It isn’t until she asks that question that I realize the burning isn’t an accident. It’s entirely on purpose.
“Wh-what did you do to me?”
“It’s just a little peppermint oil, little imp.” As she speaks, she moves the cock in and out of my bottom, fucking me with it. And with every stroke, the burn in my poor little hole worsens. “No long-term ill effects, but you will certainly remember this punishment, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mommy, I’ll remember it forever justpleasetakeitout!”
The last part of my plea comes out in a single rush of air right before I collapse over her knee, a choking sob rising in my chest as she fucks my burning bottom hole even faster.
“Not just yet, baby. Mommy needs to make sure her babygirl truly understands the error of her ways.” She drives the cock even deeper inside me, dragging a strangled cry from my lips. “Now, the next time Mommy tells you to do something, what do you think your response should be?”
“Y-yes, M-Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
Her praise washes over me, and even though I’m still in pain, still regretting every life choice that’s led me to this moment, something inside me warms at the sound of it.
“And the next time you don’t want to do something Mommy has asked you to do, are you going to cuss at Mommy?”
“No, Mommy, I promise!”
“That’s my good, sweet Little girl. And just so we are very, very clear, all of these rules apply for any of the adults in your life. Gavin as well as all your uncles and anyone else who might be looking after you when Mommy isn’t around. If I ever find out you’ve forgotten your manners with someone else, I promise you won’t sit comfortably for a week. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Alexis Paige?”
The cock in my bottom doesn’t so much as pause during her lecture, and by the time she’s finished, I’m a snotty, weeping mess over her knee. “Yes, Mommy,” I manage to whisper past the tears clogging my throat. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I believe you, little imp. But I also know that it can be very hard for Little girls to remember their manners, which is why Mommy has to be so strict with you right from the start.”
Maybe she’s gotten to me more than I realize, because fuck me if that doesn’t actually make sense in a very messed-up kind of way. “I understand, Mommy.”
“My sweet little baby. You took your punishment so well. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Before I can ask what she means, she moves her leg, releasing her hold on me. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, little imp. And raise your hips up just a bit.”
It’s a little awkward, but I manage to get in position, my full and aching bottom raised up from her lap. I hear the buzzing before I feel it, and a moment later my body is alive withsensation. Pleasure floods my system, mixing with the pain from my spanking and Mommy’sotherpunishment.
“Mommy, please!” Whatever dignity I might have had before meeting Catharina Montgomery has long since fled. Which means there is nothing to stop me from begging for my pleasure as I raise my hips even higher, desperate for more pressure from the toy in her hand.
“Shh, baby. Mommy knows exactly what you need.”
And she does. Shifting the toy forward, she presses it ever more insistently against my swollen clit. Pleasure explodes inside me, shattering me from the inside as my screams echo around my nursery.
“Oh, that was beautiful.” Her tone is soft, almost reverent as she turns the toy off again and pulls the cock from my bottom before she gathers me in her arms, rocking me softly as my body shudders from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “What a precious little gift you are, my sweet Alexis Paige.”
Closing my eyes, I snuggle into her embrace. And for a moment, I’m able to convince myself that she might actually mean all those pretty things she says.
Chapter Seven
Catharina
I could sit here forever, with my sniffling, whimpering babygirl on my lap. But the others will be here soon, and they are eager to meet the final member of our little family.
So it’s with great reluctance that I give her one final squeeze. “Come on, little one. Time to get you dressed.”
To my surprise, she presses herself even more tightly against me and shakes her head. “Please don’t make me.”
It’s not so much the plea itself, as the genuine upset I hear in her tone that has me pausing. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you not like your clothes? I know they aren't your usual style, but I tried to pick out some things you might like.” If she truly hates them that much, we’ll visit Solene tomorrow and get her an entirely new wardrobe.
“No, it’s not that. They’resopretty, really. It’s just… I’m too fat for them.”
