Chapter 12
MIA
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”
Mommy’s too-chipper voice cuts through the early morning fog of sleep in my mind, drawing me toward her, however reluctantly on my part.
“Don’t wanna,” I mumble, rolling and pulling the covers up over my head to block out the sunlight and noise.
“Aww, is Mommy’s baby so very sleepy this morning?”
Something about her tone sends alarm bells ringing in my mind. But not quick enough for me to counter her attack.
The covers are ripped from me and then her fingers are on me, digging into my ribcage as I shriek with laughter and try to wriggle away.
“Mommy, no! I’m up, I’m up!”
Her laughter joins with mine, but she doesn’t let up, not even a little bit. If anything, her tickling becomes more and more insistent as I fight and screech my way through the attack.
Then it hits me. The urge to release my bladder, sudden and strong and insistent.
“Mommy, stop! I gotta pee!”
She doesn’t stop. She only chuckles, low and wicked as her fingers continue to move across my abdomen, tickling and teasing. “Oh no!” Mommy gasps, but there’s too much glee in her voice for me to be convinced she means it. “Hopefully you can hold it like a Big girl.”
It takes a moment for her words to register, but when they do, panic grips my chest in a tight grip.
“Mommy, I’m serious!” I’m breathless, desperate as I try to fight my way free of her wicked fingers. “Please, let me go potty!”
“But you told me you were a Big girl. And Big girls know how to wait.”
Not when they’re being tickled to death!
But I don’t have the breath or the strength to actually say the words.
Instead I focus what little energy I have left on escaping.
Twisting and bucking and wriggling for all I’m worth while she continues her assault and the pressure in my bladder grows ever more insistent.
Finally, just when I think I might lose the battle with my bladder, I manage to wrench free of her grasp and roll off the bed. Before Mommy can reach for me again, I bolt for the bathroom, dancing in place as I shimmy my panties down to my knees and plop down on the cool porcelain seat.
“I guess you are a Big girl.”
At the sound of Mommy’s voice, I look up to find her leaning against the doorframe. I should feel smug, satisfied I beat her at her own game.
But I don’t. Because she looks far too smug, too satisfied for me to feel anything of the sort. “I told you I’m a Big girl.”
I’m trying for defiant, but my voice trembles, giving away how scared I actually am.
It isn’t like I’ve never been in diapers before. Ethan preferred me in them, even though I could never bring myself to actually use them when we were together. But Mommy is an entirely different entity, and the thought of being that vulnerable, that Little with her…
Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I’m just being dramatic. But my gut tells me that if I let myself go there, if I give her that kind of power over me, nothing will ever be the same.
I will never be the same.
Sloane
Watching Mia squirm, both literally and metaphorically, is quickly becoming an addiction. She may have escaped my attempts to prove how Little she is this morning, but I have other plans for my adorable babygirl.
After she’s done on the toilet, I help her wash her hands and brush her teeth, an act that has her blushing and whining that she’s a Big girl and she knows how to do all these things on her own. And she absolutely does—I just don’t care.
She’s my Little girl and I’m going to treat her as such.
Once we’re both freshened up, I take her to her bedroom where I stored all the new clothes we bought for her yesterday. “I was thinking maybe we’d go out to the park, go for a little hike today. What do you think, babygirl?”
“Okay, Mommy!”
Apparently I’ve been forgiven for my antics earlier this morning, because she’s all happy smiles and giggles as I dress her in a pair of denim overalls and a shirt that has the word “Princess” detailed on the front in glittering pink rhinestones.
She does fuss a bit when I put her hair up in pigtails, but a swat to her bottom calms her right down.
When we’re both dressed and ready for our hike, I snap a picture of her and a selfie of the two of us together to send to Ethan.
Sloane: Taking our babygirl to the park! We miss you, Daddy!
Satisfied that we’ll both be on his mind the rest of the day, I tuck my phone into my pocket and get to work packing supplies for our hike.
Including plenty of water and juice for my babygirl.
The drive to the particular park I chose for our adventure is long, plenty long enough for me to push a full bottle of water on her before we even park the car.
“Wait for Mommy to come let you out, baby,” I remind her as I kill the engine and reach for my door handle.
From the corner of my vision, I see her roll her eyes. “I’m a Big girl, Mommy, remember?”
I don’t bother to correct her. Or to try and stop her when she unbuckles her own seatbelt and shoves open her car door. I simply take my time, gathering the backpack with our supplies before making my way around the car.
“Mia Grace!” I make sure to put plenty of surprise in my voice, as if finding her standing beside the car is a shock to me and not a completely expected event. “What did Mommy tell you about waiting?”
Color creeps into her cheeks as she drops her gaze to the ground. Christ, she’s so fucking cute in her overalls and her blonde curls gathered into those two pigtails on either side of her head. “Sorry, Mommy.”
“You’re certainly going to be. As soon as we find a private enough spot, Mommy is going to peel those overalls off you and take a switch to your naughty little bottom.”
Head jerking up, she stares at me in shock… and hunger. There’s no mistaking the excitement dancing in her hazel eyes even as she begins to beg. “No, Mommy, please! I’ll be good, I promise!”
Twining my fingers with hers, I tug her toward the path. “You had your chance to be good, little girl, and you chose to disobey Mommy instead.”
“It was just a little naughty!”
She’s right. In the grand scheme of things, opening her own car door is a minor offense. It didn’t put her in any danger or damage our relationship in any way.
But I’m still going to punish her. Because she’s mine and I can.
After a few minutes of walking, I reach for the bottle of water I tucked into the side pocket of the backpack and hand it to her. “Don’t forget to drink your water, baby. Don’t want you getting dehydrated on our walk.”
“I’m so full of water already,” she whines, but she takes the bottle with a sigh and flips open the lid to guzzle it down.
“Good girl.” I punctuate my praise with a squeeze of her hand. “Thank you for listening.”
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing the way her cheeks go pink at my praise. “How far is our hike, Mommy?”
“Not too far, baby. It’s about a mile to the waterfall and then back.”
Her shocked gasp rings out in the otherwise quiet woods. “A waterfall! I wanna see!”
“We will,” I promise her with a laugh when she tries to run ahead, dragging me with her. “But we need to pace ourselves, babygirl, so slow down.”
She slows with an exaggerated sigh, falling back into step beside me. For a long while, we walk together, hand in hand, pausing every now and then for my babygirl to exclaim over an animal or a pretty plant.
Once we’ve gone a solid fifteen minutes without passing another person, I tug on her hand to slow her down. “All right, little girl. Time for you to learn how to pick a switch.”
Bottom lip trembling, Mia pouts up at me. “What if I promise to be the best-behaved Little girl ever for the rest of my whole life?”
“That would be a very big promise for such a Little girl to keep,” I respond seriously, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when her shoulders slump. “But you’re welcome to try. After Mommy punishes you for not following instructions.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she says with a sigh.
Pulling a pocketknife from our bag, I gesture to the trees. “You pick and Mommy will cut. Make sure it’s nice and green and not too stiff.”
I let go of her hand so she can wander. Worry twists her expression as she carefully inspects several trees, perfect white teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as she makes her selection.
Finally, she stops to point at a branch. “Is that one okay, Mommy?”
It’s a long, slender branch, the perfect tool to teach my naughty girl a lesson. “That’s perfect, baby. Unbuckle your overalls and pull them down to your knees while Mommy cuts your switch.”
She reaches for the first strap, her gaze darting this way and that while she works the button free. “But what if someone sees?”
“Then they’ll know you’re a very naughty Little girl with a Mommy who cares enough to help you learn to be a very good Little girl.”
The truth is, this path is one of the lesser known in our area, and seeing as how it’s ten in the morning on a Wednesday, I am fairly confident we won’t be caught. But the risk is still there, and the thrill of it pumps through my veins as I saw her chosen branch from the tree.
By the time I finish, she has her overalls down around her knees, shifting nervously from foot to foot as she waits.
“Good girl. Put your hands on this tree right here, with your bottom pushed out for your switching.”
Her breath catches, but she does as she’s told, slowly leaning forward to press her hands to the bark.
Gripping her hips, I pull her back a bit, forcing her bottom out even further.
When she’s finally situated exactly how I want her, I tug her panties to her knees with her overalls and tap the switch against her naked bottom.
“Now, let’s talk about following directions, little girl.”