dining room. Still no-one.

"Leanne, honey, where are you?" she called.

"Up here. My room," came the sound of my bossy daughter. "And didn't I tell you to call me Mistress?" Leanne went back upstairs and knocked on the door of Leanne's room, but at that instant the girl opened it. "There you are at last Barbara. Come in here."

"Sorry, I looked everywhere downstairs," Babs said quietly, sensing Leanne was displeased with something. "What can I do for you, Mistress?"

"Well, isn't it obvious? Look at the state of this room! It's a mess. A shambles. I want it cleaned up properly please."

"But Leanne, sorry, Mistress, when I first came here Jacqui told me not to touch your room as you should clean it yourself. So I never clean in here. I think..."