Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Alexis
Tucked into my crib later that night, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to piece together how exactly I got to this strange place. I’m certainly not the first person to swindle rich old men out of their money, but the universe seems intent on punishing me for it.
Or at least, Catharina does. Though I’m not really sure there’s much of a difference between karmic justice and her will, when it comes down to it.
What else does she have planned for me? I can’t really imagine anything worse than spankings and soap and pissing myself in front of other people—fuck my life, that was so freaking humiliating—but then again, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine those things either before she got her hands on me.
So if this is just what she’s started with, then surely she has worse things up her sleeve, right? Or is she starting with the worst of it, so I don’t fight as hard on the rest?
Either option seems plausible, and I’m not waiting around to find out which one it is. There has to be some way off this island.
I could sneak back onto the plane. But then I’d have to figure out when someone would be using it, and hope they’re flying to the states. It’s pointless to escape the island if I just end up stuck somewhere else with no money and no passport.
What about food? Sure they probably grow some here on the island, but it’s not large enough to sustain the population here, I don’t think.
Not with the variety of foods I’ve already experienced.
Just for the cookies alone, they’d need a sugar farm, access to cocoa beans, wheat for flour, vanilla beans.
Not to mention mills and such to process those things.
So it stands to reason they’re getting food from somewhere.
But where?
The need to know is like an itch under my skin. Everything in me wants to climb out of my crib and sneak out of this house to find the answers and get back home.
If I do that, though, there’s zero chance I’ll actually be able to escape.
Even if there is a ship or something bringing them food, there’s no guarantee it’s here right now.
And even if it is, I’d still have to get out of my crib, out of the house, and find the docks in the dark.
It’s much more likely I’ll be caught by Catharina before I’m able to even get out of the house, which will only earn me another trip over her knee—at the very least.
No. Better to play along for now, observe and take note. Map out the island to the best of my ability.
And when the time is right… Run.
Catharina
“Rise and shine, my sleepy little girl.”
In her crib, Alexis whimpers and rolls onto her tummy, pulling the blanket up over her head. “Go ‘way.”
Adorable. My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of her, flushed and rumpled with sleep, her fiery hair a frizzy halo around her head. I really should have Gavin send off for a silk pillowcase to protect her curls. For now, I have a very busy day planned for my sleepy Little girl.
“Time to get out of bed, little one.” I keep my voice light and cajoling, in the hopes she’ll obey on her own.
No such luck.
Pulling the covers even more tightly over her head, she lets out a sound that almost sounds like a growl. “I said go away.”
The bite in her tone has me raising a brow, even though she can’t see it. She can, however, hear me just fine, so I infuse my next words with enough steel to remind her exactly who I am. “Alexis Paige. Is that how you speak to your Mommy?”
“It’s how I speak to people who don’t let me fucking sleep.”
So much for starting our day with snuggles and kisses. Spankings and soap it is.
Turning on my heel, I stride to the nursery door and stick my head out into the hallway where Gavin is waiting. His lips twist up in wry amusement when he spots me. “She being stubborn?”
“Incredibly. And she swore at me.”
Wincing, Gavin shakes his head. “Poor thing. Gonna be a rough wake-up call for her.”
“Indeed. I’m going to get her out of her crib. Will you make up her enema for me, please? Oh, and with plenty of soap.” I let my lips curve as Gavin winces again. “Since washing her mouth out hasn’t curbed her swearing habit, perhaps soap in her bottom will help her remember her manners.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
Trusting he’ll do as I’ve asked, I leave him to his task and return to the crib, where my babygirl is still huddled beneath her blanket, oblivious to exactly how much trouble she’s landed herself in.
As much as I’d been looking forward to snuggling my sweet girl this morning, there is a not insubstantial part of me that is thrilled by this turn. I love sweet and cuddly babygirls, but my heart belongs to the brats. The ones who refuse to bend until you force them to break.
And my Little girl is turning out to be quite unbendable, indeed.
Reaching for the latches on her crib, I lower the side railing and lock it into place. Alexis doesn’t even flinch at the sound, which means she’s either doing a very good job of ignoring me, or she’s fallen back to sleep.
Whichever it is, she’s in for a very rude wake-up call.
In one fluid movement, I strip the blanket from her, exposing her diaper-covered bottom. The frilly nightgown I put her to bed in is hiked up to her waist, giving me all the access I need as I take hold of her diaper and wedgie it up between her bottom cheeks.
At the first swat of my hand against her exposed bottom, my Little girl comes alive, wriggling and thrashing and crying out as my handprint blooms on her pale skin.
“Ow! What the—” Twisting around, she stares up at me, her eyes going round as the sleep clears from her eyes and understanding fills her gaze. “Mommy,” she whispers, the single word a prayer of both reverence and fear.
Exactly as it should be.
“Oh, so you do remember who I am.” Still gripping her diaper, I swat her bottom again, earning me another of those outraged howls. “I assumed you’d forgotten since you not only defied me, but swore at me in the process.”
Horror fills the crystal-green of her eyes. “I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean it!”
“It’s a bit late for apologies now, little imp. You were very, very naughty this morning.”
I bring my hand down on her bottom again and again, watching with fascinated delight as the skin turns pink beneath my palm. All the while, Alexis thrashes and cries out, pleading desperately for me to stop.
“Mommy, please! I’ll be good, Mommy, I promise!”
Little girls, in my experience, are always willing to promise the world when they’re in the middle of getting their bottoms spanked. Those promises are very rarely remembered once the sting of a spanking wears off, but for now, I’m willing to let my Little one think she’s won.
After all, the spanking is only the beginning of her punishment.
With two final swats right to her sit-spots, I end her spanking and run my hand over the heated flesh as she whimpers and sniffles in her crib. “Are you ready to be Mommy’s sweet girl now, Alexis Paige?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” A noise from the doorway draws my attention to Gavin and I smile. “We have a big day ahead of us, and we need to get started.”
Big, watery eyes stare up at me, and once again my heart trips in my chest. “What are we doing today?”
“Up on the changing table, and then we can talk all about it.”
Her nose wrinkles, scrunching the scattering of freckles together in the most adorable fashion.
But she doesn’t argue, likely since her bottom is still burning from the punishment she just received.
She lets me help her out of bed and up onto the table with minimal fuss, and I strap her in place so she doesn’t wriggle around and hurt herself.
“Now will you tell me what we’re doing today?”
There’s just a hint of attitude in her tone, enough to tell me her reaction to her spanking was exaggerated for my benefit. No matter, soon she won’t have to exaggerate anything. By the time I’m through with my naughty Little girl, she will be even more sorry than she could ever imagine.
Alexis
Judging by the way Catharina’s brow raises in response to my question, she isn’t pleased with my behavior.
Well, too bad. I’m not pleased with being woken up at the ass-crack of dawn with a spanking and a thick hunk of cotton wedged up my ass.
Reaching for the tabs of my diaper, she strips the thick cotton from me, and heat infuses my skin as all my most private parts are exposed to the world. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic since Catharina is the only person here, and she’s already seen all those naughty bits.
But still.
My embarrassment is only beginning, however, because a moment later Gavin strides into the room, holding a clear bag full of what appears to be water. There’s a long hose attached to the bag as well, and my mind races as I try to place what it could possibly be.
“Thank you, Gavin. If you could hold my Little one’s feet for me, I’ll get her prepped.”
“Prepped for what?” I ask as Gavin grips both of my ankles in his large hand and hauls my feet up toward the ceiling.
“For your appointment with Doctor D, of course.” Something cold and wet splashes against my bottom hole, and then Catharina’s finger is pushing inside me, past the tight ring of muscle at my entrance, filling me with a burning stretch that brings tears to my eyes.
“Mommy, no! I don’t want anything in my bottom!” The whining distress in my tone is only partly for show. After my punishment yesterday, I’m still sore enough that even just her finger makes my hole ache.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter, little one. It’s Mommy’s job to make sure you’re properly cared for, and that means taking you to the doctor regularly.” Pushing her finger even deeper inside me, she rotates it around, like she’s trying to feel every inch of my rectum.
I do not like this. Not one little bit.
“What does that have to do with you shoving a finger in my ass?” I snap, with far more attitude than is wise, and I immediately regret my response even before she glares down at me with those dark, cold eyes.
“Alexis Paige, you are testing the limits of Mommy’s patience this morning.”
To my relief, she pulls her finger free, and I let out my first easy breath of the morning. But that relief is rather short-lived, as a moment later something else entirely pushes its way into my tight hole.
“I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry! Please take it out!”
“No, Alexis. Getting ready for your exam with Doctor D includes cleaning this little bottom out as thoroughly as possible. It has nothing to do with how naughty you were this morning.”
Sniffling against the real genuine tears filling my eyes, I look up at her. “It doesn’t?”
“No, little one. This is just a standard part of your care.” A smile curves her lips, but there isn’t an ounce of warmth in it, and a shiver physically wracks my body in response.
“The soap I had Gavin add to the mixture, however, has everything to do with how you behaved when Mommy tried to wake you up.”
“Wh-what does the soap do?”
“It hurts,” she replies simply. “The cramps from an enema are rather intense, and the soap makes it even worse. And since washing your mouth out hasn’t made much of an impression on your language, this seemed like the next logical step.”
Fuck.
“Please, Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be naughty, I was barely even awake!”
“That is no excuse, Alexis Paige. No matter what state of consciousness you are in, you are always Mommy’s Little girl. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you.”
Before I can argue or plead any further, there’s a soft clicking sound and a moment later my bowels fill with water. At first, it’s not too bad, and I’m pretty sure Mommy was exaggerating how painful this would be.
I should have known better.
When the cramps start, I’m hit with wave after wave of pain that nothing, not even Mommy’s hairbrush, could have prepared me for. Yanking against the restraints holding me to the table, I cry out as the pain stabs at me, tears filling my eyes, and a choking sob rises in my chest.
“Owie, owie, Mommy, please! Make it stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never be naughty again!”
Whenever I’ve made those promises before, all I wanted was for the punishment to end. But in this moment, I really mean it. If it means stopping the pure agony twisting my stomach into these horrific knots, I am willing to be the best, most well-behaved Little girl this island has ever seen.
And it isn’t long before I realize that the cramps aren’t just cramps. I have to use the bathroom. Like right now.
“Mommy, please,” I whisper, my voice tight with agony. “I can’t hold it. I’m gonna die.”
“You aren’t going to die, little one.” Her tone is surprisingly gentle as she gives my thigh a soft pat. “I know it hurts, but you’ll feel so much better when it’s all done.”
“I won’t feel better if I’m dead.”
“Gavin, take over here for me, please.”
There’s some shuffling as she and Gavin switch places, but then she’s standing right beside me, her soft hand brushing my hair from my sweat-and-tear-soaked face. “Look at me, Alexis. Look at me, and listen to what I’m about to tell you.”
It takes every ounce of strength I have, but I manage to lift my gaze to hers. “Y-yes, Mommy?”
Her lips curve again, but this time it’s warm, almost… comforting. “That’s right, baby. I’m your Mommy. Which means that I will never, ever let anything truly bad happen to you. I will protect you from harm with my very dying breath. Do you believe me, little imp?”
Nobody is more shocked than me to realize the truth.
“Yes, Mommy. I believe you.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, let’s get you to the potty so we can get you all cleaned out and cleaned up for Doctor D.”