Chapter 6: The Little Sister
Johanna and Mauranne's parents felt their eldest daughter was old enough to house-sit with her sister for an evening and even a weekend. She then informed Ludo that he would be coming to spend the night the next Saturday.
Johanna and Mauranne led him to Johanna's bedroom, revealing his outfit for the night. It was a pastel pink dress made of soft satin, adorned with layers of delicate lace and ribbons. The dress had puffed sleeves and a wide sash that tied into a large bow at the back. The skirt was full and flared, designed to twirl beautifully when spun. To complete the look, there were matching ruffled bloomers, knee-high white socks with lace frills, and a pair of pink Mary Johanna shoes with small bows on the toes.
“Here you go, Ludo,” Johanna said, holding up the dress with a smile. “Tonight, you’ll be our little sister.”
Feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, he replied, “Yes, Miss Johanna.” He changed into the outfit, the silky fabric and frills brushing softly against his skin, making him feel even more like a little girl.
Once he was dressed, Mauranne handed him a baby doll. The doll was dressed similarly in pink frills, with a tiny bonnet on its head. “This is your baby dolly,” Mauranne said. “You must name her and take care of her like a mommy.”
Ludo cradled the doll in his arms, thinking for a moment. “I’ll name her... Ludivine,” he said softly.
“That’s a lovely name, Ludo. It’s cute that you chose the feminized version of yours!” Mauranne replied. “Now, remember, you must carry Ludivine with you at all times and take care of her.”
The girls set up a tea party with a small table, miniature cups, and plates. The table was covered with a pink, lacy tablecloth, and they had an assortment of pretend pastries and cakes. Ludo, carrying Ludivine, had to serve imaginary tea and cakes to his big sisters, performing little curtsies each time he handed them a cup or a plate.
“Would you like some more tea, Miss Johanna?” Ludo asked, curtsying deeply as he offered an empty teacup.
“Yes, please, Ludo,” Johanna replied, playing along with the game.
Next, they played music and had Ludo dance like a toddler. The girls put on a CD of nursery rhymes and children’s songs, and Ludo had to twirl and skip around the room, holding Ludivine close.
“Twirl for us, Ludo!” Mauranne called out.
Ludo complied, spinning around and giving a giggly, high-pitched, “Weee!” as he did, trying to embody the playful spirit of a little girl. His dress flared out as he twirled, the soft fabric swishing around his legs.
The girls took turns reading a children’s story to him and Ludivine. They chose a picture book about a princess and her adventures. He sat on the floor, legs tucked under him, listening intently while cuddling his doll.
“That was a wonderful story, Miss Mauranne,” he said when they finished, his voice sweet and innocent.
When it was time for dinner, heLudo was seated at a small, child-sized table. The girls had set up a little chair for him, complete with a bib. Johanna and Mauranne had a had a large appetizing pizza, but he was served boiled green vegetables.
“Eat your veggies, Ludo,” Johanna instructed firmly, standing over him with a serious look.
He poked at the vegetables, his face scrunching up in distaste. “But I don’t like them, Miss Johanna,” he whined, his voice taking on a childish tone.
“Little girls need to eat their vegetables to grow strong,” Mauranne scolded. “Now, be a good girl and eat up.”
Ludo reluctantly ate a few bites, whining softly. “Do I have to, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Yes, you do,” Johanna said sternly. “The only two questions, is it with or without a spanking? And who do we send the first photos of you to?”
Ludo became more docile and finished his vegetables, albeit slowly and with a pout.
After dinner, he was allowed some play and cuddle time with Ludivine. The girls had set up a playpen with soft toys and blankets. Ludo sat, gently rocking his doll and humming a lullaby.
“Are you having fun, Ludivine?” he asked his doll in a high-pitched, sweet voice, trying to keep up the act.
The girls watched with amusement, occasionally instructing Ludo on how to better care for his “baby.”
“Make sure to pat her back gently, Ludo,” Mauranne said, demonstrating the motion.
He mimicked her movements, patting Ludivine’s back and whispering, “There, there, Ludivine. Mommy’s here.”
Despite it still being daylight outside and the sounds of children playing drifting in through the windows, Johanna and Mauranne decided it was time for him to get ready for bed. They led him to the bathroom, where a series of preparations awaited him.
First, they had him wash his face with a gentle, foamy cleanser that smelled of lavender. “Make sure to wash all the way to your hairline,” Johanna instructed, watching as Ludo followed her directions.
Next, they helped him brush his teeth, Mauranne holding Ludivine while Ludo carefully brushed each tooth under their supervision. “Brush in circles, Ludo. We want to make sure your teeth are sparkling clean,” Mauranne advised.
After his teeth were brushed, they handed him a soft, fluffy towel to pat his face dry. “There you go, all fresh and clean,” Johanna said with a smile.
Once the bathroom routine was complete, it was time to change into his nightwear. The girls had prepared a delicate nightgown for him, made of soft, pink cotton with tiny white polka dots. It had lace trim around the collar and cuffs and a small bow at the neckline. They also gave him matching bloomers and a pair of cozy, white socks with pink ruffles.
“Time to change, Ludo,” Mauranne said, handing him the nightgown.
Ludo obediently changed into the nightwear, feeling the soft fabric against his skin. The nightgown was comfortable and made him feel even more like a little girl ready for bed.
Despite the early hour, he was led to a bed with pink, frilly sheets and a fluffy pillow, adorned with stuffed animals and soft blankets.
“Time for bed, Ludo,” Johanna announced, taking on a firm but gentle tone.
“But it’s still light out, Miss Johanna,” Ludo whined, holding Ludivine tightly. “I’m not tired yet.”
“Little girls need their sleep,” Mauranne explained, taking on a motherly tone. “You need to go to bed earlier than grown-ups so you can have lots of energy to play tomorrow.”
Ludo pouted, his eyes welling up with tears. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he said softly, his voice trembling.
The girls tucked him in, making sure he was comfortable. They placed Ludivine beside him, ensuring she was within reach. “Good night, Ludo,” they said in unison, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo replied, cuddling Ludivine close. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
With that, the girls turned off the lights and left the room, leaving him to fall asleep, still dressed in his frilly pink nightgown, cradling his beloved dolly.
Later that night, Mauranne quietly crept down the hallway to check on Ludo. As she gently pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges was almost masked by the sounds of distant laughter from children still playing outside.
To her surprise, Mauranne noticed that Ludo's eyes were open. He was lying on his side, quietly playing with Ludivine. He was softly whispering to her, oblivious to Mauranne's presence.
Mauranne stepped into the room, her expression shifting from gentle concern to stern disappointment. “Ludo, what are you doing?” she asked in a hushed, but firm tone.
Startled, Ludo sat up quickly, clutching Ludivine close to his chest. “I'm sorry, Miss Mauranne,” he stammered, his eyes wide with guilt. “I couldn't sleep, so I was just talking to Ludivine.“
She walked over to the bed, her stern gaze never leaving Ludo's face. “I told you that little girls need their sleep. You disobeyed me, Ludo, and now I have no choice but to punish you.“
Ludo's lower lip trembled, and he hugged Ludivine tighter. “Please, Miss Mauranne, I'll go to sleep right now. I promise.”
She shook her head. “It's too late for promises, Ludo. You need to learn to follow the rules, even when you think no one is watching.”
She reached down and took Ludivine from his arms, setting the doll gently on the nightstand. “For the rest of the night, Ludivine will stay here. You can have her back in the morning if you've learned to behave.”
Ludo's eyes filled with tears. “No, Miss Mauranne, please don't take Ludivine away. I'll be good, I promise.”
Mauranne remained firm. “You need to understand the importance of following the rules, Ludo. Now, get out of bed.”
Reluctantly, he climbed out of the soft, pink bed. She pulled out a small, pink ribbon from her pocket. “I want you to wear this.” She tied the ribbon into a bow around his hair, creating a more childish look. “This will remind you to behave and follow the rules.”
She guided him to the corner of the room where a small, wooden stool sat. “Sit here and think about why you need to follow the rules,” she instructed, pointing to the stool.
He sat down, the frilly nightgown pooling around him as he did. He kept his eyes downcast, his heart heavy with regret, the ribbon a constant reminder of his disobedience. Mauranne stood by, watching him closely.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again, her tone slightly softer. “Ludo, you need to understand that we care about you. That's why we have rules. Do you understand?”
Ludo nodded, sniffling softly. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. I'm sorry.”
“If you want Ludivine back, you'll need to beg for her and promise to be a good little girl,” she said.
Ludo's eyes welled up with tears, and he slid off the stool, crawling over to Mauranne on his knees. “Please, Miss Mauranne, may I have Ludivine back? I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll follow all the rules and go straight to sleep.”
She looked down at him, considering his plea. “You must promise me, Ludo. Say it again.”
Ludo's voice trembled as he repeated, “Please, Miss Mauranne, may I have Ludivine back? I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll follow all the rules and go straight to sleep.”
Mauranne finally relented, a small smile on her lips. “Alright, Ludo. You've learned your lesson.” She handed Ludivine back to him. “But remember, if you disobey again, the punishment will be more severe.”
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo said, hugging Ludivine tightly. “I promise to be good.”
She helped him back into bed, tucking him in once more. “Good night, Ludo,” she said softly, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, Miss Mauranne,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes, determined to prove he could be a well-behaved obedient little sister.
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