A second line of fire scorches my ass, just below the first. “O!”
Tears blur my vision as the third stroke lands across my sensitive sit-spots. “M!”
The fourth catches the tops of my thighs and I choke on a sob as pain engulfs my entire bottom. “M!”
When the final lick lands, overlapping the first two, I can barely get out the last later. “Y!”
“My good girl,” she croons, stroking my enflamed skin. “And what does that spell, baby?”
“M-Mommy!”
“Very good. And what is theonlyname you are allowed to call me?”
“Mommy. I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, my sweet girl.” Her hand continues to stroke my welts, soothing and arousing at the same time. It seems impossible I should be at all turned on right now when I’m in so much pain, but I all I want is to lift my hips and beg her to fuck me. “But we still have one more round to go.”
A desperate groan slips from me as I bury my face in the pillow. “Mommy, no!”
“Yes, little girl. You were naughty twice, so you get your bottom whipped twice.”
It’s all the warning I get before the belt snaps down against my aching bottom again. I manage to choke out each letter, once again spelling out Mommy’s name. By the time my punishment ends, I’m sobbing and sore and want nothing more than to lie in bed feeling sorry for myself.
But then the bed dips and Mommy is pulling me into her arms, whispering soft words of praise as she rubs the sting from my welted bottom. Burrowing into her softness, I cry and force out strangled promises of eternal good behavior we both know I won’t be able to keep.
Eventually, my tears fade and I’m left exhausted as I slump against her heavy breasts with a sigh.
“My good girl,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “That was an awfully big cry for such a Little girl. Do you feel better, baby?”
To my surprise, I actually do. Much of the heaviness I’ve been carrying with me ever since I made the choice to call Ethan has lifted and I actually feel… good.
“Lots better,” I say, snuggling closer. “Now I’m just hungry.”
Her breasts vibrate with her laughter. “All right. Let’s go get some food in that cute tummy, and then Mommy has a big surprise for her good Little girl.”
Mia
My surprise,it turns out, is a trip to the mall. According to Mommy, I don’t have nearly enough clothes or shoes, along with a whole list of things she insists a Little girl needs.
Not that I’m protesting. It’s been ages since I could indulge my love of shopping the way I could when I was with Ethan and excitement pulses through my veins as Mommy leads me into the mall.
“Comeon,” I urge, tugging on her hand as I try to run ahead.
“Slow down, babygirl,” she says with a laugh, pulling me back to her side. “We have all day to shop until we drop.”
Falling in step beside her, I let out an annoyed huff. “Okay, but you’re still walking too slow.”
My response earns me a raised brow. “Do we need to find a bathroom for me to teach my naughty Little girl some manners?”
Uh-oh. She sounds serious. “Um, no, Mommy. I’ll be good.”
“Hmm. Well, just so you know, I have some things tucked in my purse just in case, so I suggest you be on your best behavior.”
The ache between my thighs that seems to never fade in her presence flares to life. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
My face is still burning with embarrassment when a glimpse of pink tulle catches my eye and I stop to stare at the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “Oh, Mommy, look! Isn’t it pretty?”
