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or other media.”
    Lily nodded. “I did some modeling, but she always told me that my voice would be the way to go. You know as well as I do that I’m not a traditional beauty and don’t fit any type of mold. I’m made for the stage and I love it. I just hate that I worked all the time instead of getting to be a kid.”
    “Is that why you call me Mama all the time?”
    Lily nodded slowly, “I like pretending you really care about me. It’s nice to have that even if it’s only pretend.”
    “It’s not only pretend, Lily,” Shelby responded. “I do care about you.”
    “Really?” Lilly looked into Shelby’s face with hopeful eyes and saw only gentleness and caring reflected back at her.
    “Really. I am willing to give this a try if you’re sure you want it.”
    Lily slowly nodded, “I am, but what exactly does it mean?”
    Shelby shifted and pulled Lily onto her lap, cradling the teen as one might do with a small child. “It means that in this relationship I am in control. You will call me Mama whenever we’re alone—and in public if it’s someplace that we can do it without raising too many eyebrows.”
    Lily gulped but nodded slowly. This is what she wanted, right? Might as well jump in with both feet. “What else?”
    “I will make rules and expect you to follow them. And when they are broken,” Shelby raised an eyebrow and smirked as Lily stopped her protest, “when they are broken there will be consequences.”
    “What type of consequences?” Lily asked quietly.
    “I am a very firm believer in spankings for my little girl,” Shelby began. “But there may also be groundings or a loss of privileges. It all depends on the situation. However,” Shelby’s tone deepened and she looked into the teen’s face. “If you do something dangerous or lie to me then you will face a spanking.”
    “How will you, I mean…” Lily trailed off not able to say the word. “How will you do it?”
    “I find that bare bottom, over my knee, with my hand is usually pretty effective. Though sometimes very naughty little girls might need the hairbrush.”
    Shelby held Lily and rubbed her back gently allowing Lily to digest everything she’d said. The quiet was suddenly broken by Lily’s stomach rumbling and Shelby found the blush Lily now wore adorable. “It seems someone is hungry. Come on, honey, we’ll go get you something to eat and then you and Mama need to have a long discussion about the choices you made last night.”
    “Am I in trouble?” Lily’s voice sounded younger somehow and Shelby only nodded as she stood and held out her hand.
    “You are, but we’ll talk about it after you eat.”
    “Yes, Mama,” Lily agreed holding onto Shelby’s hand and allowing herself to be taken toward the kitchen and a new beginning. As she crossed the threshold of the bedroom however, Lily stumbled. “Mama I don’t feel very good.”
    Shelby stopped and looked down at Lily. “No, I suppose you don’t feel very well. Do you have a headache?”
    Lily nodded, “And a tummy ache.”
    “Well then, let’s get you to the kitchen and feed you before we talk and give you a bath.
    “Okay Mama,” Lily slowly followed Shelby from the bedroom to the kitchen.
     
    * * *
     
    Lily pouted as she stared at the dry toast and glass of juice in front of her. “I still don’t see why I can’t just have coffee.”
    “Because little girls do not drink coffee.”
    “But I always have coffee for breakfast,” Lily protested as she swung her feet from the bar chair in the kitchen and let her toes drum against the island.
    “Stop kicking, Lily,” Shelby directed. “And you used to have coffee for breakfast. You will now be eating something and having juice or if you prefer almond or soy milk so it doesn’t bother your voice.”
    Sighing heavily, Lily stopped kicking the island before turning in her chair to look up at Shelby, “Are you trying to kill me?”
    Lily frowned as Shelby’s eyebrow raised and she put her