Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Alexis
My heart feels like it might pound out of my chest as Catharina rises slowly to her feet, her dark eyes burning with righteous fury and… Is that excitement?
Is she enjoying this?
Why that should piss me off more than my aching ass, I don’t know, but it does. So I stand my ground, jerking my chin up, refusing to be cowed by her as she approaches.
“Apparently my brush didn’t make the impression I’d hoped.” A small, cruel smile curves her ruby lips. “More’s the pity for you, naughty girl.”
Before I can blink, her hand snakes out, gripping my ear. With a sharp, painful twist, she nearly sends me to my knees. Fresh tears fill my eyes as I stare up at her, my stomach sinking as the realization of how badly I’ve miscalculated sets in.
Still holding my ear tight, Catharina leads me to a surprisingly spacious bathroom, locking the door behind us before she releases me. I spin around, twisting and yanking at the knob, but whatever mechanism she used to lock it stays firmly in place no matter how I twist or how hard I pull.
“Let’s see… Ah, yes.” While I fight with the door, she calmly opens a cabinet, pulling down a small wrapped bar of soap and a toothbrush. “Leave it to your Uncle Max to keep the plane stocked with everything one might need to teach a naughty girl a lesson.”
“I don’t have an Uncle Max. What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“Of course you do, silly girl. Just because you haven’t met him yet doesn’t mean he isn’t real.” Shaking her head as if I’m somehow the ridiculous one in all this, she flips the faucet on and unwraps the soap, running the white bar beneath the water until it turns slick in her hands.
All the while, I continue my frantic escape attempts, searching the doorknob for the mystery lock, banging and screaming for help. There are other people on this plane, surely someone has enough of a conscience to help a woman in clear distress.
“Alexis.” My name is a whipcrack of sound, and the shock of it is enough to have me spinning around, a whimper on my lips at the sight of her glaring down at me. “Put your hands behind your back and stay still so Mommy can wash all those naughty words out of your mouth.”
Absolutely the fuck not. Slapping my hands over my mouth, I back all the way up to the door, shaking my head wildly. No, no, and just so we’re clear—Fuck no.
“You are only making this harder on yourself than it needs to be, little girl. I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t do as you’re told by the time I get there, you will be getting your bottom spanked all over again with a mouth full of soap. One.”
There has to be some way out of this. There has to be.
“Two.”
A million ideas tumble around in my brain, but I reject every one. They all rely, in some way, on my being able to overpower Catharina and she’s already proven I have no hope of doing so, even with the adrenaline currently pumping through my veins and the several hefty pounds I have on her.
“Three.” She sighs, and though it sounds disappointed at first, beneath it there’s that hint of the excitement I saw in her eyes earlier.
Setting the soapy toothbrush aside, she grips my wrists in both her hands and hauls them up over my head, pinning me to the door behind me. Her knee presses between my legs, and when she shifts her hold on my wrists to one hand, I realize with growing horror that I am completely, utterly trapped.
“Please.” I don’t have to work for the tears that fill my eyes as I stare up at her. “Please let me go. I swear I’ll never do anything even remotely illegal again.”
Catharina smiles again, and my blood turns to ice in my veins. “My sweet, na?ve Little girl. Why on earth would I let you go when I have you exactly where I want you?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know.” She all but coos the words, as if she finds my confusion and terror utterly adorable. “But you will, soon enough. Once we get to the island, you’ll see that this was all for your own good. Now, be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Just because I’m trapped and completely at her mercy doesn’t mean I have to make this easy for her. Meeting her obsidian gaze head on, I press my lips together as tightly as I can manage.
Another sigh, this one sounding more amused than anything. “Do you really think you’re the first Little girl to try and avoid getting her mouth washed out, Alexis? You can fight me all you want, but I promise you, Mommy always wins.”
Maybe she’s right. Maybe it would be better to just give in and let her do whatever she’s going to do to me so I don’t make it worse.
But the thought of surrendering, of letting her shove that soap-covered toothbrush in my mouth only stokes the fires of my rage. So I keep my lips pressed shut, glaring back at her and hoping she can read the Fuck You in my eyes as clearly as if I’d said it.
“The hard way then, I suppose.”
Fear joins with rage, and my heart is beating so fast my head spins with it. And as I stand there, trembling with that combination of fury and terror, she does the absolute last thing I expect.
She kisses me.
Catharina
My babygirl is everything I could have asked for and more. Fire and fury, with just a hint of fear that makes the rest so much more delicious.
Pressing my lips to hers, I wait. I’m a patient woman, and I’ve waited out far more stubborn foes than my naughty little Alexis Paige.
Beneath me, she struggles futilely, fighting my hold with everything she has in her. She’s stronger than I would have given her credit for, but I’m far stronger still and it takes almost no effort to keep her pinned in place.
Until, at last, she stills. I drink in her soft whimper as she sags against the door, surrendering herself to me. Her lips part and I swoop in, tasting every inch of her mouth as I claim my babygirl.
Another of those soft, needy whimpers as she returns the kiss, hungry and demanding, her lips moving on mine. I could stay here forever, lost in her sweetness, her softness.
But I promised my Little girl a lesson. And a good Mommy always keeps her promises.
Her eyes are glazed with need when I pull back, and I take advantage of her disorientation to grab the toothbrush.
Because I’m so completely focused on her, I see the flash of realization in her eyes. But she’s too late.
Without giving her time to react, I push the toothbrush into her mouth, scrubbing the soap over her tongue as she gags and coughs and sputters. Pinning her voluptuous body to the door with mine, I make sure to coat every inch of her mouth with soap before finally pulling the toothbrush free.
Now her eyes are glazed over for an entirely different reason, shiny with unshed tears as she tries to spit out the soap.
“None of that, little girl. Mommy needs to make sure we get that mouth as clean as possible before you’re allowed to rinse.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the pacifier gag I’d stashed there in anticipation of this very moment.
As Alexis coughs and sputters, I pop the rubber tip into her mouth and release my hold on her wrists just long enough to strap the gag around her head.
She whips her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the pacifier, but I manage to get it buckled in place.
With my body still pressed against hers, I grab her cheeks, holding her head in place as I stare into her wide, emerald eyes.
“You are going to wear that gag until Mommy is convinced you’ve learned your lesson.
So if you want it off any time soon, I suggest you start doing as you’re told, naughty girl. ”
Pulling back just enough to grab hold of my Little girl’s arm and turn her toward the sink, I bend her over the vanity, dragging her skirt up over her still-pink bottom.
If I thought for one second she’d stay where I put her, I’d leave her here to sulk while I retrieve my hairbrush from the main cabin.
But I have no doubt that as soon as I let her go, she will make a break for it. Luckily for me, she’s likely to be sore enough from her first spanking that it shouldn’t take long for her to break again.
With her dress gathered in one hand and pinned to the small of her back, I swat at her bottom with my other hand, savoring the sound of my palm striking my babygirl’s bare skin as she dances and squeals in place.
It’s a wonder, honestly, that my heart hasn’t leapt right out of my chest with the excitement of finally having my very own Little one to punish. As I watch her beautifully round bottom bounce with every swat, my pussy aches with the desire to fully claim her as my own.
But my family has traditions, so that will have to wait a little while longer yet. For now, I’ll have to settle for taming my bratty Little girl.
Once her bottom is a deep, rosy pink again, I pause her punishment, resting my hand on her warm skin as I meet her tear-soaked gaze in the mirror. “Are you ready to be Mommy’s good girl now, Alexis?”
At my soft question, she nods slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.
“No more naughty words? And you’ll do as you’re told?”
Another slow nod. I’m absolutely sure that once the pain from her spanking fades she’ll be back to her naughty ways. But for now, I’m willing to take her at her word.
“My sweet girl,” I murmur as I gently unbuckle the gag from her mouth. “I know this is a lot for you to take in all at once, and you are just a very Little girl. But I promise it won’t always be so hard. Here, let Mommy help you rinse all that yucky soap out of your mouth.”
Alexis hiccups quietly, tears still streaming down her face as she watches me fill a cup with water to hand to her.
She hesitates, just a moment, before taking the cup and filling her mouth with water, swishing it around before spitting it back into the sink.
I refill her cup two more times before setting it aside and reaching for one of the washcloths stacked neatly on the sink.
“You’ve made quite a mess of yourself, my naughty little imp.
” I soak the cloth with water and bring it to her face, gently wiping at the streaks of mascara on her cheeks.
“I have some makeup wipes in my purse. Once we’re in the air, Mommy will bring you back into the bathroom to get you properly cleaned up. ”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The question isn’t asked with any vitriol, but rather with a pointed curiosity that reminds me of Evander’s Little girl, Natalie. A curiosity I find rather endearing in my niece, and even more so in my own Little girl.
“That’s a very layered question, little one. I suppose the simplest answer is… because I want to.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, as if she’s annoyed by the vague answer. “But why do you want to? Why me? Is this just to punish me for pretending to be you, because if it is, I swear I’ll never do it again. You’ve made your point, Catharina.”
Irritation runs prickly fingers down my spine. “What do you call me, Alexis?”
She blinks in surprise, the corners of her lips dipping down into a frown. “You can’t be serious about that.”
“I am very serious about my Little girl using her proper manners. And part of good manners is addressing me correctly.” Gripping her chin, I force her head back, drinking in those delicious little flickers of fear that dance in the bright green of her eyes. “Now, what do you call me, Alexis?”
“M-Mommy?”
“There.” I reward her with a smile, and it doesn’t escape my notice that her eyes light up in response. Poor little thing, so desperate for approval, even from a woman she fears. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Not hard, just… weird. Why do you want me to call you Mommy?”
“I’ll explain everything, I promise. Once we’re safely in the air and I don’t have to worry about my naughty Little girl trying to escape.”