Once we’ve gone a solid fifteen minutes without passing another person, I tug on her hand to slow her down. “All right, little girl. Time for you to learn how to pick a switch.”
Bottom lip trembling, Mia pouts up at me. “What if I promise to be the best-behaved Little girleverfor the rest of my whole life?”
“That would be a very big promise for such a Little girl to keep,” I respond seriously, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when her shoulders slump. “But you’re welcome to try. After Mommy punishes you for not following instructions.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she says with a sigh.
Pulling a pocketknife from our bag, I gesture to the trees. “You pick and Mommy will cut. Make sure it’s nice and green and not too stiff.”
I let go of her hand so she can wander. Worry twists her expression as she carefully inspects several trees, perfect white teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as she makes her selection.
Finally, she stops to point at a branch. “Is that one okay, Mommy?”
It’s a long, slender branch, the perfect tool to teach my naughty girl a lesson. “That’s perfect, baby. Unbuckle your overalls and pull them down to your knees while Mommy cuts your switch.”
She reaches for the first strap, her gaze darting this way and that while she works the button free. “But what if someone sees?”
“Then they’ll know you’re a very naughty Little girl with a Mommy who cares enough to help you learn to be a verygoodLittle girl.”
The truth is, this path is one of the lesser known in our area, and seeing as how it’s ten in the morning on a Wednesday, I am fairly confident we won’t be caught. But the risk is still there, and the thrill of it pumps through my veins as I saw her chosen branch from the tree.
By the time I finish, she has her overalls down around her knees, shifting nervously from foot to foot as she waits.
“Good girl. Put your hands on this tree right here, with your bottom pushed out for your switching.”
Her breath catches, but she does as she’s told, slowly leaning forward to press her hands to the bark. Gripping her hips, I pull her back a bit, forcing her bottom out even further. When she’s finally situated exactly how I want her, I tug her panties to her knees with her overalls and tap the switch against her naked bottom.
“Now, let’s talk about following directions, little girl.”
CHAPTER 13
MIA
Fear and excitement are twin flames inside me, each setting me ablaze as I wait for the first strike of Mommy’s switch.
And then it comes, a different fire altogether, stinging and burning a thin line across my bare skin. A squeal bursts out of me before I think to stop myself from making any noise and I rise up on my tiptoes as if that will help me escape my punishment.
“When Mommy tells you to wait, youwait, Mia Grace.”
Two more lines of hellfire blaze across my bottom. “I will, Mommy, I’m sorry!”
“I certainly hope you will.” Again she whips the switch across my bare flesh, this time catching that sensitive area where my ass and thighs meet, and I know I’ll be feeling this spanking all day. “Because the next time I have to punish you for not following instructions, I will also be calling your Daddy so he can hear you getting your naughty bottom spanked.”
Another lick of the switch as arousal pools between my thighs. The thought of anyone witnessing me getting spanked has always been a fantasy of mine. But the thought ofDaddylistening in while Mommy spanks me…
It’s beyond anything I ever even dared to want before.
Over and over the switch falls, crisscrossing my bottom with welts as I clench my thighs against the throbbing in my pussy. My pleas for mercy fill the still forest air, going completely ignored by my strict Mommy.
By the time she stops, every inch of my bottom and the tops of my thighs are on fire and tears are streaming down my cheeks. Stepping forward, she cups my bottom, giving the aching flesh a hard squeeze.
“Are you going to be a good Little girl and do as Mommy tells you to the rest of the day, baby?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good. Mommy’s going to take a picture of your pretty welts, and then we’ll get those overalls back up so we can finish our hike.”
Humiliation floods every cell in my body as I listen to her shifting behind me, presumably taking those pictures she mentioned. When she’s finished, she bends down, reaching for my panties, but then she stops and her quiet laughter reaches my ears. “Oh, my. Did my naughty baby enjoy her switching?”
