“Juliet!”
Whipping around, Juliet stares up at her stepbrother-turned-Daddy and I can’t help but grin as she shoves her hands behind her back. As if that is going to stop Jasper from spanking her naughty bottom.
Hands on his hips, Jasper glares down at his recalcitrant Little girl. “Ask Auntie Cat for her hairbrush, and then bring it to me.”
“No, Daddy, not the brush!”
I could make things easy on her and hand it over without her asking. But I also know that being forced to ask is part of the humiliation and, as such, part of her punishment. So I standsilently by, waiting for her to realize it’s in her best interests to obey.
“One, Juliet Sloane.”
Shoulders slumping, Juliet slowly turns to me, her blonde braids dangling forlornly by her face as she drags her feet—literally, with her shiny Mary Janes scraping the sidewalk with each step—over to me. “May I please have your hairbrush, Auntie Cat?”
“Such a polite Little girl,” I praise her as I open my purse to retrieve the wooden-backed hairbrush I keep there. To be honest, it’s really the only reason I carry the purse at all. Here on the island, everyone knows who I am and we all have accounts set up with every store so there’s no need to carry a wallet. But keeping a fearsome implement on hand is a tried-and-true way to keep my Little ones in line, so I carry the brush with me everywhere.
Handing it now to Juliet, I swallow a laugh as she takes it and drags herself back over to stand in front of her Daddy. Jasper props one foot up on the bench just beside the front door of the toy store and in a flash he has Juliet’s diaper off and his Little girl is draped over his knee, her bare bottom waiting for his discipline.
“We have discussed your language over and over again, little girl. If this keeps up, you are going to wear a pacifier strapped into your mouth for a week. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
But her apology is, it seems, too little, far too late. Jasper doesn’t even bother to warm her up with his hand before snapping the hard, wooden back of my brush against her defenseless bottom.
Juliet’s howls fill the air, her feet kicking uselessly as her Daddy peppers her bottom with hard swats.
Leaning down, I slide my hands around my Little girl, cupping her heavy breasts as we watch the scene unfold in front of us. “Do you see that, little imp? That’s what happens to Little girls who misbehave in public.” Her nipples are hard, straining against the fabric of her pretty dress, and I clasp them between my fingers and squeeze until she whimpers. “Naughty Little girls who can’t behave themselves get their bare bottoms spanked no matter who is watching. Do you understand what I’m saying, Alexis Paige?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she whispers, her voice breathless and tight.
Chuckling softly, I nuzzle my nose against her neck, dropping my voice even lower. “Your little nipples are so hard, baby. I bet if I put my hand in your diaper, I’d find you wet and dripping, wouldn’t I? You like the thought of Mommy spanking your naughty bottom in front of everyone, don’t you?”
“No!”
Her response is quick, but lacking any heat. Little liar.
But that’s fine. I know what I know, and I am one hundred percent certain my Little girl is going to find a way to earn herself a very public trip over Mommy’s knee sooner rather than later.
With her breasts still in my hands, we watch together as Jasper paddles his Little one’s bottom, the skin turning pink, then rose, and finally a deep, angry red by the time he’s finished. Naughty Little Juliet lays slumped over his knee, sobbing her heart out as he moves the brush to his other hand so he can rub at her reddened bottom.
“Are you ready to be my good girl now, princess?” he asks softly, the harshness slipping from his tone now that the punishment is over.
“Y-y-yes, Daddy.”
“Take the brush back to Auntie Cat, and then you can have a snuggle.”
Reluctantly pulling my hands away from my own Little girl, I watch as he carefully returns Juliet to her feet, and she takes the brush from him, her cheeks blotchy and her eyes still streaming with tears as she returns it to me.
“Tell Auntie Cat thank you for letting us borrow her brush.”
The color in Juliet’s cheeks deepens even further. “Thank you for letting us borrow your brush, Auntie Cat. I’m sorry I said a naughty word.”
“You’re very welcome, my sweet girl. And thank you for that very nice apology.”
Sniffling back tears, Juliet hands the brush off to me and then turns on her heel to rush back to her Daddy’s arms. Jasper scoops her up, bouncing her lightly in his arms as he soothes and snuggles his very sorry Little girl.
My heart constricts at the sight. This is the family I’ve always dreamed of, and it’s finally complete now that I’ve found my very own Little one.
But when I look down at Alexis, I catch the glint of tears in her eyes. There’s such a look of longing on her face, it makes my chest ache.
