Chapter 15
ETHAN
Absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greets my eyes when I step into our bathroom. My wife is on her knees, cooing over my sobbing, naked ex-girlfriend.
Twisting around, Sloane gasps, the brightest smile I’ve ever seen stretching across her face. “You’re home!”
I’m so shocked, I can only stand rooted to the spot when my wife rushes over to throw her arms around me. “We weren’t expecting you for a couple more days yet. Did you get everything handled at the Ellory house?”
“I did what I could, and then I told Johnny I had a family emergency and had to come home. Sloane… why is Mia crying?” My brain is too overwhelmed, too confused to focus on the overall picture in front of me, so it latches onto the one thing I can possibly fix.
“Poor baby had an accident in her sleep. But that’s okay, isn’t it, Daddy? We understand accidents happen.”
Something about this seems wrong, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what. The one thing I can pinpoint, however, is that my babygirl is sobbing her heart out in the bathtub. “Of course we understand. It’s okay, angel, nobody is mad at you.”
Mia hiccups, wiping at her streaming eyes with the backs of her hands as she blinks up at me. “But I w-wet the bed,” she whispers, sounding so distraught I can’t help but go to her.
Crossing the room, I kneel beside the tub and run my hand over her curls. “You just had an accident, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes and Sloane will—”
“Mommy,” Sloane interjects as she kneels beside me. “She calls me Mommy, not Sloane.”
Right. How could I have forgotten that minor, life-changing detail? “Mommy will change the sheets and it will be like this never happened.”
Sniffling pitifully, Mia nods. “O-okay, Daddy.”
Daddy. God. Hearing that word from my Little girl is everything I thought I’d never have again. I’d managed to convince myself it had just been some kind of drunk hallucination after our phone call a couple nights ago, but no. It’s really happening.
And I have no idea what the fuck to do about it.
“Here.” Sloane presses a washcloth into my hand and nods toward a bottle of body wash. “Why don’t you get our babygirl cleaned up while I strip the bed? It will give you two a chance to… reconnect.”
Turning my head, I meet my wife’s dark eyes. And in them, I see none of the cunning, none of the scheming mischief I’d expected. Only an eagerness that reaches down into my very soul and takes hold.
Could it be possible that she does actually want me to take on my role as Mia’s Daddy again?
Clinging to that desperate hope, I take the washcloth from her hand. “Okay… Mommy.”
Her smile, which is already brighter than I ever remember seeing it in our ten years of marriage, cranks up to blinding. “I’ll be back with some clothes for our babygirl in a bit.”
Washcloth in hand, I turn back to my sniffling babygirl. “Come on, angel. Let Daddy get you cleaned up.”
“You promise you’re not mad?” she asks as I pour body wash onto the cloth.
“No, baby. Nobody’s mad at you, I promise.” I’m confused as fuck, but certainly not mad.
Taking her arm, I begin to wash her. And with every swipe of the cloth over her glistening skin, I sink back into the role I was always meant to play.
“Have you been a good girl for Mommy while Daddy was away?” I ask, moving to the opposite arm.
“Uh-huh. Well, mostly.” Pink tints her cheeks. “Well… I tried really hard but she did have to spank me lots. She even switched me in the woods!”
“Really?” The Sloane I know would never take such risks. But clearly there is a whole different side to my wife I’ve never gotten to see. “And what did you do to earn a switching?”
“I didn’t listen when she told me to wait so she could let me outta the car.”
“Ah.” Chuckling softly, I run the washcloth over her back. “Well, that was very naughty, wasn’t it, angel? You know it’s the grownup’s job to help you in and out of the car.”
“I know, I was just so ‘cited!”
“That’s no excuse for ignoring the rules, Mia Grace. You know better.”
Shoulders slumping forward, she heaves a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck me, she’s exactly how I remember her. Soft and sweet with a hint of brattiness that makes my palm physically itch to spank her naughty little bottom.
With her upper body washed, I pat her leg. “Up on your knees, angel, so Daddy can wash your bottom and your legs.”
The blush that hasn’t quite faded from her cheeks darkens. “Don’t wanna.”
“Mia.” I let a hint of steel into my voice as I pin her with a stern look. “Do you want a spanking?”
“No! No spanking!”
“Then do as you’re told, little girl.”
Heaving another deep, dramatic sigh, she shifts up onto her hands and knees, presenting her perfect, round ass for my inspection. There are a couple lingering welts from Sloane’s switch, and I can’t help but run my fingertips over the marks.
“Did she tell you how she got those welts?”
Looking up, I meet Sloane’s smug gaze and something stirs deep inside me. Something dark and primal and utterly wrong on every possible level. “She said you switched her because she was naughty and didn’t wait for you to open her car door.”
“Mmhmm.” Crossing the room, Sloane kneels beside me, reaching for Mia’s swaying tits. “I pulled her cute little overalls down and switched her bare bottom right there in the middle of the woods. She was so worried we’d get caught, weren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, M-Mommy.” Mia’s breath catches as Sloane pinches her nipple.
“But when our Little girl is naughty, it’s our job to teach her right from wrong, no matter who might see. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
It isn’t right. It's wrong, so wrong.
And I want it so badly I don’t fucking care.
“That’s right, angel.” Lathering my fingers, I press them against my babygirl’s tight little bottom hole. “So the next time Mommy gives you an instruction, are you going to listen?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Mia’s voice pitches up to a squeak as I work my soap-slicked finger inside her. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, I’ve heard that promise plenty. But you never seem to be able to keep it very long, my naughty little angel.”
“She is very naughty,” Sloane agrees, her voice thick with desire in a way I’ve never heard before. “I think she’s going to need regular spankings from both of us to keep her in line.”
“Mommy, no!” Mia whines, rocking forward in what I can only assume is a misguided attempt to dislodge my finger from her ass. “I don’t need spankings! I’m a good girl!”
“You are a very good girl,” I assure her, pushing my finger even deeper inside her.
“A very good girl who likes to push the envelope and see what kinds of things she can get away with. So I think Mommy’s right.
We’re going to have to keep this bottom nice and red so you remember exactly where those lines are drawn. ”
Mia continues to whine and whimper as Sloane and I torment her. Moisture that has nothing to do with her bath trickles down the inside of her thigh, telling me she isn’t hating our attention as much as she pretends to.
I slide my free hand under her stomach to her swollen clit, pulling more of those sweet, needy little whines from her as she wriggles and writhes between us.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise softly, stroking her pussy as I continue finger-fucking her bottom with my wife tugging and twisting her pretty rosy nipples. “Come for us, angel. Show Mommy how pretty you are when Daddy makes you come.”
It takes almost no time at all to pull that familiar, keening cry from my babygirl. And when I lock eyes with the woman I vowed to love and cherish until death do we part as my ex-girlfriend thrashes and cries between us, I know our lives will never be the same.
Sloane
My heart is so full, watching my husband with our Little girl. He’s a natural Daddy, playful yet stern when necessary, and from my experience with Mia this past week, she’ll be giving him plenty of opportunities to be stern.
“All right, angel,” he says as he plucks her out of the bath to wrap her in a large fluffy towel. “Time to get dressed. Do you want me or Mommy to pick out your clothes today?”
Hope beats at my chest. As happy as I am to see them together, there is a small part of me that’s worried I’ll be pushed out. Worried that now that they have each other, they won’t need me.
But then Mia’s face lights up and she looks over at me and I realize I never had anything to worry about at all. “Mommy!”
Relief makes my knees weak. “Okay, baby, Mommy will pick something for you to wear. Daddy, do you want to get her dried off and into her diaper while I pick out her clothes?”
At that, Mia’s expression turns mulish, and my heart leaps with dark, giddy joy at the sight. “No diaper.”
Ethan’s gaze slides to mine, an unspoken question. What do you want to do?
I know what I absolutely do not want to do. I do not want to waste all the effort I put into getting our Little girl to have an accident so I could have an excuse to put her in the diapers her Daddy so enjoys.
So I put on my best “Stern Mommy” face and prepare to out-stubborn my babygirl. “We had an agreement, Mia Grace. If you didn’t have any accidents until Daddy got home, we wouldn’t make you wear a diaper. But you did have an accident, didn’t you, little girl?”
Red floods her cheeks but the set of her jaw only firms. “That wasn’t my fault!”
She’s right, it wasn’t, but I’m not about to let that pesky little detail get in my way. “Oh? Was it some other Little girl who wet herself in my bed last night, then?”
Mia’s bottom lip puffs out in her signature over-the-top pout. “No, Mommy.”
“Then I suggest you stop arguing with me and let Daddy put a diaper on you.”
But I can already tell my suggestion is in vain. She’s too far gone, too deep in her Little space to think clearly. “No! No diaper!” Wiggling free of Ethan’s grasp, she takes off, the towel falling to the floor as she bolts.
“Mia Grace!” Ethan’s furious voice echoes through the house. “You stop right there, little girl!”
Skidding to a stop just in front of our bedroom door, Mia spins around, her hands flying behind her to cover her bare bottom. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
I watch, fascinated, as my husband strides forward and scoops our babygirl up with such effortless strength it knocks the air from my lungs. In a ridiculously smooth move, not at all dulled by the decade he’s spent not being a Daddy, he sits on the edge of our bed and flips her over his knee.
His large hand practically covers her entire ass when he lands that first spank. Pink blooms on her bare skin and Mia lets out a loud, distressed cry.
“Daddy, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t spank me!”
“Oh, little girl,” Ethan growls, landing another swat on her bare bottom. “You don’t even know the meaning of sorry yet.”