“I will. Promise.” And that’s an easy promise to keep since I didn’t actually agree I would treat her with the “same respect” as any other guest in our home. I only promise to be perfectly lovely.
And I can think of nothing more lovely than having her come all over my tongue after I spank her ass red.
Ethan’s eyes narrow, as if he can see right through my ruse. But he doesn’t comment. He only nods sharply before he turns and pulls the door open to leave.
The second it closes behind him, I turn to my guest. “All right, babygirl. Bath, dinner, and then we can cuddle up on the couch and binge some of those princess movies I heard you like so much.”
Mia’s nose wrinkles. “I don’t need a bath.”
My heart trips in my chest at her defiance. Is she really going to give me an opportunity to spank her perfect ass so soon? “Well I say you need one and I’m in charge.”
Huffing out a breath, she crosses her arms beneath her pert breasts. “You arenotin charge! I’m a Big girl, I don’t have to listen to you.”
God, could she possibly be any more perfect?
Putting on my best “I’m the boss of you” face, I step forward, closing the distance between us to grip her chin between my fingers. When I force her head back, her eyes go wide, her pupils blowing out to eat up the golden-green of her irises.
“You are not a Big girl,” I say, my voice dropping to a deadly purr. “You are a very Little girl, in desperate need of a Mommy to take you in hand. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
CHAPTER 5
MIA
Fear and need slam into me in equal measure as I stare up into Sloane’s dark eyes. “A… a Mommy?”
“Yes, babygirl.” Her thumb brushes over my bottom lip as her mouth curves up into a smile. “You’ve needed someone to take care of you for a long time, haven’t you? That’s why you called your Daddy to come rescue you. Because you knew he would come and save you and take care of everything.”
Guilt joins the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me. “That’s not… I just needed help. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
My eyes widen with surprise. “You’re not?”
“No. Maybe at first. But not now.”
“What changed?”
Her smile deepens. “Everything. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let Mommy give you a bath, or do you need that bottom spanked nice and red first?”
There’s a part of me that desperately wants to be good. A part that’s fueled by the lingering fear of the pain of Carl’s hand striking my face.
But deep down, I know I’m in no danger here. As fucking weird as the last twenty-four hours have been, I know in my soul Ethan and Sloane would never actuallyharmme.
So it’s that other side of me, the side Ethan so effortlessly tapped into, that rises to the surface now. “I don’twannatake a bath!”
And when Sloane’s eyes flash with excitement, I know it was exactly the right response. “Naughty little baby. A spanking it is, and then you can have your bath.”
This is wrong. So very, very wrong. And yet, I find myself sinking into that role I haven’t been allowed to fully embrace in far too long. The role I’ve been fighting from the moment Ethan picked me up and buckled me into his big black truck.
“No, Mommy!” I cry as Sloane takes hold of my arm to drag me toward the couch. “I don’t wanna spankin’!”
“Too bad, little girl.” With a deftness I wouldn’t have expected of her, Sloane sits and pulls me straight over her lap, flipping Ethan’s shirt up and tugging my panties to my knees just like she did this morning. “You’ve been very naughty and it’s Mommy’s job to teach you to be a good girl again.”
Her hand, smaller and softer than her husband’s, slams into my bottom and I yelp at the surprising pain the swat leaves behind. She might not be as strong as Ethan, but that doesn’t mean she can’t spank plenty hard.
In fact, she spanks hard enough that it only takes a half-dozen or so swats for my fight-and-flight instincts to kick in. “Mommy, no! It hurts! It’s too hard!”
“It’s just the right amount of hard for Mommy’s naughty Little girl,” she says without breaking her rhythm. She covers every inch of my bare bottom, including my sensitive sit-spots as I kick and cry over her lap.
