Epilogue
MIA
“Look at the mess you’ve made, little girl.”
Clucking her tongue at me, Mommy reaches over to wipe my face with a damp cloth while Daddy sips his coffee. The humiliation that still hasn’t quite faded even after a month in my new home floods my face.
“I can clean myself,” I whine, trying to grab the napkin from her hand.
Mommy swats my hand, not hard enough to sting, but hard enough for the humiliation heating my face to grow even hotter. Tears sting my eyes as I cradle my hand against my chest and sniff.
“You know better, Mia Grace,” Daddy scolds, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over the spot where Mommy rapped my knuckles. “It’s Mommy and Daddy’s job to take care of you.”
It’s an argument we’ve had multiple times over the past weeks, but it always ends the same way—with me over someone’s knee, kicking and crying while they turn my bottom red.
And I’ve learned from painful experience that Mommy has no problem spanking my bare bottom in a public bathroom or changing room or really any somewhat private space she can find.
So I don’t argue, even though I’m still embarrassed beyond all reason, and I sit as still as possible while Mommy wipes my face clean.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
That voice, cold and dripping with condescension, freezes me in place. Daddy’s hand tightens on mine while Mommy cranes her neck to look up at the intruder.
“Carl,” Daddy says, the fury he clearly feels reverberating in his voice. “What a… pleasure to see you here.”
My asshole ex smirks down at us. “I see you finally found someone to treat you like the baby you really are, Mia. I wonder, do they know how much you enjoy wearing a diaper? Are you wearing one right now? Do you piss yourself for them, Mia?”
He isn’t bothering to keep his voice down at all, and the humiliation I feel now is nothing like the sexy, fun kind my Mommy and Daddy force me to endure on a daily basis. This humiliation is sick and cold, coating my stomach and threatening to force the contents back up.
Rising from her chair, Mommy positions herself between me and Carl. When she speaks her voice is calm, but deadly in a way I’ve never heard from her before. “If you want to leave this restaurant with all your teeth intact, I suggest you turn around and go. Now.”
Carl doesn’t even flinch. If anything, his smirk only grows more smug. “You really think I’m scared of you, bitch?”
Still gripping my hand, Daddy shoves to his feet.
But he’s too late.
The sound of cartilage crunching seems to echo through the entire restaurant. Stumbling backward, Carl clutches at his face, blood covering his hands.
“You fucking bitch! I’m going to sue the fuck out of you and your asshole husband!”
“Do it,” Mommy says with that same deadly calm. “I have lawyers on standby to fucking bury you. We have texts and emails and plenty of evidence to prove the damage you did to our babygirl. And if you ever come within fifty feet of her again, I will fucking bury you in it.”
I never thought I’d ever see Carl scared of anything. But it’s fear I see now in his eyes as he backs away from our table.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” Turning, he snatches a napkin off a table and holds it to his nose as he storms out of the restaurant.
All around us, applause explodes as Mommy calmly returns to her seat and resumes the task of cleaning my face.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Daddy says, his voice rough and growly the way it gets when he’s very, very turned on.
And who could blame him? My own pussy is throbbing with need as I stare at my Mommy in wonder.
“You punched him. Right in the face.”
“Yes, I did.” Mommy’s voice is prim, and her expression is stern when she wags a finger at me. “But that’s a Mommy’s job. If I ever hear about you punching someone, we’re going to have a very long talk about keeping your hands to yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Her expression softens and she leans in to press a kiss to my cheek. “That’s my good girl. Are we ready to take our babygirl home, Daddy?”
“Fuck yes.” Pulling what is surely way too many bills from his wallet, Daddy tosses them on the table before reaching for me and hauling me up into his arms. With me settled on his hip, he reaches for Mommy, pulling her into his other side and pressing a fierce kiss to her lips.
When he releases her, Mommy’s eyes are glazed over with the same need I can hear in Daddy’s voice. “Let’s go home, so I can show both my girls how very, very proud I am of them.”
Giggling, Mommy tucks herself up under Daddy’s arm and together, we leave the restaurant.
As a family.