Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Catharina
“No, Mommy!”
Throwing her hands behind her, as if that’s enough to prevent the punishment she has coming, Alexis backs up into the long bench in the middle of the closet.
She makes such an adorable picture, her eyes wide and cheeks flush with fear as she stares up at me, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.
As cute as she may be, however, she has still earned a good hard spanking over her Mommy’s knee. Little girls cannot be allowed to get away with rude behavior even once or they’ll start pushing those boundaries more and more.
Gripping her arm, I guide her out of the closet and into the bathroom. My naughty Little girl immediately slaps a hand over her mouth, shaking her head.
“No soap, please, I’m sorry, Mommy!”
Her words are muffled by her hand, but the meaning is clear enough. “Don’t worry, little imp. I wouldn't risk your health by washing your mouth out twice in one day. Mommy has a very different punishment in mind to help you remember your manners.”
“But I said I was sorry!” she wails as I grab her hairbrush from the bathroom vanity.
It’s identical to the one I keep in my purse, but where my purse brush is for any naughty Little girl in need of a spanking, this brush will only ever be used on my Little girl.
It even has her name engraved on it, though I doubt she would appreciate the sentimentality of such a gesture at the moment.
Hairbrush in hand, I lead her back out to the nursery and to the chair I had specially made for this exact purpose.
Not only is it sturdy enough to hold both of us, no matter how much my Little girl fights and wiggles, there are special compartments beneath the seat that hold everything I could need to teach my naughty girl a lesson.
Taking my seat on the chair, I give Alexis’s hand a hard tug. A move she was obviously anticipating, as she digs her heels into the floor, refusing to budge. Her adorable heart-shaped face scrunches up in a mutinous expression and she shakes her head. “No! I don't want a spanking!”
Does she realize, I wonder, that she’s becoming a Little girl right before my eyes whether she means to or not? Everything about her, from her facial expressions to her voice to her word choices are becoming more and more Little every second she is in my care.
That knowledge has my heart twisting in my chest. But now is not the time to indulge my own emotions, not when I have a very naughty girl in need of a good hard spanking.
“Alexis Paige, unless you want to spend every morning for the next week getting your bottom paddled with Mommy’s hairbrush, you will stop fighting me. ”
Her eyes widen at the threat, but she doesn’t immediately throw herself over my lap. Shifting from foot to foot, she looks from me to the hairbrush in my hand and back again. “What if I promise to be the best Little girl in the whole world and never do anything naughty ever again?”
I can’t help but laugh at how sincere she sounds. “If I had a dime for every time I heard that, I would be the richest woman in the world, not just the third. I’m going to count to three, and if you are not over my lap by then, it’s a week of spanking-wake-up calls for you, Alexis Paige. One.”
With a shocked squeak, she practically dives over my lap. The weight of her is comforting, and I give myself a moment to think about what an adorable handful my babygirl is as I pat her diaper-covered bottom. “Good girl. Thank you for listening, little imp.”
“Not like you gave me a choice,” she grumbles.
“You always have a choice, Alexis. You can choose between obedience or punishment.”
“That isn’t a choice!”
“Of course it is,” I say with a chuckle. “Not liking the options doesn’t make it any less of a choice.”
She huffs loudly, and it’s all I can do not to burst out laughing at her petulance. Gripping the hem of her dress, I lift it up over her bottom.
And what a beautifully lush bottom it is. Even wrapped in a diaper, it’s obvious how round and full her curves are. I cannot wait to fully sink into them, to indulge myself in every inch of her softness.
For now, however, I have a spanking to deliver.
Setting aside my own desires for the moment, I unfasten her diaper and fold it down, baring her bottom to my gaze.
There are no lingering marks from her earlier punishment, and I find myself disappointed not to see the evidence of my discipline on my babygirl’s skin.
Lucky for me, then, that she’s given me another reason to punish her so soon.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold on tightly as I tap the brush against her exposed bottom. “The next time you want to get an attitude or swear at Mommy, I want you to remember this spanking.”
Without giving her time to protest, I snap the hard wood against her bottom, allowing myself a moment to relish the bright-pink square that blossoms on her skin. Alexis lets out a long howl of pain, her feet kicking as I follow up that first swat with a second to the opposite cheek.
“Ow, ow, Mommy I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
She isn’t, at least not yet. What she is, I know from experience, is sorry she got caught being naughty. Sorry she’s being punished. Sorry she has a Mommy who isn’t willing to simply let her naughtiness slide with a few stern words and a warning to do better.
What she isn’t, yet, is anywhere near repentant. But that will come soon enough.
I’m not immune to her cries, however. Each one rings in my ears, sending little jolts of excitement coursing through my veins. There is no music sweeter than that of my naughty Little girl getting a punishment she richly deserves.
Her kicking becomes more frantic, her struggles more desperate, so I pause just long enough to shift her over my left knee.
Locking my right leg over both of hers, I pin her firmly in place and resume spanking.
Her entire bottom is a bright, angry pink, verging on red, and it is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Mommy!” My name comes out as a long, plaintive wail, and I know my Little girl is close to breaking.
With her locked firmly over my knee, I shift my attention to her sit spots, that extra sensitive area where bottom and thighs meet, where I know her diaper will rub against the lingering soreness long enough for her to hopefully remember her manners when our family arrives.
At this new attack, her struggles grow even more frenzied, but I only tighten my hold on her as I paddle her bottom to a nice, glowing red.
By the time I’m finished, she is panting for breath, sniffling and whimpering but not quite sobbing.
She is exactly where I want her as I let the brush fall to the floor and run my hand over her heated flesh.
“Are you ready to be my good girl, Alexis?” I ask softly, stroking her well-punished bottom as I question her.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she chokes out.
“Good.” Reaching below the seat, I pull out a drawer that has everything I need to ensure my naughty girl remembers this punishment for a long, long time.
Alexis
My bottom aches. Even more than it did on the plane, though I would have thought that to be impossible given how hard she’d spanked me then.
What seems even more impossible, however, is how badly I want her to hold me. After my spanking on the plane, she immediately pulled me up onto her lap so she could snuggle me, and I find myself missing that closeness. That… intimacy.
Why, I’m not sure, but the longing is an ache in my chest. And I’m not sure exactly what that says about me.
“Mommy is very disappointed in your behavior today, Alexis Paige.”
The word “disappointed” lands like a rock in my gut.
I shouldn’t care what this woman who tricked me and all but kidnapped me has to say about my behavior.
But somehow I do. Perhaps I’m more of a people pleaser than I ever realized, but the thought of disappointing her makes me want to cry even more than the lingering pain from my spanking.
“I’m sorry, Mommy.” I try to put as much of the remorse I’m feeling into my voice, even adding a little tremor that will hopefully win me some points.
“I know you are, little imp.” Her voice drops to a low, soothing tone that immediately unties the knots in my stomach. “But Mommy can’t allow you to speak to me that way. So this needs to be a lesson that sticks.”
“Please don’t spank me again, Mommy!” This time, I don’t have to put any kind of extra effort into sounding pitiful. “I promise I won’t ever cuss at you again!”
“Mommy isn’t going to spank you any more, baby.”
“You aren’t?”
“No. Naughtiness of this magnitude requires an extra-special punishment.”
Horror fills me, pressing against my lungs until I can barely draw in air as she spreads my bottom cheeks with one hand, exposing my most forbidden parts to her gaze. A moment later, something cool and wet splashes against my bottom hole, right before her finger presses against my entrance.
“The next time you are tempted to be anything less than a polite, respectful Little girl, I want you to remember that Mommy has absolutely no qualms about punishing your bottom inside and out.”
I clench my bottom cheeks, doing everything I can to keep her from breaching that place nobody has ever touched before. “Mommy, no!”
But my efforts are in vain. Her finger pushes deep inside me with a burning pain that has me choking back fresh tears.
“The more you fight me, the more this will hurt, Alexis.” Her chest vibrates with a low, wicked laugh that sends a shiver of dread straight up my spine.
“Which is absolutely fine by me. I do so enjoy hurting pretty little girls like yourself. But for your own sake, you should at least try to cooperate.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to focus on relaxing my muscles. On letting her in, even though every survival instinct I have is screaming at me to keep her out at all costs. Bit by bit, I’m able to unclench my ass so that her finger moves more easily in and out of my virgin hole.