“Yes!” the other girls all say in unison, prompting a chorus of giggles as Juliet’s cheeks flush.
“Sorry, Alexis. I wasn’t trying to be mean.”
“It wasn’tthatmean,” I assure her, partly because it really wasn’t and partly because I can tell her apology is sincere and she’s clearly trying hard to be a good friend. “What’s your favorite?”
“I have a black kitty that was my first. I love her so much.” Her entire face lights up as she talks, and for the first time I feel like I’m seeing Juju, my Uncle Jasper’s Little girl and not Juliet Blackwood, the heiress. Even when she was getting her bottom paddled right in front of us, she didn’t seem quite as Little as she does right in this moment.
“Mine was a unicorn!” Grabbing my hand again, Victoria drags me over to a section of wall that sparkles so brightly I wish I’d brought sunglasses. “Like this! Do you like unicorns?”
“Who doesn’t like unicorns?” I answer with a giggle as I run my gaze over the glittery offerings in front of me. But as much as I do actually like unicorns, nothing really calls to me.
Apparently sensing my hesitation, Victoria gives my hand a squeeze. “It’s okay if you want something else. Let’s keep looking.”
Together with the rest of our friends, we wander up and down the aisles, until my head swims with the overwhelming number of choices. I’m just about to go running back to my Mommy to tell her it’s too hard to pick just one when I spot her. The most perfect stuffie to ever exist.
“Oh.” With a soft sigh, I reach for the giant red panda on the shelf. With her ruddy fur and full cheeks, it feels like I found my soul sister in stuffie form.
Cradling her close, I press my cheek into her soft fur. “She’sbeautiful.”
“Just like you, little imp.”
At my Mommy’s words, my heart swells. And for the first time in my life, I think she might be right.
If my chubby little panda friend is beautiful, maybe I am, too.
Chapter Fifteen
Alexis
Waking in a crib is still weird, but at least it doesn’t come with the same painful wake-up call as the day before. There’s a moment where I’m not quite sure where I am, but then I look around the odd little room and remember.
My crib. My nursery.
My Mommy.
As if merely thinking about her is enough to conjure her, the door to the nursery opens and Mommy steps inside, a warm smile on her face as she crosses the room to my crib. “There’s my sweet Little girl. Did you have a good sleep, baby?”
Pulling my new panda friend—Ruby, I’ve named her—closer, I press my cheek against her fur and nod. “Uh-huh.”
With one of those soft chuckles I’m starting to crave like my next breath, she lowers the bars on my crib to help me out and up onto the changing table. “Sleepy girl. Have you used your diaper yet?”
I crinkle my nose in response. “No. Don’t wanna.”
“Alexis.” A hint of steel enters her voice as her expression hardens. “You know the rules, little one. Do you really want to start your day with a spanking?”
No, but Ialsodon’t want to start it with pissing myself.
But I’m well aware those are my only two options, so I shake my head. “No, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” Once again smiling down at me, she presses a hand to my abdomen. “Close your eyes and just concentrate on being Mommy’s good girl.”
Screwing my eyes shut, I do exactly that. I bring her face into my mind, the pure joy of her smile when I do as I’m told, the way she coos over me when I’ve obeyed.
It proves even more effective than imagining waterfalls and soon my bladder releases, filling my diaper. Heat rushes to my cheeks as Mommy exclaims over me, telling me what a good girl I am while she strips the wet diaper from my body and wipes me clean before helping me down from the changing table.
“Time for your bath, little imp.”
Okay, I don’thatethis part of being her Little girl. I’ve always loved baths and as I learned yesterday, Mommy keeps a whole assortment of bubbles and toys on hand just for me. “Purple bubbles?”
