Chapter 5
MIA
Fear and need slam into me in equal measure as I stare up into Sloane’s dark eyes. “A… a Mommy?”
“Yes, babygirl.” Her thumb brushes over my bottom lip as her mouth curves up into a smile. “You’ve needed someone to take care of you for a long time, haven’t you? That’s why you called your Daddy to come rescue you. Because you knew he would come and save you and take care of everything.”
Guilt joins the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me. “That’s not… I just needed help. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
My eyes widen with surprise. “You’re not?”
“No. Maybe at first. But not now.”
“What changed?”
Her smile deepens. “Everything. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let Mommy give you a bath, or do you need that bottom spanked nice and red first?”
There’s a part of me that desperately wants to be good. A part that’s fueled by the lingering fear of the pain of Carl’s hand striking my face.
But deep down, I know I’m in no danger here. As fucking weird as the last twenty-four hours have been, I know in my soul Ethan and Sloane would never actually harm me.
So it’s that other side of me, the side Ethan so effortlessly tapped into, that rises to the surface now. “I don’t wanna take a bath!”
And when Sloane’s eyes flash with excitement, I know it was exactly the right response. “Naughty little baby. A spanking it is, and then you can have your bath.”
This is wrong. So very, very wrong. And yet, I find myself sinking into that role I haven’t been allowed to fully embrace in far too long. The role I’ve been fighting from the moment Ethan picked me up and buckled me into his big black truck.
“No, Mommy!” I cry as Sloane takes hold of my arm to drag me toward the couch. “I don’t wanna spankin’!”
“Too bad, little girl.” With a deftness I wouldn’t have expected of her, Sloane sits and pulls me straight over her lap, flipping Ethan’s shirt up and tugging my panties to my knees just like she did this morning. “You’ve been very naughty and it’s Mommy’s job to teach you to be a good girl again.”
Her hand, smaller and softer than her husband’s, slams into my bottom and I yelp at the surprising pain the swat leaves behind. She might not be as strong as Ethan, but that doesn’t mean she can’t spank plenty hard.
In fact, she spanks hard enough that it only takes a half-dozen or so swats for my fight-and-flight instincts to kick in. “Mommy, no! It hurts! It’s too hard!”
“It’s just the right amount of hard for Mommy’s naughty Little girl,” she says without breaking her rhythm. She covers every inch of my bare bottom, including my sensitive sit-spots as I kick and cry over her lap.
“Owie, owie, owie, Mommy! I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll never be naughty again!”
“I think we both know you won’t be able to keep that promise, babygirl. You are a very naughty little baby.”
Even though I know, logically, I don’t really have anything to feel guilty about, the feeling still wells in my chest as tears sting my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mommy!”
Two hard spanks cap off my punishment, and then her hand is on my bottom, stroking and caressing like she did after Ethan spanked me.
“My sweet Little girl.” And just like this morning, her fingers drift down between my thighs to where I am once again shamefully, painfully aroused.
“The next time Mommy tells you to do something, are you going to listen?”
Sniffling pitifully, I nod my head. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Now, be an extra good girl and show Mommy how pretty you are when you come.”
It’s the only warning I get before her fingers spear me, stroking that hidden bundle of nerves inside me while her thumb presses against my clit. Pressure builds in my core and before long I’m writhing and whimpering over her lap for an entirely different reason.
“Oh, god,” I groan, burying my face in a throw pillow as I press my hips back against her hand. “Sloane… I can’t… please…”
Her free hand swats my sore bottom, reigniting the sting. “What do you call me now, little girl?”
“Mommy!” The word is ripped from me on a scream as pleasure crashes over me, drowning me in sensation as she continues to stroke and squeezed every ounce of pleasure from me. “Mommy, please!”
“Such a good little baby,” she croons. “One more and then you can have your bath, babygirl. Let Mommy feel that greedy little cunt squeezing her fingers.”
I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize how wrong this is. And yet, I’m powerless to stop the second wave of pleasure from dragging me under as I scream for Mommy.
“That was beautiful, baby.” Sloane sighs softly as she pulls her finger from my dripping pussy to pat my bottom. “Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up so we can have dinner.”
Sloane
For the first time in a decade of marriage, I feel like I truly understand my husband. There is something so fucking addictive about having a Little girl over your knee, whining and whimpering her way through a spanking.
And then through the hottest fucking orgasm ever.
I really, really hope I can talk Ethan into letting us keep her, because if not, I might have to leave him. There’s no possible way I can walk away from her after this.
Fuck love at first sight. Mia is an obsession, burrowed so deep beneath my skin I know I’ll never be rid of her.
Upstairs, I lead her to the primary bedroom I share with Ethan. The tub in our bathroom is much larger than either of the guest bathrooms, built specifically with enough room for a Daddy to give his babygirl a bath.
Or, in this case, a Mommy.
“All right, baby. Do you need to potty?”
Red floods Mia’s adorably round cheeks. “Mommy,” she whines, shifting from foot to foot in a dance that tells me she absolutely does need to use the bathroom.
“Arms up, babygirl,” I order as I reach for the hem of Ethan’s shirt. Mia lets out a small huff of air, but does as she’s told and soon she’s standing naked in front of me, her hands moving to try and cover all her naughty bits.
Seriously.
So. Fucking. Cute.
I point to the toilet. “Sit.”
On my babygirl’s face, I watch a war rage. She wants to be a good girl, I can see it in her eyes. But something in her also wants to fight. “I don’t need to potty.”
“Are you lying to me, little girl?”
More dancing as her gaze drops to the ground. “No…”
“Mia Grace.”
Her cheeks are so bright, they could stop traffic. “Maybe I do have to potty a little bit.”
“Then I suggest you sit your butt down on that toilet before I make it extremely difficult for you to do so.”
That gets her moving. With a shocked little squeak, she hurries over to the toilet and perches delicately on the seat.
I should start the water for her bath. But it’s so fucking sweet, watching her squirm under my gaze, so instead I fold my arms and pin her with a stern look.
“I can’t go with you glaring at me like that, Sloane!” she snaps, her brow furrowing as she jerks her head up to return my glare.
“Too bad. And that’s two. The next time you call me Sloane instead of my proper name, I’m going to get one of Daddy’s belts and make you spell it out until I’m sure you won’t forget again.”
Some of the color leaches from her cheeks. “Sorry, Mommy. But I really can’t go if someone is watching! It’s too embarrassing!”
From what I know of her relationship with Ethan, she should be more than used to using the bathroom in… compromising situations. Perhaps it’s just me she’s embarrassed to go in front of, which I admit I don’t mind in the least. I want her embarrassed and squirmy.
It’s fucking adorable.
Raising one brow in an imitation of a look I’ve seen Ethan deploy often, I continue watching her. “Well, if you can’t use the potty like a Big girl, Mommy will have to put you in a diaper.”
We have plenty of them from mine and Ethan’s disastrous attempts at turning me into his babygirl. But where being put in a diaper only made me sick to my stomach, the thought of putting her in one makes me…
Ravenous.
So much so that I’m actually disappointed when Mia squeezes her eyes shut and the sound of her releasing her bladder into the toilet fills the room. Still, she did as she was told, and that deserves a reward.
“Good girl,” I praise her, unfolding my arms to lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. “Sit right there while Mommy starts your bath.”
Turning away, I flip the faucet on, sticking my hand under the stream to test the heat before pressing down the plug that will allow the tub to fill with water.
“Mommy?” Mia’s voice is soft, tentative, as if she isn’t sure of the words coming out of her mouth.
“Yes, baby?” I ask as I grab a bottle of pink bubble bath from the basket on the shelf behind the tub. Baths are the one part of being Little I didn’t mind, though I prefer to take them by myself rather than allowing Ethan to help me.
“Why are you doing this? I didn’t think… You don’t even like me.”
Twisting around, I frown at her. “What on Earth makes you think I don’t like you?”
She blinks, that little furrow forming again between her brows. “Because I called Ethan to come get me.”
“I already told you, babygirl, I’m not mad about that anymore. I understand you needed help and I’m very glad your Daddy was able to rescue you.”
Tears shimmer on her lashes and her bottom lip trembles in a way that has my pussy fluttering with need. “He’s not my Daddy anymore,” she says sadly. “I never should have called him that. I’m sorry, it was really wrong of me.”
Crouching in front of her, I rest my hands on her knees.
“I’ve been wrong about a lot of things in my life, especially where Ethan Hale is concerned.
But the one thing I am absolutely certain I’m not wrong about is the fact that Ethan has never once, for one single second, stopped being your Daddy. ”