It’s tempting. So damn tempting to just slip my hand into her diaper and finger-fuck her until she comes screaming.
But I have far better things planned for my sweet babygirl today.
“Hmm. No, I don’t think I will.” Yanking her to me again, I press another hard, hot kiss to her mouth. “Let that needy little cunt be a reminder that Mommy doesnotlike hearing her Little girl doubt herself. If you can be a good girl for Mommy the rest of the day, I will fuck you properly the second we return home.”
“Yes, Mommy.” Now the words are sulky, her bottom lip moving into a pout and I can’t help but chuckle. If she thinks pouting is going to win me over, she obviously hasn’t realized yet how adorable I think she is when she sulks.
“All right, little one. We should get going. Your friends will never forgive us if we make them wait one minute longer than necessary to get into the waterpark.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lexie
The waterpark is even more amazing than I could have dreamed. With different themed areas from a pirate ship to a section full of mermaid sculptures to a sprinkler pad with a giant whale that shoots water out of his head, the whole park is any Little girl’s fantasy come to life. Some of the slides are way too tall, though, and only Nelly and Juju are brave enough to go up that high, and I’m pretty sure Juju only does it to prove she’s not scared. I saw the look on her face before Nelly dragged her up the stairs on the super big slide, and I was almost certain she was about to back down.
Flopping down on the surprisingly sturdy chair next to my Mommy, I pant for breath as my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest.
“Here, little one. Drink your water.”
I wrinkle my nose at the plain liquid in the bottle she tries to hand me. “Can’t I have a soda or something instead?”
It’s a fruitless argument, as I learned early on in my time here on the island. Mommy doesnotcare for soda at all, and no matter how much I whine or plead she never relents.
And judging by the way her brow raises now, she’s no closer to giving in than before. “Water now, and if you don’t whine about it, I’ll let you have some apple juice with lunch.”
“But water is sogross.” I am indeed whining, and I mentally kick myself for it.
For two weeks now, I have been the most perfect, well-behaved Little girl to ever exist. I haven’t argued or whined or broken any rules at all, and it’s all starting to wear on me.
Being perfect honestly kind ofsucks.
But I know I have to keep it up. Because if I can’t be as Little as the others, at least I can be better in other ways. Sweeter, kinder, more well behaved.
Maybe then Mommy will always look at me the way she did in the dressing room when she told me she loved me for the first time. And maybe then she actuallywilllove me best, no matter how cute and tiny Tori and the others are.
“Maybe if you go ask Uncle Donovan really nicely, he’ll share some of those flavor packets he uses for Millie’s water.”
Crossing my arms, I huff out a breath and slide lower in my chair, unable to fight the urge to sulk despite my determination to be The Best Little Girl Ever. “I don’t want flavor packets, I want soda.”
“Do you want a spanking on your wet bottom? Because that’s what you’re going to get if you don’t stop with this attitude.”
Her tone is sharper than usual, or maybe it just seems that way because I’m feeling more Little than normal. Either way, the rebuke has tears stinging my eyes. Two weeks of being so good and I’m about to ruin everything for some soda.
“No, Mommy. I don’t wanna spankin’,” I whisper, my voice thick with unshed tears.
“Then I suggest you drink your water. Now, Alexis Paige.”
Taking the bottle from her hand, I bring the rubber nipple to my lips and suck. The water is surprisingly cold and before long, I’ve drained the bottle despite my protests.
“Good girl,” Mommy praises, her tone softening as she tucks the empty bottle back into the cooler. “Thank you for listening, baby. Why don’t you rest a bit and then we can head back over to the mermaids after lunch?”
“Oh, I wanna go see the mermaids again!” Tori seems to appear out of nowhere, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “Can I come with you, Auntie Cat, pretty please?”
Before I can tell her no, absolutely not, because this ismytime withmyMommy, I’m cut off by Mommy’s low laughter. “As long as it’s all right with your Daddy, little one.”
“Yay! Daddy, can I go see the mermaids with Auntie Cat? Please, please, please?”
Uncle Max looks up from the phone he’s been frowning at. “Actually, that would be great if you don’t mind, Cat. I’ve got a bit of a work emergency, so I may need to pop home for a bit.”
