Chapter 18
SLOANE
Watching our babygirl squirm all through dinner is a treat I didn’t realize I’d been missing out on.
While I’ve generally been a fan of punishing her as soon as humanly possible—especially if doing so offers an extra layer of humiliation like at the mall or in the woods—I can appreciate my husband’s deviousness in making her wait.
Between every bite, she glances up at me or her Daddy, as if checking to see if we’ve changed our minds about spanking her.
But Ethan and I simply carry on as we normally would at dinner, discussing his trip, the jobsite, my latest commission.
Though now we have the added amusement of me sharing all of my exploits with our babygirl while he was gone, which he laughs or scowls at, whichever seems most appropriate at the time.
“It sounds like you were very naughty for your Mommy while I was gone,” he scolds as he cuts up a piece of broccoli to feed the pouting Mia. “Maybe you need an extra-hard spanking tonight to make sure you’re on your best behavior going forward.”
“Daddy, no! I don’t need a spankin’ at all!”
Ethan raises a brow. “Really? So that was some other Little girl who threw a fit and kicked me in the shin this afternoon?”
Pink colors Mia’s cheeks. “Maybe it was my evil twin.”
“Ah, well, then I suppose we’ll have to spank both of you, just to be sure. Don’t you think that sounds fair, Mommy?”
It’s a fight to keep a straight face as I lean over to wipe spaghetti sauce from her face. “I think that sounds entirely fair, Daddy.”
“Mommy,” Mia whines, her hazel eyes shining as she pouts up at me. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“Oh, babygirl.” Cupping her face, I run the pad of my thumb over her cheekbone. “I am always on your side. It just so happens that being on your side in this instance means spanking that pretty bottom so you can remember to be our good, sweet girl in the future.”
The flush in her cheeks darkens. “That doesn’t sound like you’re on my side at all.”
Meeting Ethan’s dancing eyes across the table, I have to swallow a laugh at how put out our babygirl sounds. Especially when I know for a fact she would be very upset indeed if we didn’t follow through with our promise to punish her naughty bottom.
When dinner is finished and the dishes have been cleaned, Ethan unbuckles Mia from her booster seat and hoists her into his arms. “I think it’s time for a naughty Little girl to face the music, don’t you, Mommy?”
My blood heats in my veins. “Yes, Daddy.”
Whining pitifully, Mia tightens her hold on him, burying her face in the side of his neck. But Ethan only smiles at me and jerks his head toward the stairs. Heart pounding, I follow him up to the playroom, where he lays Mia out on the oversized changing table.
“Use your diaper, angel, and then we can start your punishment.”
“I don’t need a diaper, Daddy, I can use the potty like a Big girl!”
Stepping up beside the table, I run my hand over her bright curls. “But you’re not a Big girl anymore, remember? You’re our baby. And babies use their diapers.”
Bottom lip trembling, she stares up at me, her eyes pleading with me for mercy. “I’m not a baby,” she whispers.
Ethan presses down on her stomach, and Mia lets out a low, keening whine. “Big girls do not throw tantrums and kick people when they don’t get their way. So clearly, you are indeed just a little baby who needs her Mommy and Daddy to take care of her in every way.”
A sob bursts out of our babygirl as she lifts her hands to cover her face. And then I hear it, the faint sound of her bladder releasing against the soft cotton of her diaper, and my heart swells with joy.
“What a good little baby you are!” I coo at her as I continue petting her hair. “Using your diaper like Mommy and Daddy told you to. Such a good, pretty little baby.”
As I praise her, Ethan makes quick work of her diaper, removing it and wrapping it up to put in the bin to be washed later. And when he wipes her clean again, he leans down to press a tender kiss to her pretty little pussy.
“All right, angel.” Scooping her up in his arms again, he carries her to an empty corner.
“You are going to stand right here with that naughty bottom on display while your Mommy and I discuss how to handle your punishment. Do not move from that spot unless you want an extra-ouchie bottom tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Cupping my elbow, Ethan leads me out into the hall.
“All right, Mommy. How do we want to handle our naughty babygirl?”
Mia
It feels like forever that I’m stuck in the corner, my bare butt sticking out from beneath my too-short dress, waiting on Mommy and Daddy to start my punishment.
More than once, I’m tempted to sneak over to the dollhouse and play until I hear the doorknob turning, but I’m far too scared of Daddy’s threat to risk it.
Then I hear the door opening behind me, and all of a sudden I’m wishing they’d taken a little while longer out there in the hall.
“Come here, Mia Grace.”
Turning away from the corner, I drag myself over to the bed where they’re both seated. God, they make a picture, both so tall and fierce and stunningly perfect.
And all mine.
My heart trips in my chest as I look up into their stern faces. “I’m really sorry,” I whisper, my voice thick with the tears I know I’ll be shedding soon enough.
Mommy’s expression softens, ever so slightly. “We’re happy to hear that, baby. But you still have to be punished. Do you understand why?”
“Be-because I was naughty and I kicked Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Deep voice rumbling with disappointment, Daddy reaches for me, capturing my wrist to tug me closer to them. “You threw a tantrum and you lashed out, all because you didn’t believe Mommy when she said we’re a family. So we decided this punishment should be a family affair.”
Before I can ask what he means, I’m being lifted up to straddle Mommy’s left thigh and Daddy’s right thigh at the same time, my torso bent forward and trapped between them. The position is awkward, but more than that, it puts every inch of my most intimate parts on full display for them.
A soft hand cups my bottom and squeezes. “You are ours, Mia Grace. And if we have to keep this bottom red and hot every day for the rest of your life for you to remember who you belong to, then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
Mommy’s hand disappears, and a moment later pain explodes across my bottom. It’s Daddy’s hand now, his hard palm covering nearly every inch of my exposed skin as he lands a hard, stinging spank.
Before I even have a chance to process the pain, another swat lands. Not quite as hard, and the hand isn’t nearly as large, but it still stings like crazy.
And I realize then exactly what they mean by this punishment being a family affair.
One after another, the uneven swats land. Sometimes alternating, but sometimes the same hand swats me over and over. I can’t relax into the spanking the way I sometimes do, because I’m constantly on guard, waiting to see what comes next.
“Owie, owie, Daddy, I’m sorry!” I cry after a particularly hard swat from his large hand catches not just the lower curve of my bottom, but the lips of my soaked pussy as well. Pain and pleasure mix inside me, knocking me even more off balance than the spanking itself has managed to.
“Oh, that got a response,” Mommy says with a low, wicked laugh. “Let’s see if we can do it again.”
Now it’s her hand swatting me, the tips of her fingers angling to land firmly on my bare lips. The pain is sharp, shocking, but there’s also pleasure there, and my brain can’t seem to separate one from the other.
Daddy spanks me again and I rock forward, desperate to escape this excruciating punishment. But the movement only serves to grind my clit against their thighs, pulling a low, needy whine from deep inside me.
“Mommy… Daddy… please.” Another spank, another flash of pleasure as I ride their thighs, shading my release.
“Do you see our naughty baby, Daddy?” Mommy asks, and humiliation floods my entire body at her condescending tone. “I think she’s trying to make herself come.”
“I think you’re right, Mommy.” His hand lands hard on the most sensitive part of my ass, propelling me forward again with a loud cry. “What a naughty, dirty Little girl she is. Good girls don’t get off on being punished.”
More humiliation, more pain, more pleasure. All swirling inside me, drowning me with every word, every swat.
“I’m sorry!” I cry, even as I grind against them again, seeking some kind of relief from the maelstrom of sensation flooding my body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, I’ll be good forever and ever!”
Mommy chuckles. “You can’t even be good while you’re getting your bottom spanked, naughty girl.”
A sob rises up in my chest, choking me as the swats continue to fall without ceasing. With every painful spank, the pressure low in my belly grows heavier and heavier.
Until it shatters without warning, and my bones turn molten as pleasure floods my body. Stars explode behind my eyes, and my scream echoes around the playroom as I writhe between them, trapped and helpless against the pain and pleasure they’re forcing on me.
I’m only vaguely aware that the spanking has stopped, that their hands, which were delivering such wicked, delicious punishment, are now stroking my inflamed skin as I collapse between them with a sob.
“Our naughty, naughty girl,” Mommy croons. “Didn’t we tell you this was supposed to be a family affair?”