“What was that?”
She must have understood what he was looking for, because she said, “I’ll take the discipline, Sir.” A snide look curled her lips. “But you can’t see me naked!”
Kendrick scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, honey. I have a date with the only woman for me later tonight. This has nothing to do with anything except wanting to give you exactly what you deserve. You’re due a valuable lesson, young lady. And it’s high time you learned it!”
With that, he took her by the elbow and marched her toward the house.
Oh, he was going to enjoy every second of this.
But she sure wouldn’t.
Chapter Seventeen
Samantha had never felt so humiliated in all her life.
There was a room on the third floor of Auntie Athena’s place, a dreaded space that the Littles only talked about in hushed whispers.
The spanking room.
Auntie Athena didn’t like taking cuties there. She’d made that much clear. Athena would much rather discuss things, give second chances, and dispense hugs instead of discipline.
But sometimes, well… a Little was so naughty that even Auntie Athena couldn’t look the other way.
Like right now. And Samantha was that Little.
Or Tonya was.
It didn’t matter who was getting blamed for this, Samantha thought. Tonya had started as a way to disassociate herself and live the life she’d always dreamed of. But there would be no way to disassociate from the pain that awaited her bottom.
Ouch!
This was going to suck.
Wearing a diaper didn’t seem like such a bad idea now. At least then the soft, cottony cushioning would absorb the paddle’s impact. As it was, she only had the thin layers of her jeans andpanties to shield her cheeks, and she doubted they’d do much good.
The thud of the door closing jarred Samantha. She turned around to see Auntie Athena wearing a stern gaze. Yet there was still something caring in her eyes. There always was.
Kendrick stood next to her.
That’s what made Samantha the most nervous.
She wasn’t sure why, either. Was it because he probably spanked harder than Athena? Or was it because she was worried he’d recognize her? They were in very close proximity. This was an intimate moment, of sorts. If he was going to realize who Tonya truly was, this was the sort of moment when it would happen.
That fear, combined with the dreaded anticipation of the discipline, had her heart beating overtime. Part of her wanted to run. She knew the rules—Auntie Athena would never force punishment on anyone. That was illegal, anyway. But Auntie wasn’t that type of person.
But if a Little chose to say, well, they had to subject themselves to the rules.
And even though Tonya was never appearing at the nursery after today—she’d be in New York City, for all everyone knew—Samantha still couldn’t bring herself to duck out on this.
She’d earned it.
What’s going on with you? You actually feel guilty about how big a brat you’ve been? You actually want to do the right thing and accept your consequences? Tonya wouldn’t care. She’d get out of there and leave others to deal with her fallout.
Samantha tried desperately to silence the voice in her head. It wasn’t helping any.
She had a bigger problem right now, anyway. Kendrick was looking closely at her. Almost studying her.
Oh no! This is it! He realizes who I am!
