Right. Just clothes. And Mommy had already said she could speak up if she didn’t like what she picked out.Andit wasn’t like Kylie had a ton of clothes she didn’t like anyway. So, really, the odds of Mommy picking out something she would be absolutely horrified to wear were pretty slim.
Unless she went digging and found the stash of onesies Kylie kept hidden away in the bottom drawer of her dresser. While she wasprettysure her Little wasn’t any younger than four at the very youngest, she liked the way the onesies fit and the way they hugged her whole body.
But even those could be hidden with a cute skirt. Or a pair of shorts or something. So it was fine.
Really, it was totally, absolutely fine.
Chapter Twelve
Addison
Interesting.
Her Little girl had visibly panicked at the idea of letting Addison pick out her clothes. Was it Addison specifically, or giving someone else that kind of control she was balking at?
Something to ask her about, certainly. For now, she had a Little girl to dress again, and the excitement was already zipping through her veins as she pulled open the top drawer.
Meticulous, as she’d expected. Every pair of underwear was perfectly folded, alongside multiple varieties of tights she’d never actually seen Kylie wearing. While she’d worn the thick white tights as part of her uniform, there were plenty of others in the mix with various different designs, even some with glittery threads running through them that tugged at the “Mommy” inside Addison. And, really, it was still cool enough in early March to justify the extra layers, so…
She chose a pair of white and black tights after realizing that the black half of the design on each leg was actually a cat. With the tights she paired a sparkly black tutu, but she still needed a shirt.
Kneeling in front of the dresser, she opened the bottom drawer and began carefully shifting through the perfectly folded shirts. And then she found it, at the bottom of the drawer, a white t-shirt withMommyprinted in a bold, glittery font on the front. Pulling the shirt free, she held it up—and paused.
Not a t-shirt. A onesie.
Well, well. Her Little girl was just full of surprises, wasn’t she?
“I’m ba—What are you doing?”
Laying the onesie on top of the other clothes she’d selected, Addison rocked back on her heels and rose to her feet, turning to face her frowning Little boy. “Picking out Kylie’s clothes for the day.”
Daniel’s eyes went almost comically round. “She let you pick out her clothes?”
“Yes. Though she did seem somewhat… unnerved by the request.”
“Yeah, I bet. She picks out all her outfits for the week on Sunday night. I’m surprised she let you change the plan.”
Setting the clothes on the bed, Addison sat and crooked her finger, gesturing for him to come to her. He looked adorable, as always, in one of his infamous graphic tees, baggy jeans, and his beat up Converse sneakers.
And he looked even more adorable now, with his cheeks flushed pink as he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Does Kylie often struggle to adapt to changes in her routine?” she asked as she reached for the button on his jeans.
“Always. It’s easier if it’s her idea, but… Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Um, why are you taking my jeans off?”
Chuckling, she took his hand and guided him down across her knees. “Because, silly boy, naughty boys always get spanked on their bare bottoms.”
“Spanked?”
“Mmm, yes.” Unlike that first spanking she’d given him, now she took her time, running her trimmed nails over his bare bottom, admiring the little bumps that popped up along his skin. “You and your sister were very naughty, not setting an alarm so you could be up on time for your Mommy.”
A soft whine slipped from him before he seemingly caught himself and smothered it. “But we didn’t mean to be naughty!”
Oh, how sweet was he? Even when she’d spanked him that first time he hadn’t sounded quite so Little as he did now. “I know, baby, which is why this is more of a reminder spanking than a punishment. So the next time Mommy says to be ready by nine, you’ll set an alarm and be up on time, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mommy,” he said with an adorably resigned sigh.
