Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Alexis
Unsure of what Victoria means, I shrug at her question. “A plane.”
A giggle slips past her lips as she shakes her head. “No, silly. I mean like, did Auntie Cat kidnap you? Blackmail you? It was blackmail for me. I did something really naughty and Daddy threatened to send me to prison if I didn’t come to the island with him. So, how did she get you?”
For a moment, I can only stare at her as she carefully pulls the ribbons from her doll's hair and runs a small brush through the poofy curls. “Um. She tricked me, I guess is the best way to put it. Told me she was sending me on an all-expenses-paid vacation. Then I got on the plane and she was there and… now I’m here.”
“Man, that’s quite the bait and switch,” Victoria says with another giggle. “Did she spank you? Auntie Cat spanks hard. Sometimes even harder than my Daddy, but if you tell him that I will deny every word of it. I do not need him thinking he needs to be any stricter.”
This conversation is the definition of surreal, but it does help to ease the knots of jealousy in my stomach as I bob my head up and down frantically. “Yes! She spanked me, and then washed my mouth out and spanked me some more, and that was all before the plane took off!”
“Did she use her brush? I hate that brush.”
“She did. It’s the worst.” Well, I don’t really know it’s the worst since I’ve never been spanked with anything else, but judging by the way Victoria nods in response, I’m not too far off.
“It really is. Or at least, it’s pretty close. Daddy’s used his belt on me a few times and that’s really the worst so I do everything I can to avoid that.”
“A belt? Really? That sounds awful.” And yet, despite having just been pleasured, my pussy throbs at the prospect of being bent over and whipped with Mommy’s belt. Does she even wear belts?
My body doesn’t seem to care about the logistics, just the fantasy, leaving me to wonder what’s wrong with me while Victoria chatters away about life on the island.
The more she talks, the more the knots in my stomach unravel.
She is really nice, it turns out, and it’s not her fault I’m not as pretty as she is, or that I’m too big for my Mommy to pick me up and hold her the way she does Victoria.
We’re deep in our game when Catharina calls for us. “Girls, Gavin brought lemon bars and milk if you want some.”
“Yay!” Abandoning her doll entirely, Victoria jumps to her feet and races over to the whimsical little serving cart that’s been arranged in front of one of the couches. I watch as Uncle Max lifts her onto his lap and holds up a lemon bar for her to nibble on.
“Alexis? Don’t you want a treat, little imp?”
I don’t, at least not a yucky lemon bar. But I also don’t want to tell her that and risk upsetting her, so I nod and force myself to my feet and drag my way over to the couch.
“There’s my sweet Little girl.”
Her purring praise helps to ease the heaviness in my chest as she pulls me onto her lap. I’m still not convinced I’m not too heavy for her, but the last thing I want to do is cause a scene in front of our supposed family, so I let my weight rest on her leg.
Either she really is stronger than she looks, or she’s doing a very good job of hiding how much I’m hurting her. Either way, she doesn’t make a sound as I settle on her lap, but only reaches across me to pluck a lemon bar from the tray and hold it to my lips.
Again not wanting to make a scene or give her any reason to be disappointed in me, I open my mouth and let her slip the gooey treat past my lips.
And I immediately gag as the tart, bitter taste of lemon explodes over my tongue.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Worry coats Catharina’s tone. “Are you choking?”
I shake my head, trying to wave off her concern. But tears have begun running down my cheeks and I can’t force myself to swallow the gross pastry still sitting in my mouth.
Grabbing a napkin from the cart, she holds it up in front of me. “Spit it out, Alexis.”
Equal parts grateful and mortified, I spit the chewed-up bit of lemon bar out onto the napkin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad!”
“Shh, come here, little one.” Wrapping her arms around me, Catharina cuddles me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Mommy’s right here, baby. Nobody is mad at you.”
As I sit there, cradled in her arms, embarrassment starts to creep in.
Why couldn't I just eat the stupid lemon bar? It wasn’t even that bad, I just had to be dramatic, like always.
My actual mom was always telling me I overreacted to things and made them so much worse than they really wore, and not for the first time in my life, I find myself thinking she was right.
“There now.” Nudging me to sit up more fully, Catharina wipes my face with the clean napkin Uncle Max just handed her. “Tell Mommy what happened, little imp.”
“I don’t know.” The lie tastes just as bitter as the stupid lemon bar.
“Was there something wrong with your lemon bar? I swear, if Gavin pulled one of his pranks—”
The thought of someone else getting in trouble on my account nearly makes me sick to my stomach and I rush to tell her the truth. “No! There’s nothing wrong with them. I just… I don’t like lemon.”
For a moment, Catharina only blinks at me. “You don’t like lemon? At all?”
“No. I don’t even like it in my tea. It’s gross.”
“Well why on earth didn’t you tell me that?”
“I didn’t want to upset you.”
The moment the words leave my lips, I can tell I grossly miscalculated.
Her expression hardens, and her eyes glint with a determination that has my bottom clenching.
“Mommy will never be angry with you for being honest about what you like and don’t like.
But lies, even little ones meant to spare my feelings, will always end with a sore bottom for you.
Am I making myself absolutely clear right now, Alexis Paige? ”
If I’d thought I was embarrassed before, it’s nothing compared to the humiliation that floods my body as she scolds me in front of Uncle Max and Victoria. I actually feel like a Little girl, a child being taken to task by her Mommy while her friend watches on in uncomfortable fascination.
“Yes, Mommy,” I manage to whisper despite the tightness in my throat. “I’m sorry, I was just… trying to be polite.”
Everything about Catharina softens with a sigh. “I know, baby. And I appreciate that. But I expect nothing but honesty from my Little girl going forward. All right?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get Gavin back in here and see what other treats he has that you might enjoy.”
Catharina
With the lemon bar debacle behind us, my sweet Alexis seems much more herself as she munches on the brownie Gavin scavenged from the kitchen just for her. Every satisfied little hum from my babygirl fills my chest with joy, until it feels like I might actually float away, I'm so happy.
But as Maxwell and I feed our Little ones, I notice Alexis can’t seem to sit still. Every few seconds, she squirms on my lap, and it isn’t until she presses her legs together that I realize what the problem is.
“Alexis, do you need to potty?”
Red blooms on her cheeks. With her fair complexion, the color is stark and bright and so freaking adorable I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at how cute my Little girl is.
“Yes, Mommy,” she whispers, and again I have to keep myself from chuckling at her obvious embarrassment.
“All right. Use your diaper and then Mommy will change you.”
Every bit of color drains from her cheeks. “I can’t do that!”
“You can, and you will, little girl.” Despite how cute I find her, I force myself to stay stern and unyielding on this point.
“No! I'm not going to and you can’t make me!”
Before I can react, Victoria leans forward to pat Alexis’s arm. “It’s okay, Lexie. I use mine all the time. It was really hard at first, but you get used to it.”
Lexie. What a cute nickname for my adorable Little girl.
On my lap, Alexis stares at Victoria, her mouth hanging open in surprise. “You really pee in your diaper?”
“Uh huh. And, um, other things,” Victoria adds, her face flaming nearly as red as my Little girl’s now. “It’s kinda nice, actually, knowing you have someone to take care of you like that.”
Nibbling at her bottom lip, Alexis lifts her gaze to mine. “You really want me to use my diaper like Victoria?”
“Nothing would make me happier, little imp.” Well, there is one thing, but I’m trying to not overwhelm my poor babygirl.
There are already so many big changes for her to get used to, and as much as I long to nurse my very own Little one, I want to give her a little more time to get settled in.
When I do nurse for the first time, I want it to be exactly the right moment.
Sensing my Little girl needs a moment to come to terms with this new information, I stay silent, waiting her out. And then, after several long minutes, she finally nods her head slowly.
“Okay, Mommy. I’ll use my diaper for you.”
For you. Two little words, and yet they fill me with an unimaginable joy. Knowing she’s doing this, not because she wants to or because she’s afraid of the consequences, but because she wants to please me is all I could have asked for.
Again, there is a part of me thinking that this is all too easy. None of the others were able to gain their Little girls' compliance so quickly.
But that’s a bridge to be crossed if and when we ever come to it. Right now, I have a Little girl who desperately needs to empty her bladder. Shifting her on my lap, I press on her abdomen, gently rolling the full organ beneath my hands.
“Daddy, um, I need to potty, too.”
I glance over at Victoria, who blushes but winks in my direction, letting me know that it isn’t a coincidence that she suddenly “needs” to use her diaper.
Thank you, my sweet little niece.
Cradling Alexis close to me, I push harder on her abdomen. With a soft whine, she presses her face into my neck, and my heart constricts at the knowledge that she’s seeking comfort in me already.
“Shhh, little imp. Just close your eyes and relax your muscles. Mommy will help your body do the rest.”
I can’t see her face to tell if she’s closing her eyes, but I can feel her relax at least a little bit in my arms as I press harder on her bladder.
A moment later, the gentle sound of liquid filling the cotton of a diaper meets my ears, but I realize with a stab of disappointment it’s not coming from my own Little girl. Still, maybe I can use it to help encourage Alexis.
“Do you hear that, baby? Victoria is using her diaper. If she can do it, I know you can, too. My good little imp.”
“I’m trying,” Alexis whines, shifting again on my lap. “It’s hard.”
“I know, baby. But it would make Mommy so happy if you could use your diaper like Tori.”
As I whisper what I hope are encouraging words, I press harder on her bladder, rubbing the organ in small circles until, at last, Alexis gasps. The sound of my Little girl filling her own diaper is music so sweet it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
“My good, brave girl,” I murmur, pulling away just enough to shower her sweet round face with kisses. “Mommy is so proud of you.”
“Really?” Pure joy lights up my Little girl’s emerald eyes. “You’re… proud of me?”
“Of course, little imp. You did what Mommy asked of you and nothing could make me prouder than that.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said they were proud of me before.”
Now tears do actually blur my vision, but before she can see them, I pull Alexis close to me again, meeting Maxwell’s gaze over our Little ones’ heads.
In his eyes, I see my own emotions reflected back at me.
Anger at whoever hurt this sweet girl, and relief that she won’t ever have to deal with them again.