“I don’t give a fuck about—ow!” Just like she did a moment ago, Catharina fists her hand in my hair, yanking my head up.
“My Little girl doesnotuse those naughty words. One more and I will march you into the bathroom to scrub them all out of your mouth.”
You wouldn’t dare.The words tremble on my tongue, but considering I’m bare-assed over her knee with my skin on fire from the painful swats she’s already landed, it seems pretty clear she absolutely would dare.
Releasing her hold on my hair, she spanks me again, shocking me with how hard her delicate hand feels on my butt.
“You have been a very naughty Little girl, Alexis. Pretending to be other people, scamming them out of their money.”
“It’s not like they couldn’t afford it!”
That was the wrong response, apparently, because the next spank is even harder, enough to have tears burning in my eyes.
“It doesn’t matter if they could afford it or not. You lied and you stole and now you are getting your bottom spanked like the naughty girl you are. Kerry, bring me my purse and my other bag, please.”
My whole ass feels like it’s on fire, and with every swat I’m growing more and more desperate to end my punishment. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!”
“I know you won’t. But Mommy needs to make sure her Little girl has been properly punished for her naughtiness.”
To my relief, the spanking stops and I let out a shuddering breath. “I’ve learned my lesson, I swear. No more scamming people.”
At least, no more scamming people using the likeness of someone like Catharina Montgomery. Only low-profile hotties from here on out.
High heels step into my line of vision. Kerry, I assume, bringing Catharina her purse. Pretty, perfect Kerry, watching me get my bare, jiggling butt spanked like a naughty child.
“Thank you, Kerry.” Something hard taps against my ass and I immediately freeze. What the hell is that?
“Do I have your attention now, Alexis Paige, or do you need some more time to settle down?”
“I guess that depends on which option gets me off this plane fastest.”
Again, I know it’s the wrong response even before she speaks. Damn me and my smartass mouth. Catharina sighs and taps the hard thing in her hand against my bare skin again. “I’m going to have my hands full with you, I can see. But since you are new to all this, I’ll give you one more chance to answer meproperlybefore I decide to get mean. Are you ready for your punishment, Alexis?”
Hell no. I have to physically roll my lips together to keep the response from slipping free. Whatever she has planned for me,there’s obviously no escape, at least right now. Better to just go along with it until I can figure out my escape.
Leaning into my “repentant little girl” role, I force my voice to go soft and submissive. It’s a tone the men in my DMs have fallen all over themselves for when I’ve sent them sexy little voice messages, and something tells me Catharina will fall for it just as easily. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl.” As I’d expected, her own tone is much more gentle than before. “A good hard paddling with Mommy’s hairbrush will put this whole nonsense behind us.”
Herhairbrush?
Before I can question her, fire explodes across my ass, a thousand tiny needles piercing my skin. My decision to just go along with her plans flies out the window as another agonizing swat lands on my opposite cheek.
“Fuck,that hurts! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Desperate to stop the assault, I throw my hand behind me to try and cover at least some of my ass. But Catharina doesn’t miss a beat as she grabs my wrist, pinning it to my side while she lands another set of searing, painful swats.
“Once we’re in the air, you are getting that filthy mouth washed out. Such naughty language for such a Little girl.”
I’m not little. Nothing about me could be defined as little in any sense of the word.
But right now I certainlyfeelLittle. Between her stern tone and the crack of her brush against my ass, I feel very much like a naughty child being taken to task by her Mommy.
And it isn’t long before the pain becomes more than I can bear. “Please.” The word is a strangled whisper. “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, Iswear.”
“There’s my good girl. We’re so close now, little one. Stop fighting me and we can be done.”
Again that infernal brush connects with the lowest part of my ass, the sensitive skin right at the tops of my thighs and tears fill my eyes. “I’msorry,” I wail, all of the fight leaving my body at once as I collapse over her knee, my breaths coming in huge, gulping sobs.
