Even if he does, I tell myself it doesn’t actuallymeananything. They just want to take me home with them to play, not to keep.
The thought makes me want to weep.
I’m distracted from my grief by Mommy raising her brow. “Gremlin?”
Daddy chuckles. “Yes. Because she’s an unrepentant brat and a holy terror when she puts her mind to it.”
“Interesting.” A smirk tugs at Mommy’s mouth. “She’s not a terror for me. Maybe you need to be more strict with her.”
“You’re probably right.” Daddy’s sigh is deep and dramatic, and despite the way Mommy’s mouth twitches, I can’t help but let out a long, plaintive whine.
“No, Daddy, you don’t need to be more strict! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Then I suggest you start by letting Mommy bare your bottom for your spanking, naughty girl.”
With another pitiful whine, I all but throw myself over Mommy’s lap. The back of the car is crowded, but I’m short enough my feet barely touch the opposite door. Moving me as if I weigh nothing, they shift me so I’m stretched over both their thighs, in the perfect position for either of them to spank me.
Great.
Flipping up my skirt, Mommy tugs my leggings and panties down, baring me to both their gazes. Her soft hand rests on my naked bottom, and I shiver again at her gentle touch.
“When Mommy or Daddy gives you an instruction, you listen, little girl. Are we understood?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
My bottom is still sore from the very thorough paddling she gave me on Wednesday night to “remind me to be on my best behavior” during our zoo trip. Even though we’d agreed to come to the zoo as “just friends”, she’d been very clear that she still expected me to be her sweet, respectful girl in public.
I don’t even want to think about what she would have done if she’d gotten wind of my plan when she’d had access to all those implements at the club.
“Ow, Mommy!” I cry out as her hand smacks against my bottom over and over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”
“You absolutely will, little girl, or Mommy will take you to the nearest bathroom and punish your naughty bottom.”
Humiliation floods my entire body at her threat, but to my horror it does nothing to douse the need between my thighs. Instead my arousal only grows, an achy, desperate thing inside me.
“Look at her, Val. She’s getting your pants all wet. What a messy little baby she is.”
Whining loudly, I bury my face in my arms as Mommy continues spanking my bottom. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against her thigh, my body desperately seeking some kind of release.
“None of that, my naughty princess.” Mommy smacks each of my thighs, hard enough to make me cry out. “Little girls who play tricks on Mommy and Daddy don’t get to come.”
“No!” I wail, kicking my feet against the door. “That’s not fair!”
“Oh, I think it’s plenty fair, little girl. We both agree that you need to remember who is in charge. Don’t we, Daddy?”
“That’s right, Mommy.”
Two hard swats land across my sit spots, ending the spanking. Mommy runs her hand over my aching bottom while I sniffle pathetically, feeling sorry for myself.
And also, somehow, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
“All right, little girl. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to spank this naughty bottom.”
A sob rises up in my chest. “But he already spanked me!”
Both of my tormentors laugh, the sound of their wicked mirth filling the small space of the vehicle. “And when has Daddy ever let you off with just a couple swats over your clothes when you’ve broken an important rule, Juniper Skye?”
Despite my burning bottom, rebellion rises up inside me and I stomp my foot against the door. “You’re both mean! I wanna go home!”
