Chapter 10
SLOANE
It’s even more fun than I expected, watching my babygirl try on one adorable outfit after another. Especially because she is clearly having fun. I swear with every new party dress, cute twirly skirt, or adorable set of overalls, I can see the stress melting away from her.
As a result, we spend way more than I’d intended, which is something I’ll have to answer for when Ethan gets home. We have enough money that he doesn’t feel the need to police my spending, but I have a feeling even he will raise an eyebrow or two at the five-figure bill I just signed off on.
Oddly enough, the idea of being in “trouble” doesn’t piss me off the way it once did.
Even the thought of going over my husband’s knee doesn’t fill me with dread.
Maybe because now, as Mia’s Mommy, I feel more like his equal than I ever did when we first tried to establish a dynamic.
So if he feels like I need a stern reminder to be more careful of my budget, well… I might be okay with that.
For now, however, my more immediate concern is the increasingly grumpy babygirl at my side.
After Solene’s, we spent an hour walking around the mall, picking up little things here and there.
New accessories, some new shoes, even a little backpack decorated with all her favorite princesses for her to carry in lieu of a purse.
But my Little one is clearly at her limit, and a quick check of the time reveals it’s closing in on lunchtime. “All right, babygirl. Let’s head over to the food court. What do you want to eat?”
“Nothing,” she grouches, her brows drawing together. “Not hungry.”
“Uh-huh.” My Mommy instincts tell me the exact opposite is probably true, but they also tell me that calling her out on her fib is only going to cause a fight. “Well, Mommy is starving, so we’re going to go get something to eat anyway. How about tacos?”
There’s an independent taco stand in the food court Ethan and I both love, but Mia shakes her head. “Not hungry.”
Just ahead of us is a hallway leading to the bathrooms, so I make a detour, pulling her along behind me down to the women’s room. The bathroom is empty but for one other person, so I head for the largest of the stalls and pull the door shut behind us.
“Turn around and put your hands on the door.”
Mia’s expression turns mullish. “Why?”
“Because I told you to, little girl.”
Crossing her arms, she jerks her chin up in pure defiance. “That’s not a real reason.”
Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it. Moving closer, crowding her, I grip her chin, a dark thrill racing through me when her eyes go round with worry.
“Let me rephrase. Because I told you to, and because naughty Little girls who don’t listen to their Mommies get their bottoms spanked bright-red, regardless of where they are. ”
Her breath hitches. “You can’t spank me here!”
“I can, and I absolutely will if you don’t start doing as you’re told, little girl. One.”
The promise of a public spanking seems to do the trick and she spins around immediately, her hands pressed to the cool metal.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her leggings, I tug them down to her knees along with her panties, baring her bottom to my gaze.
“I understand you are tired and hungry and cranky,” I begin as I open my purse to look for the items I brought along with me for this exact reason.
“But getting an attitude with Mommy is not the way to handle those big feelings, is it, Mia Grace?”
“No, Mommy,” she grumbles, and even though she’s technically agreeing with me, her tone is still sulky and annoyed.
Ignoring her tone, I use one hand to spread her bottom cheeks wide, exposing her naughty little hole while I pop open the bottle of special lubricant. I coat the winking little star with a generous amount of lube while my babygirl whines and shifts her weight from foot to foot.
“Mommy,” she whispers as she clenches her bottom tight. “I don’t want anything in my bottom!”
“Then you should have thought of that before you decided to be so naughty.”
“I’m sorry! I’ll be good the rest of the day, I promise!”
“That makes me very happy to hear, babygirl.” Tucking the lube back into my purse, I retrieve a small pink butt plug and press it against her clenched entrance. “And Mommy has just the thing to ensure you keep your promise.”
Mia
Something hard presses against my bottom hole and I instinctively squeeze my muscles even tighter to prevent the invasion. “Please, Mommy, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!”
In the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware of the fact that other people could be in the bathroom with us, listening to me beg my Mommy not to punish my bottom hole.
But I’m too far gone, too deep in my Little space to care.
All that matters is figuring out some way to keep her from putting that plug in my bottom.
“Mia Grace.” Mommy’s tone is sharp, letting me know she’s quickly running out of patience with me, and it cuts deep into my heart. “Unclench this bottom right now or I really will use the brush in my purse to paddle your backside until you can’t sit comfortably the rest of the day.”
As much as I don’t want to be plugged, I want to be spanked in public where literally anyone could hear us even less. Sniffling back tears, I force my muscles to loosen, to allow her in.
The plug pushes past that tight ring of muscle right at my entrance and I can’t help but whimper at the burn and stretch. It’s been a while since I had anything in that particular hole, and it takes a minute for my body to adjust to being stretched like this.
“Good girl,” Mommy praises softly, working the plug in and out of my bottom. “You're taking your plug so well, baby. I can’t wait to see the way you take Daddy’s cock here.”
The casual way she talks about her husband fucking my ass brings heat rushing to my face. “I don’t wanna,” I whine, pressing my face against the inside of my arm to hide my shame.
“I know, baby. But it would make your Mommy and your Daddy so very happy to have you take both of us at the same time.”
An image of me, pinned between the man I once loved and his beautiful wife pops into my mind and my entire body flushes with need. Mommy continues pushing the plug into my bottom and I let out a small hiss as the widest part of it stretches me with a burning pinch.
But then it settles, and my muscles close around the narrow neck and I sigh with relief. That wasn’t so bad.
Unfortunately, my relief doesn’t last long. Almost as soon as the plug nestles in place, the burning starts. “Mommy… something’s wrong.”
“What is it, baby?”
“Mommy, it burns! Take it out, take it out!”
Behind me, Mommy chuckles, and my heart sinks as I realize the burning isn’t an accident. “Of course it burns, babygirl. That would be the ginger oil I used to lube up that pretty bottom of yours.”
I hate ginger. The one and only time Ethan and I tried playing with it, I freaked out and he decided pretty quickly it was a “punishment only” kind of thing. Did he tell Mommy that, or did she just know?
Either way, it’s an effective punishment. Ten seconds into being plugged, I’m begging and pleading with her to remove it, to make it stop burning.
Instead, she slides a hand between my thighs, stroking at my clit, which I’m horrified to realize is swollen and aching despite my punishment.
I refuse to believe it’s because of my punishment.
“Mommy will take your plug out when you prove you’re ready to be my good, sweet girl again,” she whispers in my ear as she continues to toy with my pussy.
“Until then, you are going to keep your naughty girl plug in your bottom to help you remember to be on your best behavior when we are in public. Am I making myself clear, little girl?”
Pain and pleasure twist around my insides, scrambling my wits. “Y-yes, Mommy,” I somehow manage to gasp out.
“Good girl.” She pushes two fingers inside me, pulling another whimper from my lips. “If you can behave the rest of the day, Mommy will make you feel good when we get home. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Her hand disappears from my pussy, and I have to swallow a sob at the loss. “That’s my good little baby. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and fed, and then we can decide if we want to do some more shopping or head home.”
I sniffle, deliberately making the sound extra pitiful in the hopes of earning some leniency after my punishment is over. “Okay, Mommy.”
Taking my hand, she guides me out of the bathroom stall to wash my hands before we head back out toward the food court.
We settle on Chinese food, which she insists on feeding me, and despite the humiliation of being fed like a child in public, everything inside me grows warmer with every passing second we spend together.
Even the burning inside my bottom isn’t enough to detract from the feeling of being so perfectly cared for.
After lunch, we shop a bit longer before the exhaustion of the day finally gets the better of me and Mommy declares it’s time to go home. Once we’re back at her house, she dresses me in one of my new nightgowns, which I’m embarrassed to realize doesn’t quite cover my bottom.
“Mommy, it’s too short,” I whine, tugging at the hem. “We shoulda got a bigger size.”
“Nonsense, baby. It’s the perfect length. Just right for Daddy and Mommy to see that cute little bottom.”
“But Mommy.”
“No more arguing, babygirl.” Pulling her phone from her pocket, she twirls a finger. “We need to get some cute pictures of you to send to your Daddy.”