Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lexie
My eyes are drooping by the time we finish showering together and drying my hair. Mommy insisted on washing it after our day at the waterpark, and even though I fussed about it, I do feel better now that it’s all fresh and clean again.
Swaying on my feet, I watch through blurry eyes as Mommy selects a pajama set covered with dancing frogs for me to sleep in.
“Come on, little one. Let’s get you to bed.”
Crossing the room to her bed, she pulls the covers back and nudges me forward. “In you go, baby. Mommy just needs to finish getting ready for bed.”
“Oh, but…” Tightening my grip on her hand, I press myself against her. “I wanna stay with you.”
She hesitates a moment then leans over, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Of course, baby.”
Perched gingerly on a stool in her bathroom in deference to the ache in my bottom from my punishment, I watch as she slathers so many different creams and oils onto her face that I lose count. A few times, she pauses to massage something into my skin as well.
“We really should have started a proper skincare regimen for you ages ago,” she murmurs as she slicks a sweet-smelling oil over my cheeks. “I’ll schedule a consult for you at the Cozy Cradle, see what they suggest for this pretty face.”
Her words bring a question to mind I’ve never stopped to consider. “Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Will you… will you still want me to be your baby when I’m old and wrinkly and my hair is all gray?”
Her lips twitch as she turns to tap a finger on the end of my nose. “You’ll never be old, my love, because you’ll always be my baby. And that will always be true, no matter how your body changes over the years. Got it?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
For a moment, I’m sure she’s going to say something more. The corners of her lips dip down and her eyes search my face, as if she’s looking for… something. What, I’m not sure, but my chest tightens with anticipation.
But then her expression clears and she smiles again, though it doesn’t really ease the pressure in my chest.
“Good. Now let’s get you to bed. You look like you’re about to fall off that stool.”
Again taking me by the hand, she leads me to her bed and helps me under the covers before stripping her clothes off and climbing in beside me, completely naked.
“Come here, little one.”
Setting aside the odd moment from earlier, I shift closer and when she presses gently on my head, I lower my lips to her breast, gently pulling her nipple between my lips. With a soft sigh, I close my eyes and suckle, and I fall asleep with the sweet taste of her milk on my tongue.
Lexie
I wake in a cocoon of softness I immediately recognize as Mommy’s bed. Without even opening my eyes yet, I smile and roll toward her, burying my face in her bare breast. The scent of her milk lingers on her skin and I instinctively nuzzle her, seeking her nipple.
“Such a hungry little baby.” Beneath my cheek, Mommy’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Drink up, my love.”
As I feed, my mind slowly joins my body in the waking world and my eyes flutter open to stare up at her. Mommy smiles down at me, her hand brushing a stray curl from my face.
“There’s my pretty baby. Good morning, little one. Do you need to potty?”
Unwilling to let go just yet, I nod with her nipple still in my mouth.
“Go on, baby. Mommy will change you when you’re done nursing.”
Humiliation floods my body as I screw my eyes shut and focus on doing exactly as she’s asked, emptying my bladder into the soft cotton while her milk fills my tummy.
“Such a good little baby you are,” she praises softly. “My good little baby. All mine.”
There’s something in her tone that has the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. But I try to ignore the sensation, focusing inside on drinking my fill before releasing her nipple with a sigh, my heart and tummy both full.
“We need to discuss the rest of your punishment, little one.” Her voice is quiet, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I almost hear regret in her tone.
Lifting my head, I pout up at her, hoping she’ll be feeling tender enough after the events of last night to show me some leniency. “But you already punished me. My bottom still hurts.”
“Mmm. And I suspect it will be even more sore by the time we’re through.
” Instead of the mercy I’d hoped to see in her eyes, all I find is a stern determination that makes my bottom clench.
“Mommy needs to make sure that what happened yesterday never happens again. So for the next week, you are grounded entirely. Your friends may come by for supervised visits, but there will be no lunches at the cafe, no toy shopping, no trips to the farm. That is the first part of your punishment for sneaking out of the house and scaring ten years off your Mommy’s life. ”
Tears blur my vision, guilt settling so heavily in my chest it’s a wonder I can breathe at all. “I’m really, really sorry, Mommy.”
Her expression softens, just a fraction. “I know you are, baby. But what you did was incredibly dangerous and I intend to be very sure it never happens again.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“And while you are grounded, we will be addressing your other naughty behaviors. Taking your locket and your diaper off without permission, throwing your locket in a tree to distract us, wandering the island all by yourself, sneaking onto a boat full of lumberjacks.”
“I don’t think the last one should count,” I grumble. “They’re your friends, so it’s not like I was in any danger.”
I can tell before she even speaks it’s the wrong thing to say.
“While I trust Gray and the rest of the Thorne family with my life, they were not the only people on that boat. And a cargo ship like that is no place for a Little girl to go wandering around unsupervised. You could have been hurt or killed a million different ways, Alexis Paige.”
“Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry.”
“Believe me, Little girl. You will be by the time your punishment is over. Mommy’s hairbrush is going to get quite a workout. Not to mention what Uncle Evan has in store for you when he comes over later.”
Great. I’m never going to sit right again.
“But before we get to all that, we need to have a serious discussion.” The onyx of her eyes glints with a hint of mischief. “And serious discussions call for do-dos.”
“Do-dos!” Even knowing I have a series of painful punishments coming, excitement sparks inside my chest. “I can make those!”
“I know you can, little one, and we are going to have plenty of time for you to make me all the do-dos you want this week. But I had Gavin run out this morning and get us some do-dos from the cafe. Let’s get that wet diaper changed and we can have our breakfast.”
Catharina
With my Little one freshly diapered and changed into a pretty green dress that makes her hair look like living fire, we settle into our chairs at the table in my sitting room.
Leaning forward, I open the lid on the pink box Gavin left for us in the middle of the table. “What flavor do you want, baby?”
“The chocolate with sprinkles!” She bounces happily in her chair and my chest constricts at how happy she looks. I’m tempted to just avoid our big talk altogether and simply revel in having my babygirl back home with me.
But after an entire night of lying awake, running every moment of our day from the waterpark to her falling asleep at my breast, through my mind, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s still something wrong.
Some hurt I haven’t addressed. And I know, deep in my heart, that if we don’t dig out all those little poison darts they’ll continue to taint our relationship.
So we’ll pluck them out, one by one, even if it means we have to sit here all morning and talk this whole damn thing to death.
With that in mind, I pluck her donut from the box and lay it on her plate before choosing a Bavarian cream for myself, praying the sweet treat gives me the strength I need for our talk.
“All right, little one. We need to talk about yesterday.”
It kills me to watch the light in her eyes dim, but I know it’s for the best. “Already did,” she mumbles around a mouthful of donut.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, little one. It’s rude.”
Swallow hard, she brushes prettily and ducks her head. “Sorry, Mommy.”
“It’s all right, baby. And I know we talked about some of what happened, Mommy just wants to be very, very sure that what happened yesterday never happens again.
” I pause, the question I know I need to ask sitting heavy on my tongue.
“Was there… Did Mommy do anything to make you doubt the way I feel about you?”
Tears well in her eyes. “No. I’m just a bad person,” she whispers, her voice tight, and my heart breaks clean in two.
“Oh, my sweet baby. You are nothing of the sort. Why would you ever say such a thing?”
“Because I don’t wanna share you!” The words burst out of her on a sob, her shoulders shaking with the force of it as she covers her face.
Stunned, I can only stare as I try to wrap my mind around what she’s saying. “Share me? Baby, you never have to share me with anyone.”
“But I do. I share you with everyone. Especially the other Littles. And I know it’s not the same and I know it’s not fair for me to want you all to myself but sometimes I wish I didn’t ever have to share you with anyone, ever, and you could just be my Mommy instead of Auntie Cat.”
“My precious girl.” Reaching for her, I pull her onto my lap, and for once she comes without hesitation or worry, curling into me as she weeps. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were hurting so badly. Forgive me, my love?”
“It’s not you, it’s me. I’m bad and mean and—”
“Hush. You are none of those things, Alexis Paige. You are sweet and loving and everything I’ve ever wanted in a Little girl.
And while I can’t promise you won’t ever have to share me with the other Littles, I can promise that you are the only Little girl I want for my own.
The only Little girl who will ever get to call me Mommy, or feel my cock in her sweet little cunt. ”
“I know that,” she says with a soft sigh, her tears slowing as she turns her head to rest on my shoulder.
“I do. But sometimes I feel like there’s two versions of me.
The grown-up version that’s more logical and knows you’re allowed to have a relationship with the other girls and that it doesn’t take anything away from what we have. ”
“And the other part?”
“The other part is a jealous little two-year-old who wants all of Mommy’s attention for herself and gets mad when she can’t have it.”
“Oh, baby. That makes me so fucking happy to hear.”
She jerks her head up, her eyes wide with surprise. “It does?”
“Of course it does, my sweet little imp. I love that you’re as jealous of sharing me as I am of sharing you. Don’t you remember what happened back at the farm?”
“I do…” A blush steals across her cheeks, making her look even more adorable than usual.
“If you feel half of what I felt that day when you see me playing or snuggling the other girls then it’s no wonder you acted out.”
“I thought you’d be mad. Because it’s stupid and petty of me to be so jealous.”
“It’s not. Not at all. I’m your Mommy, and I love that you’re so possessive of me.
” I hesitate, not wanting to undermine how happy it makes me to finally get the truth from her.
“But we really can’t have another incident like yesterday.
Maybe we need a special word, just between us.
So when you’re feeling jealous Mommy can give you some extra attention and nobody has to get hurt in the process. ”
“Do-dos!” Pointing at the table, her entire face lights with happiness. “Can our word be do-dos, Mommy, please?”
My throat tightens with emotion. “That’s perfect, baby. Whenever you start feeling jealous, just tell Mommy you want some do-dos and I’ll know that means you need Mommy’s attention.”
“Okay, Mommy!” The bright smile slowly fades as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “There was one other thing…”
“What is it, baby?”
“You know how at the farm you told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to drink anyone else’s milk? Because your Little girl is only allowed your milk?”
“And I meant every word of it.”
“I know. But, um, I guess I thought that kinda went both ways.”
“What do you… oh.” Guilt slams into my chest. “Is that part of what upset you so much yesterday? That Mommy offered her milk to someone else?”
“Uh-huh. I think… I think if Tori had just gotten hurt on her own maybe it wouldn’t have made me so sad. But I was already feeling so jealous and then it felt a bit like you were choosing her over me and then you offered her your milk and it felt like my whole heart was breaking.”
“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. From this point forward, my milk is just for my babygirl.”
“I’m sorry, I know I’m being ridiculous, I just—”
“You are being nothing of the sort, little girl. You are being honest, which is exactly what I asked for. I could not be more proud of you right now. I know it’s not easy to share your feelings like that.” I hesitate, feeling uncertain of my next move in a way I’ve never felt with anyone but her.
But if I want honesty from my Little girl, then I have to be honest with her in turn.
“Do you want to see something secret, little imp? Something Mommy has never shown anyone else?”
Her eyes light up, and I know in my heart I’ve made the right choice. “Really?”
“Really. Come on, little one. Let’s go to the attic.”