Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alexis
It’s been a month, perhaps even longer since our trip to the farm and so far my plan to be the best-behaved Little girl on the island is experiencing… mixed results at best.
For instance, the first day Mommy tried to send me to school I threw such a tantrum I got my first taste of the thick belt Mommy keeps in her closet. I ended up going to school with so many welts on my bottom I could barely stand to wear my diaper.
There have been a few days I’ve managed to make it the whole entire day without being punished, but I’ve come to realize it’s actually a lot harder than it sounds to be good all the time.
Especially here on the island, and especially with my strict Mommy.
Sometimes I wish Mommy was more like Uncle Evan, though from what Nelly says he’s been putting his foot down more, mostly when she does stuff that could get her hurt.
She is not very happy about this change.
But I secretly am, and not just because it means I’m not the only one getting spanked all the time.
Sometimes I really do worry Nelly might do something truly dangerous, and it’s a relief to know that her Daddy is taking her safety seriously.
Even if she still does get away with being way naughtier than the rest of us.
Between Nelly and Juju, it’s easy to not be the naughtiest Little girl on the island.
Even Millie seems to enjoy being in trouble more often than not.
But Tori and Izzy are so sweet and polite it makes my teeth ache.
And the monster that lives inside my chest always seems the most active when Tori is around, especially when she goes to my Mommy for snuggles instead of her own Daddy.
Then there was the day Mommy took us all out to get our nails done. A girls’ day, she said, and I put on a brave smile because she seemed so happy about taking all of “her girls” out to do something special. But my determination to be good only lasted about an hour.
I still don’t know exactly what happened.
All I know is that Tori was asking Mommy what color she should get on her nails, like she really was just a baby who couldn’t make her own decisions.
And the next thing I knew, I was snapping at Mommy and rolling my eyes until she finally pulled me right up out of the pedicure chair to spank my bare bottom in front of the whole salon.
It wasn’t all bad, though. After my spanking, Mommy cuddled me until I stopped crying and she paid extra attention to me the rest of the day.
Not for the first time, I find myself wondering if maybe I’m going about this the wrong way. Maybe being good isn’t the answer. Maybe just being naughty all the time so Mommy has no choice but to pay attention to me is how I win the battle against the thing that lives in my chest.
“What are you thinking so hard about, little imp?”
The question jolts me out of my contemplation and back to the present, where Mommy is trying to feed me a bite of pancakes smothered in real maple syrup.
Guilt stabs at my chest as I force a smile for her.
Here I am, with the most gorgeous woman in the world feeding me by hand, and all I can think about is how to get more of her attention instead of being happy with what’s right in front of me.
“Nothing, Mommy.” I open my mouth so she can push the soggy pancakes between my lips, hoping it covers my lie.
No such luck.
Setting the fork aside, she studies me with those dark eyes that always seem to see too much. “Are you worried about going to see Solene today?”
It’s a decent enough cover, considering I have been stressing a lot about our upcoming shopping trip. “Maybe a little.”
Sympathy warms Mommy’s eyes. “I know it’s uncomfortable for you, baby.
But Solene has lots of brand-new dresses just for you, and anything you find in the store that you like can be made to your measurements.
And I think once you actually meet Solene, you’ll see she’s just a Little girl like yourself. ”
Except she’s not. She’s brilliant and she spent her entire adult life surrounded by supermodels. I’m still not convinced she won’t take one look at me and laugh me right out of her store.
But Mommy wants to take me shopping, and there is pretty much nothing I wouldn’t do to make Mommy happy. So I force a smile and nod. “Okay, Mommy.”
“That’s my good girl. Are you all done with your breakfast or do you want some more?”
Leaning back in my chair, I pat my tummy, trying to not think about how round it looks in the onesie she put me in for bed last night. “All done.”
“Then let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. Your Uncle Max and Victoria are meeting us at the boutique in about an hour.”
That ugly, twisting jealousy is back, making it difficult to keep my breakfast where it belongs? “What? Why?”
A frown tugs at Mommy’s lips. “What’s this attitude, little girl?”
“I don’t have an attitude. I just wanna know why they’re coming.”
“Because they’re our family and I invited them.” Her eyes narrow slightly and I have to fight the urge to squirm in my chair. “Do you not want them to come? I thought it would be a fun surprise.”
“It is. I just… I thought maybe it could just be a Mommy and Lexie day.”
The worry clears from her expression, her smile lighting up her face as she leans in to brush a kiss over my lips. “We don’t get a whole lot of time for just the two of us, do we, little imp?”
“No, Mommy.”
“Tell you what…” Excitement sparkles in her eyes. “When we get home, why don’t you and I sit down and pick out somewhere to visit? Anywhere in the world you want to go.”
“Really?” All of the yucky feelings in my tummy disappear all at once. “We can really go anywhere?”
“Yes, baby, anywhere you want. You’ve been such a good girl these past few weeks and I think a vacation would be good for both of us.
” She sets her face into a stern expression, but the effect is ruined somewhat by the twitching of her lips.
“But that means you have to be a very good girl and share all your toys with Victoria and not argue when Mommy says it’s time for a nap. Understood?”
Considering it’s not my toys I have a problem sharing, that shouldn’t be a problem. “Yes, Mommy!”
“Good girl. Now, what dress do you want to wear today?”
Lexie
Wearing my favorite dress, the one with all the cherries on it, I stand just outside Solene’s boutique, shifting nervously from foot to foot while we wait on Uncle Max and Tori.
A sleek black car nearly identical to ours pulls up to the curb and before it’s even fully parked the back door flies open and Tori tumbles out.
“Auntie Cat! Lexie!”
But before she can make a run for us, Uncle Max steps out of the car, his expression thunderous. “Victoria Rose! How many times have I warned you about waiting for Oliver to open the door?”
Spinning around, eyes wide, Victoria shoves her hands behind her and backs away from her furious Daddy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just got so excited!”
Apparently unmoved by her apologies, Uncle Max scoops her up and strides over to a bench where he sits and flips her easily over his lap.
“When we get home, you are getting another spanking with Daddy’s belt until I am absolutely certain this is the last time we will need to have this conversation. ”
Transfixed, I watch as he pulls her diaper off, leaving her completely bare from the waist down as he peppers her bottom with heavy swats.
My pussy throbs at the sight of her pinkening skin, followed by a twist of guilt in my tummy.
Does it make me a bad person to enjoy seeing my friend howling in pain while her Daddy spanks her bottom to a hot, bright red?
“I’m starting to wish I’d brought one of my cocks with us,” Mommy murmurs in my ear, her hands sliding around my stomach to cup my breasts.
“I want nothing more than to bend you over right here and fuck that sweet little pussy while your Uncle Max teaches his naughty girl a lesson. Would you like that, little imp?”
There’s no point in trying to hide it, so I nod, whimpering softly as she gives my nipples a hard pinch.
“Our next outing, I’ll have to be sure to come prepared.” Low, wicked laughter rumbles in my ear. “So the next time someone in our family needs their little bottom spanked, Mommy can strip your diaper from you and fuck that needy little pussy until you come all over Mommy’s cock.”
Arousal floods my diaper at her words. “Mommy…”
“What’s wrong, baby?” She practically coos the question. “Tell Mommy what you need.”
Unable to actually give voice to the humiliating need, I press my hand against the front of my diaper.
“Do you need to potty, baby? Is that what’s wrong?”
“No,” I whine, dragging the word out as I wriggle against her.
“Then what do you need, my pretty little baby? Use your words.”
Humiliation floods my body, heating every inch of my skin. “I can’t.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” she says with a heavy sigh. “Mommy can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask for it.”
Her hands leave my breasts and frustration wells in my chest. Twisting my head around, I glare up at her. “You’re mean.”
But the accusation doesn’t faze her. If anything, she only grins even wider. “The meanest.” She taps a finger on the end of my nose. “And don’t you forget it.”
Tori’s wails reach a crescendo, pulling my attention back to her as she collapses over her Daddy’s lap. Uncle Max lands two more swats to her bottom before gathering her up in his arms. “Shh, baby. Daddy’s right here. Are you ready to be my good girl now, Victoria Rose?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” she sobs out, curling even tighter against him as he rocks her gently. “I’m s-s-sorry!”
“I know, baby. And I know it’s hard when you get so excited, but Daddy will never let you jeopardize your safety, even if it means spanking your bottom every day until you learn to control your impulses.”
I can feel the blood drain from my face as I twist around again to stare up at Mommy. “He wouldn’t really do that, would he?”
“If it was necessary, yes.” Her expression is stern when her eyes meet mine. “You are the most precious things in our lives, Alexis. We will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and protected. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” Taking my hand, she tugs me toward the front door of the boutique. “Let’s give them a bit of privacy and go see what Solene has for you.”