Hope beats at my chest. As happy as I am to see them together, there is a small part of me that’s worried I’ll be pushed out. Worried that now that they have each other, they won’t need me.
But then Mia’s face lights up and she looks over at me and I realize I never had anything to worry about at all. “Mommy!”
Relief makes my knees weak. “Okay, baby, Mommy will pick something for you to wear. Daddy, do you want to get her dried off and into her diaper while I pick out her clothes?”
At that, Mia’s expression turns mulish, and my heart leaps with dark, giddy joy at the sight. “No diaper.”
Ethan’s gaze slides to mine, an unspoken question.What do you want to do?
I know what I absolutely do not want to do. I donotwant to waste all the effort I put into getting our Little girl to have an accident so I could have an excuse to put her in the diapers her Daddy so enjoys.
So I put on my best “Stern Mommy” face and prepare to out-stubborn my babygirl. “We had an agreement, Mia Grace. If you didn’t have any accidents until Daddy got home, we wouldn’t make you wear a diaper. But you did have an accident, didn’t you, little girl?”
Red floods her cheeks but the set of her jaw only firms. “That wasn’t my fault!”
She’s right, it wasn’t, but I’m not about to let that pesky little detail get in my way. “Oh? Was it some other Little girl who wet herself in my bed last night, then?”
Mia’s bottom lip puffs out in her signature over-the-top pout. “No, Mommy.”
“Then I suggest you stop arguing with me and let Daddy put a diaper on you.”
But I can already tell my suggestion is in vain. She’s too far gone, too deep in her Little space to think clearly. “No! No diaper!” Wiggling free of Ethan’s grasp, she takes off, the towel falling to the floor as she bolts.
“Mia Grace!” Ethan’s furious voice echoes through the house. “You stop right there, little girl!”
Skidding to a stop just in front of our bedroom door, Mia spins around, her hands flying behind her to cover her bare bottom. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
I watch, fascinated, as my husband strides forward and scoops our babygirl up with such effortless strength it knocks the air from my lungs. In a ridiculously smooth move, not at all dulled by the decade he’s spent not being a Daddy, he sits on the edge of our bed and flips her over his knee.
His large hand practically covers her entire ass when he lands that first spank. Pink blooms on her bare skin and Mia lets out a loud, distressed cry.
“Daddy, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t spank me!”
“Oh, little girl,” Ethan growls, landing another swat on her bare bottom. “You don’t even know the meaning of sorry yet.”
CHAPTER 16
MIA
Owie, owie, owie!
Daddy’s hand falls hard and fast against my bare bottom. My skin is still damp from my bath, amplifying the sting, and agony quickly engulfs me as he spanks every inch of my backside down to the tops of my thighs.
“You donottell your Mommy ‘no’, Mia Grace,” Daddy growls, focusing a set of searing swats on my sensitive sit spots. “Especially in the tone of voice you were just using. My Little girl is sweet and polite, not a rude little brat.”
Now it’s my heart that aches, even more than my bottom and tears of true remorse spring to my eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, Daddy, I promise!”
“Good,” he grunts, focusing on my right bottom cheek for so long I can’t help but howl and kick at the increasingly unbearable sting. “And the next time I catch you running in the house, I will take my belt to your bottom. You know how dangerous that is, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
By the time he ends my punishment, I’m a sobbing, snotty mess, limp and boneless over his lap. Cupping my aching ass in his large hand, he gives it a hard squeeze.
“Are you ready to be our good girl now, angel?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” I manage to choke out.
“Good. I’m going to sit you up now and you’re going to apologize to Mommy.”
