Chapter 13
MIA
Fear and excitement are twin flames inside me, each setting me ablaze as I wait for the first strike of Mommy’s switch.
And then it comes, a different fire altogether, stinging and burning a thin line across my bare skin. A squeal bursts out of me before I think to stop myself from making any noise and I rise up on my tiptoes as if that will help me escape my punishment.
“When Mommy tells you to wait, you wait, Mia Grace.”
Two more lines of hellfire blaze across my bottom. “I will, Mommy, I’m sorry!”
“I certainly hope you will.” Again she whips the switch across my bare flesh, this time catching that sensitive area where my ass and thighs meet, and I know I’ll be feeling this spanking all day.
“Because the next time I have to punish you for not following instructions, I will also be calling your Daddy so he can hear you getting your naughty bottom spanked.”
Another lick of the switch as arousal pools between my thighs. The thought of anyone witnessing me getting spanked has always been a fantasy of mine. But the thought of Daddy listening in while Mommy spanks me…
It’s beyond anything I ever even dared to want before.
Over and over the switch falls, crisscrossing my bottom with welts as I clench my thighs against the throbbing in my pussy. My pleas for mercy fill the still forest air, going completely ignored by my strict Mommy.
By the time she stops, every inch of my bottom and the tops of my thighs are on fire and tears are streaming down my cheeks. Stepping forward, she cups my bottom, giving the aching flesh a hard squeeze.
“Are you going to be a good Little girl and do as Mommy tells you to the rest of the day, baby?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good. Mommy’s going to take a picture of your pretty welts, and then we’ll get those overalls back up so we can finish our hike.”
Humiliation floods every cell in my body as I listen to her shifting behind me, presumably taking those pictures she mentioned. When she’s finished, she bends down, reaching for my panties, but then she stops and her quiet laughter reaches my ears. “Oh, my. Did my naughty baby enjoy her switching?”
“No!”
But I’m protesting too much, and we both know it. There’s no hiding the slick liquid dripping down the insides of my thighs. Mommy runs her fingers through my arousal, teasing the outer shell of my pussy lips as she chuckles again. “Now you’re lying to Mommy. Naughty, naughty girl.”
Her fingers spear me and I rise up on my toes with a cry as pleasure floods my system.
“Good Little girls don’t take pleasure from their punishments,” she scolds as she sends me hurtling toward the cliff’s edge. “Only naughty, filthy babies enjoy getting their bottoms switched in the middle of the woods where anybody could see. Are you my filthy little baby, Mia?”
I want to protest. The words tremble on my tongue, demanding release.
But I can’t. Not when everything in me knows the truth. That I am, indeed, her naughty, filthy little baby.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” I gasp out instead, my fingers digging into the rough bark beneath my hands.
“That’s right. You’re my dirty little baby, out here on display for everyone to see, getting your bottom switched because you were so very naughty. But maybe if you’re a good girl the rest of our hike, Mommy will let you come when we get home.”
Disappointment stabs at me when she pulls her fingers free. “Mean Mommy,” I grumble, but if I’m hoping my discontent will sway her to mercy, I’m clearly mistaken.
“I am a very mean Mommy, aren’t I?” she says softly.
The sharp, tangy scent of my own arousal fills my nostrils and I realize with a start she’s holding her fingers in front of my mouth.
“Not letting you come, and making you clean up the mess you made all over my fingers. Open that pretty mouth, baby, and show Mommy how well you clean up.”
As I force my trembling lips open, I can’t help but compare her to Ethan. My Daddy pushed my limits, but never like this. He never stripped me in public, never humiliated me so thoroughly, never brought me to the edge of what I thought I could handle—and then pushed me right over that same edge.
No. Only Mommy has done that.
And I think I might love her for it.
Sloane
The bare-bottomed switching doesn’t seem to have dulled my babygirl’s enthusiasm any, though I do occasionally catch her wincing and rubbing at her bottom through her overalls.
But mostly she’s back to her usual bubbly self, letting out little gasps of excitement when a squirrel crosses our bath and chattering on about the different kinds of trees and plants we see.
I’m fairly certain ninety percent of her “information” is made up, but it’s adorable nonetheless.
And all the while, I push more water and juice on her, while only taking a few sips here and there myself. After nearly a half hour, the sound of rushing water greets us and Mia bounces excitedly on her toes.
“The waterfall, the waterfall! Hurry, Mommy!”
“We’re hurrying, baby, I promise.”
Clearly, we aren’t hurrying enough, because she lets out an annoyed huff. “We need to go faster.”
“What we need to do is walk carefully. There is a sharp edge right there, and I don’t want you falling over it.”
For once, I’m not being overbearing just for the sake of embarrassing her. I really am worried that she might get too excited and slip and fall.
Maybe I am really a Mommy, after all.
The thought brings a warmth to my chest I haven’t felt in ages. And looking down at my sweet, bubbly babygirl as she prances excitedly beside me, I realize with a start what that warm feeling is.
Love.
Unexpected. But not at all unwelcome.
As I watch Mia dance, however, I realize with growing amusement that it isn’t all from excitement. Every few steps, she stops to press her thighs together, and her cheeks are growing pinker with every passing second.
“Mia, do you need to potty?”
Silently, she jerks her head up and down, the color in her face darkening.
“Okay, well, you’re going to have to hold it, baby. The bathrooms are all the way back at the entrance to the path. Can you be a Big girl and hold it until we get back?”
She blanches, glancing over her shoulder back the way we came. “I can try.”
“It’s okay if you can’t hold it, babygirl. Mommy knows you’re really just a Little girl. I won’t be mad if you have an accident.”
Her jaw firms, taking on a stubborn set. “I’m a Big girl; I don’t have accidents.”
We’ll see about that.
Five minutes later, the sound of rushing water is so close it’s more like a roar, and the Little girl beside me is still doing her “I have to pee” dance. It’s almost enough for me to take pity on her and help her find a bush somewhere to relieve herself.
Almost.
Instead, I smile down at her and give her hand a squeeze. “Mommy wants to climb up to the top of the waterfall. Do you think you’re up for that, baby?”
Once again, Mia glances over her shoulder, worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. “Um, if you really want to, Mommy.”
Someday, we’re going to have a conversation about speaking up for herself when someone is trying to make her do something she doesn’t want to do. But that’s for another day, when I’m not so intent on getting exactly what I want from my sweet babygirl.
Pretending I don’t notice how desperate she’s getting, I pull her toward the rocks that will take us up to the top of the waterfall. Before we get more than a few steps, however, Mia yanks her hand free of mine and takes off.
Alarm grips me by the throat as I watch her run. “Mia! Stop right there, little girl!”
But she doesn’t stop. Not until she reaches what I belatedly realize is a group of portable bathrooms. Wrenching open one of the doors, she disappears inside.
Dammit. Thwarted again.
Moving to stand just in front of the bathroom she’s disappeared into, I cross my arms and wait for her to reappear. She does a few minutes later, a bright, relieved smile stretched across her face.
“Feel better?” I ask, as nonchalantly as I can manage.
“Yes, Mommy. I really had to go.”
“Well, it’s lucky for us someone put a potty here for Little girls who can’t hold their bladders.”
My words are meant to humiliate, and judging by the way her cheeks darken, they’ve hit their mark. “Um, yeah, I guess.”
“Come on.” Holding my hand out, I wait for her to take it and pull her close, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. “Let’s go see our waterfall.”
Hand in hand, we make our way up the rocks.
The view really is beautiful, and as I stand there with my Little girl, staring out over the crashing water, I find myself actively wishing Ethan was here with us.
He loves hikes, and the thought of watching him with our babygirl, hoisting her onto his shoulders to see better or giving her a piggyback ride when she gets tired has my heart twisting painfully in my chest.
He’ll be home soon, though. And I plan to spend every second he’s away making sure our babygirl is ready for her Daddy.