Chapter 16
MIA
Owie, owie, owie!
Daddy’s hand falls hard and fast against my bare bottom. My skin is still damp from my bath, amplifying the sting, and agony quickly engulfs me as he spanks every inch of my backside down to the tops of my thighs.
“You do not tell your Mommy ‘no’, Mia Grace,” Daddy growls, focusing a set of searing swats on my sensitive sit spots. “Especially in the tone of voice you were just using. My Little girl is sweet and polite, not a rude little brat.”
Now it’s my heart that aches, even more than my bottom and tears of true remorse spring to my eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, Daddy, I promise!”
“Good,” he grunts, focusing on my right bottom cheek for so long I can’t help but howl and kick at the increasingly unbearable sting. “And the next time I catch you running in the house, I will take my belt to your bottom. You know how dangerous that is, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
By the time he ends my punishment, I’m a sobbing, snotty mess, limp and boneless over his lap. Cupping my aching ass in his large hand, he gives it a hard squeeze.
“Are you ready to be our good girl now, angel?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” I manage to choke out.
“Good. I’m going to sit you up now and you’re going to apologize to Mommy.”
Effortlessly, he does exactly that, picking me up and perching me on his thigh, the rough denim of his jeans pressing into my sore bottom as I stare at Mommy through a blur of tears. “I’m s-sorry I was n-naughty, Mommy.”
“My sweet girl.” Stepping forward, Mommy cups my face in her hands and rains kisses all over my face. “It’s all forgiven now. Come on, let’s go get you into a diaper and some clean clothes so we can all go downstairs and eat some breakfast. How do chocolate chip pancakes sound?”
“Pancakes!” I cheer, my tears instantly drying up.
“Sloane, she’s never going to learn if you spoil her after a punishment.”
But Mommy only rolls her eyes and leans in, brushing her nose against mine until a giggle bubbles up inside me. “Nonsense. You can’t spoil a baby. And today is a special day, isn’t it, babygirl?”
“Why is it a special day?”
“Because we have your Daddy back and it’s our first day as a proper family.”
My heart trips in my chest as I twist to stare up at Daddy. “Yeah. I guess it is a pretty special day.”
Despite his exasperation with Mommy wanting to spoil me with chocolate chip pancakes, Daddy smiles down at me. “A very special day, indeed.”
Pushing to his feet with me still wrapped in his arms, Daddy carries me down the hall to the playroom where he brought me that first night and lays me out on the adult-sized changing table.
My heart feels like it might pound out of my chest when Mommy holds up a diaper covered in frolicking pink puppies and hands it to Daddy.
I’ve missed this. Even though I fought them over the diaper, I’ve missed being Ethan’s baby.
Missed how tiny and delicate it made me feel to be so easily manhandled by him, especially in moments like this.
There’s a vulnerability to being so very small with someone, and I think that’s what I was fighting the most.
But now, as he wraps me in the soft cotton, trapping the heat of my recent spanking against my skin, I know this is where I was always meant to be.
Ethan
The rest of the morning passes with fairly little drama.
Mia earns herself another spanking, this time from Sloane for getting an attitude when told to clean up her toys, and later a five-minute timeout for not coming to the lunch table when called.
But as far as I’m concerned, that’s all just growing pains.
Getting used to a new dynamic, a new house, new rules, it’s all a lot for a Little girl to take in at once, especially one as Little as Mia.
But overall, we all settle into our new familial roles rather easily.
Too easily, maybe.
So when it comes time to put Mia down for a nap, I insist on her sleeping in “her” bed in the playroom, and when she’s finally asleep, I point my wife in the direction of our bedroom. Once inside, I close and lock the door before turning to face Sloane.
“All right, Sloane. Time to come clean. How the fuck did this happen?”
Eyes wide, Sloane blinks rapidly. “What do you mean?”
If it were anyone else, I might be willing to buy that sweet innocent act. But I’ve been married to Sloane for ten years and I know better.
Crossing my arms, I match her stare with one of my own. “You have about thirty seconds to tell me the truth, Sloane Marie. The whole truth.”
For a moment, I think she’s going to cling to that feigned innocence. But then she sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “Could we go get a drink? I think I need a glass of wine for this discussion.”
“It’s the middle of the day, Sloane.”
Shrugging, she turns and reaches for the doorknob. “It’s one drink, and neither of us have anywhere to be.”
I don’t really have an argument for that, so I follow her out of the bedroom and downstairs, where she pours us both a generous glass of her favorite red wine. With the baby monitor on the coffee table between us, we settle on opposite ends of the couch.
A fitting metaphor for our marriage up until this point, and my throat aches with the distance.
Staring down into her wine, Sloane blows out a breath. “Okay. Total honesty, yeah?”
She glances up and I nod, my heart threatening to pound right out of my chest. “Total honesty.”
“I’m never going to be enough for you.”
The brutal truth of it stabs at my chest. “Sloane—”
“No.” Shaking her head, she cuts me off, her dark eyes locking on mine. “It’s the truth, and we both know it. So when you ran off to rescue Mia, it was like this confirmation, in my mind, that you’d just been biding your time with me, waiting for her to come back.”
“Oh, baby. That’s not true.”
Or maybe it is. Maybe I am that much of an asshole.
Fuck.
Sloane jerks a shoulder, her as yet untouched wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the glass. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, it’s how I felt.”
My arms physically ache to hold her, but instinct holds me back. “What changed?”
A slow, soft smile curves her lips. “Me. Or, I don’t know, maybe I didn’t change. Maybe I just… finally figured out what I want.”
“What do you mean?”
“I came downstairs that next morning, totally ready to be a bitch to Mia. Because she was everything I wasn’t.
But then I saw her, so cute and tiny in one of your t-shirts and it was like my whole world shifted, ever so slightly, and the pieces of our marriage that never quite fit finally clicked into place. ”
Heart pounding, I look at her, really look, searching for any hint of artifice. But I find only a heart-rending honesty. “Is that why you tried to get her spanked that first morning?”
She has the grace to blush and duck her head. “Yeah. I, ah, thought it would be really hot. And I was right.”
My cock jerks in my pants, not just at the memory of having Mia naked over my knee again, but the hunger in my wife’s gaze as she watched on. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Sloane lifts her head, and I nearly groan at the sight of her blown pupils, her flushed cheeks. “Yes?”
Her response is breathless, needy. And even though I know we have a fuck ton more to discuss, I don’t care. The logistics can wait.
I need my wife, and I need her now.
“Put the wine down and come here.”
How could I ever have thought she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body? The second I issue the order, she sets her wine on the coffee table alongside the monitor. I do the same, freeing up my hands for when she climbs onto my lap, straddling me on our couch.
Cupping her ass, I pull her closer, fighting the urge to rip her leggings from her and bury my cock inside her. “My clever little wife,” I murmur, kneading her bottom as she grins down at me. “Do you want to ride Daddy’s cock, Mommy?”
“God, yes. Yes.” Dropping her weight fully onto me, Sloane grinds against my aching cock. “Fuck me, Daddy, please.”
My wife hasn’t called me Daddy in almost ten years. Hearing it from her now, even in an entirely unexpected context, rips the last of my self-control to shreds.
Tightening my hold on her, I roll, flipping our positions so Sloane is pinned beneath me. A writhing, clawing, feral little thing, she yanks at my shirt, pulling it up over my head. And then her nails are on me, digging into my back as she arches up beneath me.
We tear at each other’s clothes, mindless with need until we’re both naked and desperate for each other. Hooking my arm beneath her knee, I push her leg back, opening her to me as I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her.
“God! Ethan!” Head thrown back, she’s the very picture of ecstasy, and her soaked cunt clenches around me as I fuck her, hard and fast and frantic right there on the couch.
Sloane screams as the orgasm rips through her, and I follow her over an embarrassingly short time later. Still buried inside my wife’s pussy, I stare down at her in shocked wonder as laughter shakes her body.
“Holy fuck,” she says shakily, reaching up to run a hand through her mussed hair. “If I’d known bringing a babygirl into our marriage would have that effect, I would have done it ten years ago.”
Shifting our weight, I roll her on top of me, running my hand down her bare back. “I’m not sure it would have been the same. We aren’t the same people we were back then.”
“Maybe. I just hate that we wasted so many years—”
“Hey.” Sliding my hand into her hair, I pull her down to me, until we are so close I can feel her breath on my lips. “Not a single fucking second of my life with you has been wasted. You hear me? Not a single second.”
Tears glitter in her eyes, but only for a moment before she blinks them away. “Yeah. Yeah, I hear you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I smother her groan with a kiss, capturing her lips and exploring her like it’s our first time. The kiss turns hungry, needy and before long she's on top of me, riding my cock to another frantic release. And when she collapses against me the second time, I know we’re going to be okay after all.