Taking my seat on the chair, I give Alexis’s hand a hard tug. A move she was obviously anticipating, as she digs her heels into the floor, refusing to budge. Her adorable heart-shaped face scrunches up in a mutinous expression and she shakes her head. “No! I don't want a spanking!”
Does she realize, I wonder, that she’s becoming a Little girl right before my eyes whether she means to or not? Everything about her, from her facial expressions to her voice to her word choices are becoming more and more Little every second she is in my care.
That knowledge has my heart twisting in my chest. But now is not the time to indulge my own emotions, not when I have a very naughty girl in need of a good hard spanking. “Alexis Paige, unless you want to spend every morning for the next week getting your bottom paddled with Mommy’s hairbrush, you will stop fighting me.”
Her eyes widen at the threat, but she doesn’t immediately throw herself over my lap. Shifting from foot to foot, she looksfrom me to the hairbrush in my hand and back again. “What if I promise to be the best Little girl in the whole world and never do anything naughty ever again?”
I can’t help but laugh at how sincere she sounds. “If I had a dime for every time I heard that, I would betherichest woman in the world, not just the third. I’m going to count to three, and if you are not over my lap by then, it’s a week of spanking-wake-up calls for you, Alexis Paige. One.”
With a shocked squeak, she practically dives over my lap. The weight of her is comforting, and I give myself a moment to think about what an adorable handful my babygirl is as I pat her diaper-covered bottom. “Good girl. Thank you for listening, little imp.”
“Not like you gave me a choice,” she grumbles.
“You always have a choice, Alexis. You can choose between obedience or punishment.”
“That isn’t a choice!”
“Of course it is,” I say with a chuckle. “Not liking the options doesn’t make it any less of a choice.”
She huffs loudly, and it’s all I can do not to burst out laughing at her petulance. Gripping the hem of her dress, I lift it up over her bottom.
And what a beautifully lush bottom it is. Even wrapped in a diaper, it’s obvious how round and full her curves are. I cannot wait to fully sink into them, to indulge myself in every inch of her softness.
For now, however, I have a spanking to deliver. Setting aside my own desires for the moment, I unfasten her diaper and fold it down, baring her bottom to my gaze. There are no lingering marks from her earlier punishment, and I find myself disappointed not to see the evidence of my discipline on my babygirl’s skin.
Lucky for me, then, that she’s given me another reason to punish her so soon.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold on tightly as I tap the brush against her exposed bottom. “The next time you want to get an attitude or swear at Mommy, I want you to remember this spanking.”
Without giving her time to protest, I snap the hard wood against her bottom, allowing myself a moment to relish the bright-pink square that blossoms on her skin. Alexis lets out a long howl of pain, her feet kicking as I follow up that first swat with a second to the opposite cheek.
“Ow, ow, Mommy I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
She isn’t, at least not yet. What she is, I know from experience, is sorry she got caught being naughty. Sorry she’s being punished. Sorry she has a Mommy who isn’t willing to simply let her naughtiness slide with a few stern words and a warning to do better.
What she isn’t, yet, is anywhere near repentant. But that will come soon enough.
I’m not immune to her cries, however. Each one rings in my ears, sending little jolts of excitement coursing through my veins. There is no music sweeter than that of my naughty Little girl getting a punishment she richly deserves.
Her kicking becomes more frantic, her struggles more desperate, so I pause just long enough to shift her over my left knee. Locking my right leg over both of hers, I pin her firmly in place and resume spanking. Her entire bottom is a bright, angry pink, verging on red, and it is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Mommy!” My name comes out as a long, plaintive wail, and I know my Little girl is close to breaking. With her locked firmly over my knee, I shift my attention to her sit spots, that extra sensitive area where bottom and thighs meet, where I knowher diaper will rub against the lingering soreness long enough for her to hopefully remember her manners when our family arrives.
At this new attack, her struggles grow even more frenzied, but I only tighten my hold on her as I paddle her bottom to a nice, glowing red.
By the time I’m finished, she is panting for breath, sniffling and whimpering but not quite sobbing. She is exactly where I want her as I let the brush fall to the floor and run my hand over her heated flesh. “Are you ready to be my good girl, Alexis?” I ask softly, stroking her well-punished bottom as I question her.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she chokes out.
“Good.” Reaching below the seat, I pull out a drawer that has everything I need to ensure my naughty girl remembers this punishment for a long, long time.
Alexis
My bottomaches. Even more than it did on the plane, though I would have thought that to be impossible given how hard she’d spanked me then.
What seems even more impossible, however, is how badly I want her to hold me. After my spanking on the plane, she immediately pulled me up onto her lap so she could snuggle me, and I find myself missing that closeness. That…intimacy.
Why, I’m not sure, but the longing is an ache in my chest. And I’m not sure exactly what that says about me.
