Leelu’s Family History-Mommy’s Story

Leelu knew right away she had made a mistake. Her mother was leaning over telling her for the third time she couldn’t go on the camping trip with her other fifth grade girlfriends because she hadn’t cleaned her room, or done her homework, or taken out the trash…typical 11 year old things, typical punishment. And, just as typically, Leelu had gotten very upset with her mother’s decision. That’s when she reached out and slapped her mother across the face.

There she was, in her flip flops with the little daisies on the front, and her long skinny legs topped off with her candy red, super tight short-shorts, her cute little ass sticking out ever so slightly. She was wearing the Pebbles Flintstone tank-top her father gave her for her birthday two years ago. It was as tight as her shorts and clung across her taught young body, stretched across her still flat chest, the nipples poking out in the heat of the moment. When her mother took her shopping, she always picked out very tight clothes for Leelu. Never anything loose or bulky. Her mother said daddy liked how she looked in clothing that was a size or two too small, and since Leelu was just like her mother in that they both liked to make daddy happy, she grew to enjoy wearing her cute, tight wardrobe. She would come out to the kitchen every morning to show off her outfit for the day, and mommy and daddy would kneel down in front of her and run their hands over her clothes, saying how pretty she looked and how special she was and how much they loved her. It was the best way to start a day, she always thought.

Her black hair was done the way it had been done every day of her life. Her mother had started putting her in pigtails as soon as her hair was long enough. Mommy said her daddy loved her in pigtails and made sure they were perfect every morning, with the line of the part running straight up the back of her head and the cutest bangs cut straight across the forehead. Now Leelu could do them herself and did them the same way every day. She liked making her daddy happy, like the way she would sit in his lap and he would playfully pull on them while he rubbed her tummy. And she preferred how she looked in them, too.

But none of that mattered right then, because her mother’s cheek was turning red from where Leelu had hit her, and her eyes were growing hard and cold as she stared her down.

“Go to your room,” her mother managed, quietly, after a few moments where Leelu thought she might get hit back. Leelu turned without a word and walked to her bedroom.

It was an hour later when her mother finally came to her room. She always thought her mommy was the prettiest woman in the world. She had long black hair, just like her daughter, which she sometimes wore in pigtails, too. Daddy called them his little pigtail girls and she and mommy would giggle. Today, though, she had her hair down. Leelu always thought she looked very serious with her hair that way.
Her mother had on tight jean shorts that rode right up into her crotch. They were so short that the white pockets stuck out the bottom edge. She was wearing a pink Blow-Pop tee shirt. Leelu noticed that her mommy’s clothes were always tight like hers. In fact, they often dressed very much alike. In miniskirts and tight tank tops, knee socks and colorful little sneakers. Leelu had noticed that none of her friend’s mothers dressed like her mom, but when she brought it up, her mother always said that that’s the way daddy liked his girls.

“OK, Leelu,” her mother said as she sat down. “I just talked to your father—“
“I’m sorry mommy,” Leelu started to interrupt.
“Shut your mouth, young lady!” her mother shot back. “You are in serious trouble!”
Leelu sat back into her big pillows and stuffed animals with the look she got when she was frightened. Her button nose scrunched up a bit, her big blue eyes got even wider than normal and her full lips turned down into a pout.

“Your father and I have decided that if you think you’re a big enough girl to hit your mother, you’re a big enough girl to face a grown-up punishment.