Chapter 13
VALENTINA
The rest of our trip through the zoo is relatively uneventful.
Our Junie does come close to earning a second spanking at the gift shop when we remind her that she’s limited to one gift each from Mommy and Daddy, but Bash whispers something in her ear that has her eyes going wide and after that she stops arguing.
Now, Bash and I are standing outside our guest bedroom, watching our babygirl sleep off the events of the day sandwiched between the two giant stuffies she managed to talk us into buying for her. One is a giraffe and the other is one of Junie’s beloved elephants.
“Looks like we wore her out,” Bash says with a quiet laugh.
“She’s not the only one.” Sighing, I drop my head to his shoulder, happiness warring with the exhaustion dragging at me. “I’m wiped.”
“Well, you know what they say. Nap when the baby naps.”
There’s something in his voice, a huskiness I haven’t heard in years, and that’s all it takes to have my body humming with need. “I think a nap sounds like an excellent idea.”
Turning as one, we hurry down the hall to our bedroom, giggling and shushing each other like a couple of kids. Need coils low in my belly when Bash’s arms come around me, yanking me to him, his lips capturing mine with a burning urgency that echoes through my entire body.
“Bed,” I gasp out, giving him a shove. “Now.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Fuck. I might actually come right here on the spot. Watching him, I stalk toward the bed as he walks backward, yanking his polo shirt up over his head and tossing it to the side as he goes, exposing every inch of his taut, muscular torso.
“Pants, too.”
The need I can feel coursing through my veins ignites his eyes as he reaches for the buckle at his waist. “Would you like to know what I told Junie back at the gift shop to get her to stop arguing?”
“Yes.” I’ve been wondering, my imagination working overtime at what could have gotten our Little girl to comply so quickly.
Sliding the leather through the metal buckle, he pulls the belt free with a familiar hiss that sends shivers up my spine. “I told her if she kept arguing, I’d take her out to the car and whip her bare bottom with my belt, and that there would be no presents from the gift shop after.”
“Fuck.” My clit pulses angrily and I step forward, planting both my hands on his chest and shoving him backward onto the bed. “That’s so fucking hot, Bash. I can’t get enough of watching you play Daddy with our babygirl.”
“Same.” Hunger turns his eyes nearly black as he watches me shimmy out of my pants and underwear and climb up onto the bed, straddling his hips. “I wanted to be in that bathroom with you so fucking badly, watching you spank our Little brat to tears.”
“And I did.” Reaching between us, I free his cock and slide down onto it, the thick length of him stretching me with a bite of pain despite my gushing arousal.
My head falls back as I close my eyes and ride.
“I pulled her diaper up between her cheeks and I spanked her naughty bottom until she was a sobbing little mess in my arms.”
Strong hands grip my thighs as I ride, and beneath me my husband—my huge, muscular, take-no-shit husband—shudders. “Fucking hell, Val. Tell me more.”
His voice is tight with need, and I’ve never felt more goddamn powerful. “Then I made her use her diaper. Right there in the public bathroom, while she whined and blushed and cried some more.” Lifting my head to stare down at him, I let a smile curve my lips. “Can I tell you a secret, Daddy?”
The fingers gripping my thighs dig in, hard enough I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and I can’t wait to see them appear. “You can tell me anything, Mommy.”
“I love making our baby cry. Her tears are a goddamn aphrodisiac. If I could bottle them up and drink them, I swear I would.”
Bash lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re so fucking perfect, Val. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Lowering myself down, I slide a hand around his neck and squeeze, ever so gently.
“But we’re going to have to get on the same page when it comes to our babygirl, Bash.
You’re going to have to get a lot stricter with her, you hear me?
No more post-spanking ice creams, no more presents when she’s been naughty.
I don’t mind being the bad guy on occasion, but if we’re going to do this, we’re going to be a goddamn team, just like you said. ”
Emotion swirls in his eyes, mixing with need and desire in the most erotic cocktail I’ve ever seen. “I want that. More than I fucking knew, Val. I’ll do whatever it takes if it means I get to keep both of you.”
“Good boy,” I purr against his lips. “Now show me you mean it and come for me, Daddy.”
Arching up with a strangled cry, he pumps his hips, driving into me as I continue riding him. Stars explode behind my eyes as pleasure rockets through me, my cunt clamping down around him at the same time his cock swells and empties into me.
I collapse on top of him, letting him take the full weight of me as I snuggle into his chest. For a long while, we simply lie there, our hearts beating as one for what feels like the first time in years.
And after more than two decades, it finally feels like we’re whole.
Juniper
I wake in a strange bed, with two giant stuffies that are almost as tall as I am sandwiched on either side of me. It takes a few moments for the fog to clear and for my memories to come flooding back.
Tricking Mommy and Daddy into a date at the zoo. Getting spanked in the SUV and then the bathroom. Being forced to use a diaper. Daddy threatening to whip me in the backseat of their car. Coming home with them and collapsing in this huge, soft bed.
A girl could get used to all this if she isn’t careful.
That thought is like a knife twisting in my chest. Mommy and Daddy haven’t said anything about keeping me. We had so much fun at the zoo, but we haven’t really talked about what a future together might look like.
What if they don’t want me? What if they don’t want a Little girl at all?
Or worse, what if they just want someone… better?
Those thoughts are bouncing around in my head like a pinball when a set of bright lights pierce my eyes and I curl up with a whine, trying to block out the light.
“Aw, baby, Mommy’s sorry. Come here, princess.”
Familiar arms scoop me out of the bed and I press my face to Mommy’s neck, inhaling the scent of her. She smells… fresh, like she’s just showered, and I breathe deeply again, trying to imprint the scent of her on my brain in case this is the last chance I ever have to smell her like this.
“Sweet little baby,” she murmurs, rocking me gently. “Did you have a good nap, June-bug?”
“Uh-huh.”
Beneath me, her chest vibrates with laughter. “I think our Little girl is having some trouble waking up, Daddy.”
Our Little girl. Does that mean they want to keep me after all? Or are they still just playing the game?
“Hmm.” Daddy’s deep voice is filled with amusement. “I wonder if pizza and chocolate cake would help wake her up.”
Eyes flying open, I sit up straighter on Mommy’s lap. “Pizza!”
They both laugh then, and Mommy’s arms tighten around me. “Go wash your hands, baby, and then we’ll eat.”
“Ugh, Mommy, I don’t need to wash my hands!”
One dark brow rises as Mommy pins me with a look that has me squirming on her lap. “Then you don’t need dessert, either, Juniper Skye.”
Crap. Mommy has on her “Mommy means business” face, which means there’s no getting past her.
Puffing my bottom lip out in a pout, I look up at Daddy. “Do I really gotta wash my hands?”
I don’t even know why I’m arguing. It’s not like I don’t wash my hands when I eat anyway. But for some reason, I feel the need to push, to see how much I can get away with.
Which is… not much, judging by the stern look in Daddy’s eye. “What did your Mommy say, little girl?”
Shoulders slumping, I let out a dramatic sigh. “Mommy said to wash my hands.”
“Then I suggest you do as Mommy told you to. Now, Juniper.”
Sliding from Mommy’s lap, I hurry to the attached bathroom to wash my hands, rolling my eyes when Mommy and Daddy both yell “With soap!”. Once my hands are washed—yes, with soap, I’m not a total heathen—I make my way back to the bedroom. “All done,” I say, holding my hands up for inspection.
“Good girl.” Mommy’s voice is a low purr that makes my pussy clench with need. “Come on. The pizza should be here soon.”
With an easy strength that never fails to steal my breath, Daddy hoists me up into his arms and carries me downstairs to the dining room. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a giant TV, and my Little heart swells with excitement.
“Can we watch a movie while we eat? Please, Daddy?”
“Not tonight, baby.”
“But Daddy,” I whine, pouting up at him again. “Pizza is made to be eaten in front of the tv!”
“Oh, is it?” His tone is calm, breezy. Almost too breezy as he sets me down in a chair at their giant dining room table. “Is it also made to be eaten while sitting on a red-hot bottom after Daddy spanks you for not listening?”
“Ummm… no, no it is not.”
“Then I suggest you stop arguing with Daddy.”
Crossing my arms, I slump down in my seat. “I don’t like this Daddy. I want my nice Daddy back.”
Mommy and Daddy share a look, and that nervousness I felt when I first woke up comes rushing back.
But before I can ask what the look means, the doorbell rings and Daddy sighs. “I’ll go get the pizza.”
When he disappears, Mommy wags a finger in my direction. “Mommy is going to grab some plates and cups. You sit right there, Juniper Skye, and don’t move a muscle.”
The second she turns her back, I flex my biceps to prove I can move as many muscles as I want. But I don’t actually get out of the chair because I’m more than a little scared of what she’ll do if I disobey her that openly.
Daddy returns carrying two boxes over his head like he’s just won the World Series, and I can’t help but giggle at him as he sets the boxes down on the table with a flourish.
Mommy isn’t too far behind and before long we all have plates laden with giant pizza slices and cups full of soda—well, my sippy cup is only half full because apparently, “Little girls don’t need all that sugar and caffeine”—in front of us.
Just as I’m picking up my pizza, though, Mommy’s voice freezes the blood in my very veins.
“All right, little girl. We need to talk.”