“Owie, owie, owie, Mommy! I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll never be naughty again!”
“I think we both know you won’t be able to keep that promise, babygirl. You are a very naughty little baby.”
Even though I know, logically, I don’t really have anything to feel guilty about, the feeling still wells in my chest as tears sting my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mommy!”
Two hard spanks cap off my punishment, and then her hand is on my bottom, stroking and caressing like she did after Ethan spanked me. “My sweet Little girl.” And just like this morning, her fingers drift down between my thighs to where I am once again shamefully, painfully aroused. “The next time Mommy tells you to do something, are you going to listen?”
Sniffling pitifully, I nod my head. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Now, be an extra good girl and show Mommy how pretty you are when you come.”
It’s the only warning I get before her fingers spear me, stroking that hidden bundle of nerves inside me while her thumb presses against my clit. Pressure builds in my core and before long I’m writhing and whimpering over her lap for an entirely different reason.
“Oh, god,” I groan, burying my face in a throw pillow as I press my hips back against her hand. “Sloane… I can’t… please…”
Her free hand swats my sore bottom, reigniting the sting. “What do you call me now, little girl?”
“Mommy!” The word is ripped from me on a scream as pleasure crashes over me, drowning me in sensation as she continues to stroke and squeezed every ounce of pleasure from me. “Mommy, please!”
“Such a good little baby,” she croons. “One more and then you can have your bath, babygirl. Let Mommy feel that greedy little cunt squeezing her fingers.”
I shouldn’t.Weshouldn’t. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize how wrong this is. And yet, I’m powerless to stopthe second wave of pleasure from dragging me under as I scream for Mommy.
“That was beautiful, baby.” Sloane sighs softly as she pulls her finger from my dripping pussy to pat my bottom. “Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up so we can have dinner.”
Sloane
For the firsttime in a decade of marriage, I feel like I truly understand my husband. There is something so fucking addictive about having a Little girl over your knee, whining and whimpering her way through a spanking.
And then through the hottest fucking orgasm ever.
I really,reallyhope I can talk Ethan into letting us keep her, because if not, I might have to leave him. There’s no possible way I can walk away from her after this.
Fuck love at first sight. Mia is an obsession, burrowed so deep beneath my skin I know I’ll never be rid of her.
Upstairs, I lead her to the primary bedroom I share with Ethan. The tub in our bathroom is much larger than either of the guest bathrooms, built specifically with enough room for a Daddy to give his babygirl a bath.
Or, in this case, a Mommy.
“All right, baby. Do you need to potty?”
Red floods Mia’s adorably round cheeks. “Mommy,” she whines, shifting from foot to foot in a dance that tells me she absolutely does need to use the bathroom.
“Arms up, babygirl,” I order as I reach for the hem of Ethan’s shirt. Mia lets out a small huff of air, but does as she’s told and soon she’s standing naked in front of me, her hands moving to try and cover all her naughty bits.
Seriously.
So. Fucking. Cute.
I point to the toilet. “Sit.”
On my babygirl’s face, I watch a war rage. She wants to be a good girl, I can see it in her eyes. But something in her also wants to fight. “I don’t need to potty.”
“Are you lying to me, little girl?”
More dancing as her gaze drops to the ground. “No…”
“Mia Grace.”
