Frustrated, I let out an annoyed huff. “You know what I mean!”
“No, I don’t, because my naughty baby isn’t using her words.”
God. She’s really going to make me spell it out for her, isn’t she? Sadistic wench.
But I have the presence of mind at least not to say that to her face, since I’m absolutely positive she would make it a point toprove to me exactly how sadistic she can be. “Please touch my—my pussy.”
My delighted gasp echoes around the bathroom as her fingers move to my bare lips, stroking between the swollen folds. “Such a good little baby, telling Mommy exactly what she needs. Do you want Mommy to make you feel good, babygirl?”
She already is, but I want more.Needmore, because it feels like I might die if she doesn’t make me come again. “Yes, Mommy. Please, please, I want… I need…”
“My pretty girl,” she purrs as she works my swollen clit, tightening that coil of need low in my belly. “I love the way you whine and beg, baby. Beg me some more, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
Any sense of dignity I had has long since fled. And so I beg, I plead, I even cry in sheer desperation when she threatens to stop.
Finally, blessedly, she shoves me over the cliff’s edge of pleasure and I scream, water spilling over the edge of the tub as I thrash and buck under her commanding touch.
I’m panting, my ears still ringing and my system still buzzing from my second orgasm of the night when I hear her heavy sigh.
“Naughty, naughty baby. Look at this mess you’ve made. Mommy’s going to have to punish you now.”
Sloane
My babygirl’seyes go wide and her bottom lip trembles when I issue my decree.
“But… it wasn’t my fault!” she whines, her chest still heaving with deep, ragged breaths. Just above the water, I can see her breasts quivering, droplets of water sliding from her pale skin, and it’s all I can do not to drag her into my bed to ride her pretty little face until I come all over her tongue.
Feigning disappointment, I shake my head. “You were the one thrashing around and spilling water everywhere. Up on your knees, little girl.”
It isn’t fair. I know very fucking well I’m not being the least bit fair right now.
And I don’t care.
The only thing that matters to me right now is watching sweet little Mia’s bottom turn a nice bright pink under my palm again.
For a moment, I think she’s going to rebel. Which is perfectly fine by me. Ethan keeps a bath brush in the linen closet, which I’d be more than happy to test on a naughty girl’s bare bottom.
Unfortunately, Mia is a good girl at heart, and she slowly rolls in the water, pushing up onto her hands and knees, her bare, wet bottom rising up over the water.
She’s a vision, the ends of her curls damp from all her thrashing, her skin already pink from the heat of the water. And when I run my hand over the swell of her generous ass, she trembles so beautifully for me.
Raising my hand, I bring it down on her left cheek, drawing a shocked squeal from the sweet babygirl in front of me. My handprint blooms on her skin, and I don’t even bother to hold back the sigh of happiness the sight draws from deep inside me.
“Such a naughty baby, making a mess all over the floor.” I repeat the punishment on her right cheek. “Now Mommy has tospank this pretty bottom so next time you remember to be more careful.”
Over and over I swat her, until her bottom has turned a gorgeous rose color all over and every spank is drawing a low, pitiful whine from my babygirl. Once she’s been properly “punished”, I pause, running my hand over her warm flesh. “Are you going to be a good girl and not make any more messes, baby?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she whispers, her voice thick with unshed tears. Someday, hopefully soon, I’m going to pull those tears from her, either with pain or pleasure, until she’s a sobbing, incoherent mess.
But for now, I’m satisfied, even if my body aches for her touch. Giving her bottom one final pat, I reach for the washcloth again. “All right, babygirl. Let’s finish your bath and then Mommy will make you dinner.”
Mia sniffles pitifully. “Movies?” she asks, her voice full of hope.
“Of course.” Pouring more body wash onto the cloth in my hand, I smile. “Whatever my Little girl wants.”
CHAPTER 7
ETHAN
