Chapter 6
VALENTINA
My poor Little girl is an absolute mess.
She doesn’t wear much makeup, but the bit she is wearing is smeared across her face. Pink lipgloss and black mascara have left streaks all over her cheeks, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does in this moment.
Bottom lip trembling, she looks up at me through tear-soaked eyes. “How?”
Hooking my hands beneath her arms, I carefully help her up off the rocking horse. Her legs tremble, and I have to steady her a bit before I’m able to guide her over to the pretty pink-and-white bed in the corner of the room.
“Up you go, naughty girl. I want you on your back. Mommy wants to ride that pretty face.”
As I’d expected, pink infuses her cheeks at my words. My girl does love being told how pretty she is, which isn’t a hardship considering she is the prettiest Little girl I have ever seen.
Once she’s in position, I let my gaze rake over her naked form. Pink splotches cover her breasts and the sides of her thighs. My marks, on my girl.
Mine.
Lifting the crop, I trail it down over her skin, and my babygirl trembles so beautifully for me. “You will be allowed exactly one orgasm after you prove you’re a good girl and make Mommy come. But not a moment before. Am I clear, little girl?”
Her head bobs up and down eagerly, her eyes glazed with desperation. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
Climbing up on the bed with her, I position myself so I’m kneeling on either side of her head, facing her lithe body. Junie’s arms come up around my thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh there as her tongue darts out, seeking my clit.
Pleasure wells inside me and I let my head fall back on a sigh. “Just like that, my precious girl. You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
I allow myself to sink into the pleasure for a bit. Forgetting everything except the feel of my girl’s wicked tongue in my cunt, so eager and desperate to please.
But this isn’t only about finding my release. This is about teaching my naughty girl a lesson.
Raising my head, I stare down at the expanse of toned, pale skin in front of me. And even though I know she can’t see, I let a smile curve my lips as I lift the crop and bring it down against her pussy with a snap.
Beneath me, my girl freezes, so I swat her again, and am rewarded with a whimper as she attempts to close her legs.
“No.” I punctuate the order with a swat to the top of each thigh. “Keep those legs open so Mommy can see what belongs to her.”
With another whine, she slowly allows her legs to fall open. I reward her with another stroke of the crop against her soaked pussy, the leather making a satisfying splat sound as it connects.
“Don’t stop,” I remind her, grinding my pussy against her tongue. “No orgasms for you until Mommy gets hers.”
It’s an exquisite torment, punishing my girl this way. Every time I swat her, she freezes, which only serves to keep us both on edge. For what feels like hours, I keep her there, trapped beneath her Mommy’s dripping cunt as I continue spanking her pretty pussy.
By the time I’m through, her lips are swollen, puffy and red from my punishments. Taking pity on her, I close my eyes, focusing on my own pleasure as I roll my hips, my movements growing frantic as she works that clever tongue against my aching clit.
Something fractures inside me and I freeze, my head thrown back on a cry as molten-hot pleasure floods my body. The intensity of it leaves me breathless, my entire being limp and drained as my good Little girl continues to work at my clit with her mouth.
Once I am indeed completely drained, I fall forward, pressing sweet little kisses to my girl’s swollen pussy lips. “My poor little baby,” I coo between kisses. “Do you want Mommy to kiss your poor little kitty and make it all better?”
“Yes, Mommy,” she whines, lifting her hips in entreaty.
She has been so good for me, despite the rocky start to our evening. So I duck my head, capturing her swollen bud between my lips and sucking. At the same time, I slide two fingers into her soaked sheath, seeking that spongy spot inside her I know drives her crazy.
My princess writhes beneath me, her begging turning to desperate, wordless cries as I work her closer and closer to the edge. The taste of her is sweet and salty on my tongue, the closest thing to ambrosia I’m ever likely to experience.
Once she’s a needy, whining, soaked little mess beneath me, I curl my fingers forward, hitting that magical spot.
And she shatters for me.
Only me.
I continue fucking her with my fingers, lazily rolling my tongue over her clit as she shudders and sobs her way through the orgasm.
When I’m satisfied I’ve drained every possible ounce of pleasure possible from her sweet body, I shift positions, curling around her as I pull her trembling form into my arms.
“That was beautiful, baby. My perfect little princess. You were so good for Mommy, and I’m so proud.”
Junie sighs happily, wiggling around to bury her face in my chest. Chuckling quietly, I guide my nipple to her mouth and her lips clamp greedily around it as she suckles at her Mommy’s breast.
I haven’t gone down the road of trying to induce milk production, mostly because it would raise too many questions with Sebastian. But in moments like this, I wish, desperately, that I could give my babygirl what she so badly wants.
Perhaps someday. For now, I’ll have to settle for this.
And hope it’s enough for both of us.
Juniper
Closing my eyes, I suck on Mommy’s nipple, ignoring the stab of disappointment when sweet milk doesn’t instantly flood my mouth.
I want so badly to be able to drink from her, but she made it clear when we first started playing together that she would not actively try to induce milk production.
And I understand, I do, but the Little girl inside me wants what she wants.
But bringing it up now will only serve to upset both of us, so I ignore the craving low in my belly and settle for the soothing action of sucking at her empty breast.
“My pretty baby,” Mommy murmurs, stroking her hand over my hair. “You were so good for me, princess. I am so very pleased.”
Her praise fills me up in a way little else does and I sigh happily against her breast. We lie there for a long time, with me pretending to nurse while Mommy pets my hair and tells me how pretty I looked riding the rocking horse and how proud she is of me for taking my punishment so well.
“All right, little one,” she says quietly, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “Our time is almost up. You need to drink some water and eat something before we go.”
Even though I know she’s right, I’m not ready for our time to end so I whine and suck harder on her nipple.
Beneath my cheek, her chest rises and falls on a sigh. “I know it’s hard, baby, but we have to be respectful of the people who are using the room after us. The cleaning crew needs time to come in and get things set back to rights.”
“Mm-mm,” I mumble around her nipple, refusing to let go.
“Juniper.” Mommy’s voice takes on an edge I know all too well, an edge that tells me I’m dangerously close to earning another punishment. “If Mommy has to spank you for not listening, you will be leaving this club with a plug covered in naughty girl lube in your freshly spanked bottom.”
I’m almost tempted to push her. There is a certain thrill in leaving the club with my bottom sore and plugged.
But I’m already aching all over from the crop, and the thought of enduring another spanking—especially a spanking with Mommy’s hairbrush, her favorite implement to use when I’m being extra naughty—is enough to have me reluctantly releasing my hold on her nipple.
“That’s my good girl,” she praises, giving me another kiss on the head. “Mommy will be right back.”
Sitting up, I watch as she slips from the bed and pads over to the refrigerator in the far corner of the room.
Mommy is more comfortable with her nakedness than any woman I’ve ever known, and I envy her that.
While I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of strangers, I’ve never been able to embrace it with the same confidence she has.
Then again, if I looked like her with all those lush, full curves, I’d never wear any clothes anywhere.
Mommy turns back toward the bed, two bottles of water and a bag of trail mix in her hands, and pauses, a smile curving her lips. “Like what you see, little one?”
“Always, Mommy.”
“Hmm.” Returning to the bed, she leans down to capture my lips in a kiss that has my heart doing a slow roll in my chest before she hands me my water and the trail mix. “You are such a very sweet girl. These nights with you are the highlight of my week.”
“Really?”
“Of course, baby. Why do you think I asked you to reserve your Wednesdays for me?”
Twisting open my water, I jerk a shoulder. “I dunno. I never really thought about it.”
“I suppose that’s on me for not telling you sooner.” She pets my hair again, and I have to swallow hard against the lump in my throat. “You are a very special Little girl, June-bug.”
“Special enough for you to see me outside the club?”
I don’t know why I said it. I didn’t even know I was going to say it until the words were out of my mouth. And when Mommy freezes beside me, my heart sinks like a stone.
“Forget I asked. It was stupid. I’m stupid.”
Soft arms wrap around me, hauling me up into Mommy’s lap as I try to blink back tears. “You are nothing of the sort, little girl. And unless you really do want to leave here with a very sore bottom, you will not ever talk about my Little girl like that again.”
“But I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s.” The words are pouring out of me, years of frustration and heartache I can’t seem to keep bottled up any longer. “I’m good enough for a playdate or a fuck, but nothing more.”
“Oh, baby.” Her voice takes on a sincerity I can’t remember ever hearing from her before as she pulls me tighter into her arms. “That is so far from the truth. If I could, I would take you home with me tonight and keep you as my Little girl forever.”
Hope beats at my ribcage. “I–I think I would like that.”
Mommy sighs. “I would too. But it’s… complicated.”
There are many layers to the word complicated, but in this situation I can only think of one. “Are you married?”
She hesitates, and I know the answer before she speaks. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“He’s a good man,” she explains quietly. “And he loves me very much.”
“Of course he does. You’re perfect.”
“Trust me, baby, I am far from perfect.” Silence stretches, an awkwardness that hasn’t existed between us in months creating an invisible wall.
“Look, Junie, I can’t promise you more than what we have here on Wednesday nights, at least not as your Mommy.
But… if you wanted to go out somewhere as friends, I would like that very much. ”
We both know that’s not what I was asking for. But it’s better than nothing, or maybe I’m just more fucked-up than I realized because I practically jump at the chance to let her feed me those table scraps.
“Can we go to the zoo? I was supposed to go with some friends for my birthday a couple weeks ago, but our plans fell through.”
Chuckling, Mommy squeezes me tight and presses a kiss to my temple. “Of course we can go to the zoo, June-bug. When do you want to go?”
“This weekend?”
“Ah, I’m sorry, baby. My husband and I are leaving soon for a trip and we won’t be back for a week. So I’ll also miss our regular play date next week.”
Something tickles the back of my mind, but I can’t quite pin down what it is, so I ignore the feeling for now and focus on Mommy. “How about the weekend after?”
“I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think I can make that work.”
“Yay!” Twisting around, I throw my arms around her neck. “Thank you, Mommy!”
“You’re welcome, sweet girl. You have my number, so we can work out the details when I get back from my trip.”
“Okay.”
Three lilting chimes echo through the room and Mommy sighs. “That’s our signal. Time to get dressed, little one.”
As much as I don’t want our time to end, I don’t argue as she helps me into my panties and my fluffy Little girl dress, wincing as the fabrics brush against the welts left behind by her crop. Once Mommy is also dressed again, she takes my hand, leading me toward the door.
But she pauses with her hand on the knob, turning to me with an uncharacteristic look of uncertainty on her stunning face. “I know I won’t be here Wednesday, and I don’t have any right to ask this of you. But it would mean a lot to me if you didn’t play with anyone else that night.”
It isn’t a fair ask, and we both know it. But the thought of playing with anyone on our night doesn’t sit well with me either, so even though it isn’t fair for her to ask for faithfulness when she isn’t capable of giving me the same in return, I nod.
“Okay, Mommy.”
The smile that breaks out on her face is worth giving up a potential night of play. I’d give up so much more than that if it meant she would just keep smiling at me that way.
If it meant she would keep me.
“My good girl,” she purrs, bending down to press a long, slow kiss to my lips. “Come on, Mommy will walk you to your car.”