Mamacita was determined to keep it that way, for as long as she could. She swiftly wiped her charge clean and powdered her.

Christina looked on as Mamacita proceeded to unfold a fresh nappy.

Mamacita pulled it up between the young girl's legs and pinned up both sides carefully. "There we are. Now, time for your milk."

Christina was quite excited, naturally.

Mamacita got out a bottle of milk, bringing the nipple up to Christina's mouth.

She sucked on it quite happily. Naturally, Mamacita knew that Joan would want to effectively pose and posture with Christina like an accessory for part of every day, and this was no different.

Joan herself soon entered the nursery. "Good morning, Mamacita," she said in her usual dispassionate voice.

"Good morning, Mistress," Mamacita replied, still feeding Christina.

"I assume Christina gave you no trouble?" said Joan.

"No trouble at all," Mamacita said, and she meant it.