Turning on my heel, I stride to the nursery door and stick my head out into the hallway where Gavin is waiting. His lips twist up in wry amusement when he spots me. “She being stubborn?”
“Incredibly. And she swore at me.”
Wincing, Gavin shakes his head. “Poor thing. Gonna be a rough wake-up call for her.”
“Indeed. I’m going to get her out of her crib. Will you make up her enema for me, please? Oh, and with plenty of soap.” I let my lips curve as Gavin winces again. “Since washing her mouth out hasn’t curbed her swearing habit, perhaps soap in her bottom will help her remember her manners.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
Trusting he’ll do as I’ve asked, I leave him to his task and return to the crib, where my babygirl is still huddled beneath her blanket, oblivious to exactly how much trouble she’s landed herself in.
As much as I’d been looking forward to snuggling my sweet girl this morning, there is a not insubstantial part of me that is thrilled by this turn. I love sweet and cuddly babygirls, but my heart belongs to the brats. The ones who refuse to bend until you force them to break.
And my Little girl is turning out to be quite unbendable, indeed.
Reaching for the latches on her crib, I lower the side railing and lock it into place. Alexis doesn’t even flinch at the sound, which means she’s either doing a very good job of ignoring me, or she’s fallen back to sleep.
Whichever it is, she’s in for a very rude wake-up call.
In one fluid movement, I strip the blanket from her, exposing her diaper-covered bottom. The frilly nightgown I put her to bed in is hiked up to her waist, giving me all the access I need as I take hold of her diaper and wedgie it up between her bottom cheeks.
At the first swat of my hand against her exposed bottom, my Little girl comes alive, wriggling and thrashing and crying out as my handprint blooms on her pale skin.
“Ow! What the—” Twisting around, she stares up at me, her eyes going round as the sleep clears from her eyes and understanding fills her gaze. “Mommy,” she whispers, the single word a prayer of both reverence and fear.
Exactly as it should be.
“Oh, so you do remember who I am.” Still gripping her diaper, I swat her bottom again, earning me another of those outraged howls. “I assumed you’d forgotten since you not only defied me, but swore at me in the process.”
Horror fills the crystal-green of her eyes. “I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean it!”
“It’s a bit late for apologies now, little imp. You were very, very naughty this morning.”
I bring my hand down on her bottom again and again, watching with fascinated delight as the skin turns pink beneath my palm. All the while, Alexis thrashes and cries out, pleading desperately for me to stop.
“Mommy, please! I’ll be good, Mommy, I promise!”
Little girls, in my experience, are always willing to promise the world when they’re in the middle of getting their bottoms spanked. Those promises are very rarely remembered once the sting of a spanking wears off, but for now, I’m willing to let my Little one think she’s won.
After all, the spanking is only the beginning of her punishment.
With two final swats right to her sit-spots, I end her spanking and run my hand over the heated flesh as she whimpers and sniffles in her crib. “Are you ready to be Mommy’s sweet girl now, Alexis Paige?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” A noise from the doorway draws my attention to Gavin and I smile. “We have a big day ahead of us, and we need to get started.”
Big, watery eyes stare up at me, and once again my heart trips in my chest. “What are we doing today?”
“Up on the changing table, and then we can talk all about it.”
Her nose wrinkles, scrunching the scattering of freckles together in the most adorable fashion. But she doesn’t argue, likely since her bottom is still burning from the punishment she just received. She lets me help her out of bed and up onto the table with minimal fuss, and I strap her in place so she doesn’t wriggle around and hurt herself.
“Nowwill you tell me what we’re doing today?”
There’s just a hint of attitude in her tone, enough to tell me her reaction to her spanking was exaggerated for my benefit. No matter, soon she won’t have to exaggerate anything. By the time I’m through with my naughty Little girl, she will be even more sorry than she could ever imagine.
