Chapter 12
SEBASTIAN
Our Little girl is sulking. And she’s not even trying to hide it. No matter how cute the animals in front of us might be, she just glares at them and then asks if we can move on yet.
By the time we near the end of the primate house, my patience is razor-thin.
“Oh, yay, lemurs,” Junie says woodenly. “Look how cute they are. Next, please.”
Before I can reach for more patience, Val steps in, leaning down until she’s nose to nose with our babygirl. “All right, Juniper Skye. As soon as we leave here, we are finding a bathroom and I am going to spank this bratty attitude right out of you.”
“But I didn’t do anything naughty!” Junie wails, drawing curious stares from the people around us.
“You are being very rude right now, and my Little girl knows better than to pout and sulk just because she didn’t get her way. Isn’t that right, Juniper?”
Gaze dropping to the ground, Junie nods. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Much better. Now, if you can act like the good, sweet girl I know you are until we leave this exhibit, my brush can stay tucked away in my purse. Understood?”
Red floods our babygirl’s cheeks. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. Apologize for having such a bad attitude and we can keep going.”
Junie peeks up at me through her lashes. “I’m sorry I was such a brat.”
“All is forgiven, little gremlin.” Crouching, I point toward a glass-and-metal machine in the corner of the room. “Why don’t you go pick out a design and we’ll press a penny together.”
“Sebastian.” When I glance up, I find Val frowning down at us. “You’re rewarding bad behavior.”
Realistically, I probably am. But I desperately need a moment alone with my wife, and I do feel a bit guilty that Junie hasn’t been enjoying the primate house as much as I’d hoped.
Smiling at my babygirl, I wink, earning myself a soft giggle in response. “It’s just a penny, right, Junie?”
Eyes lighting with excitement, she bobs her head. “Right!”
“Go on, then. I’ll be over in just a minute.”
The moment she turns to bounce over to the penny-pressing machine, I reach for my wife, hauling her into my arms so I can claim her lips in a scorching kiss. Val opens for me, not in surrender, but meeting me as an equal.
It might just be the hottest fucking kiss we’ve ever shared in twenty years of marriage.
When I pull back, Val’s eyes are bright with hunger, her bruised lips curving up in a knowing smile. “Well, hello cowboy,” she murmurs, the teasing nickname she gave me years ago shooting straight to my cock.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me, watching you scold our babygirl?”
Her gaze shifts downward, her smile turning smug. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“You’ve always been the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, but watching you play Mommy… Fuck, Val.”
“Who knew all we were missing in our marriage was a naughty Little girl?”
Chuckling, I lean down to rub my nose against hers. “Come on, Mommy. Let’s get out of here so you can go give our babygirl the attention she’s been begging for.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Grabbing hold of the lapels of my polo shirt, she hauls me closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “But later, you and I are going to have a talk about what it means to be a team when it comes to our June-bug. Got it?”
I’ve never considered myself remotely submissive. But being put so soundly in my place by my gorgeous wife has my cock leaking in my jeans and I can’t stop the grin from stretching across my face.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Junie
Less than an hour into having a real Mommy and Daddy, and I’m already in trouble.
Sounds about right. Sigh.
The second we leave the primate house, Mommy points to a black sign with white stick figures on it. “Come on, naughty girl. Let’s go take care of that yucky attitude and maybe then we can enjoy the rest of our day.”
“No,” I whine, attempting to plant my feet, but Mommy and Daddy are both so much taller and stronger than me and I find myself being dragged along against my will. “I don’t wanna!”
People are watching us again. Several sets of eyes turn our way, some with curiosity, others with open hostility, and it’s all I can do not to yank my hands out of my captors’ and make a run for it.
But I already know they’ll eventually catch me and when they do, my punishment will be a million times worse.
So I allow myself to be dragged, however reluctantly, toward the bathroom, and pray Mommy will have a change of heart before we get there.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes, Daddy. This shouldn’t take too long.”
Oh. My. God. She did not just call him Daddy in front of all these people.
Well. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing me get spanked. Because I am one hundred percent certain I’m about to die of embarrassment right here in the middle of the zoo.
Hopefully they won’t feed my body to the lions.
Daddy doesn’t immediately let go of my hand. Bending down, he meets my already tear-filled gaze, a soft smile on his lips. “Go with Mommy, little gremlin. And if you’re very good for her, Daddy will buy you an ice cream after your spanking.”
From my other side, Mommy sighs, deep and heavy. “You spoil her, Sebastian. This is why she thinks she can talk to you however she wants without consequences.”
“You’re probably right.” Lifting his free hand, Daddy taps the tip of my nose with his finger. “But Little girls were created to be spoiled. Especially our Little girl.”
Our Little girl. Three simple words, and yet they fill me with untold joy. So much so that I find myself nodding. “Okay, Daddy.”
Daddy’s smile flashes, bright and approving. “Good girl. I’ll be waiting right here when you get back.”
The line for the bathroom is only a couple people long, and I can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse that we’ll be able to get this over with so quickly. We take our place in line and Mommy shifts behind me, sliding her arms around my waist and pulling me back against her.
“My naughty little princess,” she murmurs, too quietly for anyone to hear her, and still my face heats with humiliation.
“Are you regretting your behavior yet, little girl? Is the thought of Mommy baring your bottom to spank you good and hard where all these people can hear making your diaper all wet?”
It is, but the idea of admitting that in public is far more humiliating than anything she could possibly do to me, so I stare straight ahead and don’t answer, pretending my face isn’t about a billion degrees right now.
The people in front of us move far too quickly for my liking, and it’s just my luck the largest stall opens up right when it’s our turn.
Mommy leads me into the stall, earning us a couple sideways glances in the process.
As soon as the door locks behind us, Mommy pushes me up against it, my cheek squished against the cold metal.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment, or does Mommy need to get her brush?”
Being spanked in public is embarrassing enough. But I know how I act when that damn brush comes out, and I don’t need to add sobbing and howling loud enough for the whole zoo to hear to my humiliation. “I’ll be good, Mommy.”
“That’s my smart girl. Keep your hands on the door. What happens if you move them?”
It’s an answer I know well, from painful experience. “I get extra spanks on my thighs.”
“Such a good memory you have, naughty girl. Mommy is going to spank you now, and if your attitude doesn’t significantly improve after we leave this bathroom, we will go straight home and you can forget sitting comfortably for at least a week. Am I understood?”
Between her and Daddy, I don’t doubt her ability to follow through on her promise. “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
Cool air brushes over the tops of my thighs as Mommy pulls my leggings to my knees and then lifts my skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband. There’s a tug, and I realize with horror she’s pulling my diaper up between my cheeks.
The first spank rings out like a gunshot in the bathroom, and I have to bite my lip against the cry lodged in my throat as pain explodes across my bottom.
But I don’t even have time to process the sensation before a second swat lands.
Over and over Mommy spanks me, rapid-fire stinging swats that are all focused on the lowest part of my bottom.
And when she moves her focus down to my sensitive sit-spots, my mouth pops open on a shocked cry. “Ow! Mommy, no!”
“Yes, Juniper Skye. This is what happens to naughty Little girls who think they can act however they want in public without consequences.”
It doesn’t take long after that for the burning pain in my bottom to overwhelm me, and a sob bursts free as Mommy attacks the very tops of my thighs. “I’m sorry, Mommy!”
“There’s my sweet girl,” she croons into my ear. “Are you ready to behave yourself, princess?”
“Y-yes, M-Mommy.”
“Good girl. Come here.”
Taking me by the shoulders, she turns me to face her and I fling myself into her embrace, my tears soaking her shirt as I sob uncontrollably.
“Shh baby, it’s all right. Mommy’s right here. It’s all over. You took your spanking so well, my brave little baby.”
Even as her praise warms something inside me, my brain latches onto one key word. “N-not a b-baby.”
“Nonsense,” she says with a dismissive snort. “You’re Mommy and Daddy’s baby.”
“Nuh-uh! Imma Big girl!” My whining tone probably isn’t doing anything to support my argument that I’m not a baby but I don’t care. I’m not a baby, and I don’t want to be treated like one.
“Uh-huh. Well, Big or Little, you need to use the potty before we go find your Daddy.”
“Mommy, stop, that’s so embarrassing!”
Beneath my cheek, her chest rumbles with laughter. “More embarrassing than everyone hearing you get your bare bottom spanked in the bathroom?”
“No,” I admit sulkily.
“That’s what I thought. Go ahead and use your diaper, baby, and Mommy will change you.”
Now I really am convinced I’m going to die of embarrassment. “Can’t I use the regular potty?”
“The potty is for good girls who do as they’re told. Diapers are for naughty Little babies who throw tantrums when they don’t get their way.”
“But—”
“Juniper.” Mommy’s voice is calm. Even. And yet, it still manages to freeze me in place and quiet the arguments burning on my tongue.
“This is not a negotiation. You will use your diaper, and Mommy will change you. But if you want to keep arguing with me, then I will tell Daddy you’ve lost the privilege to have any kind of treats or presents the rest of our visit. Is that what you want, little girl?”
The thought of missing out on ice cream with Daddy is enough to force my obedience, reluctant as it might be. “N-no, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Close your eyes and Mommy will help you.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I lean back against her when she wraps her arms around my waist. Her hand presses down on my bladder, massaging the swollen organ until the need to relieve myself overrides years of training and I piss myself right there.
A soft sob bubbles out of me as Mommy peels the soaked diaper from my skin. “My good little baby,” she whispers, raining kisses all over my face. “Mommy is so very proud of you, princess. You did so good for me.”
Sniffling, I force my eyes open. Even through the watery blur of my tears, I can see the pride shining from her face. “Y-you’re really proud of me?”
“Yes, baby.” Leaning in, she presses a long, slow kiss to my lips. “Now, lets get a fresh diaper on that bottom and go see a man about some ice cream.”