"Welcome home, Miss Katherine." Dressed in her traditional maid's outfit -- glistening pink latex, with white lace trim -- Cathy laid down her feather-duster and curtsied before her daughter. "You look like you had a hard practice." Head lowered, with her eyes on the floor, she asked, "Shall I go run you a warm bubble-bath?"

"Just a bath?" A devious little grin on her face, the young woman chuckled softly. "I think you know exactly what I want, mommy." Raising her arms above her head, her 38C breasts provocatively thrust out before her, she waited for Cathy to remove her sweater.

Still two months short of her sixteenth birthday, Katherine was one of those lucky girls who had blossomed early. She'd graduated to a B-cup before most of her friends had bought their first training-bra; had begun taking the Pill before they'd experienced a single period; and had become addicted to masturbation before they'd even begun to fantasize. As a result, nobody had been surprised to see her become the youngest member of her high-school cheerleading squad.

A few eyebrows had been lifted, however, when she was immediately named Captain.

Once she was free of her dirty sweater, the petite blonde turned so Cathy could remove her damp, sweaty bra. "Make sure it gets hand-washed this time," she reminded sternly. "I'm still trying to find a replacement for the leopard-print one you ruined last month."

"I am so sorry, Miss Katherine." Cathy bowed her head in apology, grateful for anything that would divert her attention from the perfect, pendulous breasts before her. While the magnificent sight itself was something she'd gotten used to, the feelings those wondrous globes evoked still carried a great deal of guilt. "Please punish me," she begged. "Please whip your slave, Miss Katherine."

Her daughter laughed. "Mmm, I do soooo love hearing you say that, mommy!" As Cathy helped remove her damp skirt and panties, Katherine continued to giggle. "If only Aunt Stacy had recognized your true nature earlier . . . I mean, just think of all the fun we could have had!"

Cathy blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement colouring her cheeks. "Yes, Miss Katherine." Carefully folding her daughter's clothes, she cradled the damp mess in her arms, the musky scent making her blush even more. "M-M-Miss Stacy and Miss Susan are waiting for you in the parlour," she stammered. "Shall I let them know you're home?"

"Actually," the young woman smiled, "I want you to go start my laundry right now. That'll give it time to soak while you attend to more . . . important matters." Another giggle escaping her lips, she snatched the feather-duster from the floor and placed it in her slave's mouth. "Don't be long -- we'll be expecting you, mommy.".....(cont)