“I know, I was just so ‘cited!”
“That’s no excuse for ignoring the rules, Mia Grace. You know better.”
Shoulders slumping forward, she heaves a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck me, she’s exactly how I remember her. Soft and sweet with a hint of brattiness that makes my palm physically itch to spank her naughty little bottom.
With her upper body washed, I pat her leg. “Up on your knees, angel, so Daddy can wash your bottom and your legs.”
The blush that hasn’t quite faded from her cheeks darkens. “Don’t wanna.”
“Mia.” I let a hint of steel into my voice as I pin her with a stern look. “Do you want a spanking?”
“No! No spanking!”
“Then do as you’re told, little girl.”
Heaving another deep, dramatic sigh, she shifts up onto her hands and knees, presenting her perfect, round ass for my inspection. There are a couple lingering welts from Sloane’s switch, and I can’t help but run my fingertips over the marks.
“Did she tell you how she got those welts?”
Looking up, I meet Sloane’s smug gaze and something stirs deep inside me. Something dark and primal and utterly wrong on every possible level. “She said you switched her because she was naughty and didn’t wait for you to open her car door.”
“Mmhmm.” Crossing the room, Sloane kneels beside me, reaching for Mia’s swaying tits. “I pulled her cute little overalls down and switched her bare bottom right there in the middle of the woods. She was so worried we’d get caught, weren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, M-Mommy.” Mia’s breath catches as Sloane pinches her nipple.
“But when our Little girl is naughty, it’s our job to teach her right from wrong, no matter who might see. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
It isn’t right. It's wrong, so wrong.
And I want it so badly I don’t fucking care.
“That’s right, angel.” Lathering my fingers, I press them against my babygirl’s tight little bottom hole. “So the next time Mommy gives you an instruction, are you going to listen?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Mia’s voice pitches up to a squeak as I work my soap-slicked finger inside her. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, I’ve heard that promise plenty. But you never seem to be able to keep it very long, my naughty little angel.”
“She isverynaughty,” Sloane agrees, her voice thick with desire in a way I’ve never heard before. “I think she’s going to need regular spankings from both of us to keep her in line.”
“Mommy, no!” Mia whines, rocking forward in what I can only assume is a misguided attempt to dislodge my finger from her ass. “I don’t need spankings! I’m a good girl!”
“You are a very good girl,” I assure her, pushing my finger even deeper inside her. “A very good girl who likes to push the envelope and see what kinds of things she can get away with. So I think Mommy’s right. We’re going to have to keep this bottom nice and red so you remember exactly where those lines are drawn.”
Mia continues to whine and whimper as Sloane and I torment her. Moisture that has nothing to do with her bath trickles down the inside of her thigh, telling me she isn’t hating our attention as much as she pretends to.
I slide my free hand under her stomach to her swollen clit, pulling more of those sweet, needy little whines from her as she wriggles and writhes between us.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise softly, stroking her pussy as I continue finger-fucking her bottom with my wife tugging and twisting her pretty rosy nipples. “Come for us, angel. Show Mommy how pretty you are when Daddy makes you come.”
It takes almost no time at all to pull that familiar, keening cry from my babygirl. And when I lock eyes with the woman I vowed to love and cherish until death do we part as my ex-girlfriend thrashes and cries between us, I know our lives will never be the same.
Sloane
My heart is so full,watching my husband with our Little girl. He’s a natural Daddy, playful yet stern when necessary, and from my experience with Mia this past week, she’ll be giving him plenty of opportunities to be stern.
“All right, angel,” he says as he plucks her out of the bath to wrap her in a large fluffy towel. “Time to get dressed. Do you want me or Mommy to pick out your clothes today?”
