A hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head up, and I find myself staring up into Mommy’s stunning face. “You really want to go home, baby?” she croons, and I know from just the tone of her voice I am walking a very dangerous line.
“I…I dunno,” I hedge, unwilling to commit either way until I know what might await me.
“We can go home,” she continues in that same syrupy-sweet voice. “But if we do, then you will be spending the day learning how to be our sweet, polite,respectfulgirl. So, I’m going to ask you again. Do you really want to go home? Or would you rather take your spanking from Daddy and then go enjoy a fun day at the zoo?”
If it was just Daddy, I might be willing to risk a day of punishments. Even at his worst, he has nothing on how devious my Mommy can be.
But the two of them combined?
No, thank you.
“I wanna go to the zoo,” I mumble, my bottom lip pushing out in a pout.
“Are you sure?” Mommy teases, a wicked smile curving her lips. “We’d be more than happy to bring you home with us instead.”
“N-no, Mommy. I wanna stay. I wanna see the elephants.”
“All right. Then no more arguing. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Lowering my head back to her lap, she runs her hand over my hair. “Go ahead, Daddy.”
A large hand, much larger than Mommy’s, rests on my bottom. “The next time Daddy tells you to stay somewhere, I expect you to listen, little girl.”
Tears fill my eyes from the first swat. Mommy might be more devious, but Daddy spanks harder.
Alotharder.
“Owie, Daddy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Little girls donotgo running around parking lots on their own.” His voice is stern, the way it is when I’ve broken one of our Big Rules at the club and my heart twists painfully in my chest. “You could have gotten hurt. Or lost. Do you have any idea how sad it would make Mommy and Daddy if something happened to you?”
As he lectures, he shifts his attention to the sensitive skin of my upper thighs. The extra pain, combined with his words, snaps something inside me. A sob bursts from my chest and I collapse over their laps, sobbing uncontrollably as he continues to spank. And spank. And spank.
By the time I’m lifted up to snuggle in their arms, my bottom feels hot and swollen and like I’ll never sit comfortably again.
“Are you ready to be our good girl?” Mommy murmurs, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” I manage to choke out between bouts of tears.
“And you’re going to follow the rules we give you?” Daddy asks.
“Uh-huh.” We all know the odds are high that as soon as the pain from my spanking fades I’ll be back to pushing the envelope. But just then, I mean it. I want to be their good girl, and never give them a reason to punish me ever again.
Once my tears have stopped, Mommy wipes my face with a wet cloth of some kind and beams down at me.
“Okay, little one. Let’s get you in your diaper and then we’ll go see your elephants.”
CHAPTER 11
VALENTINA
The pure shock that comes over my Little girl’s face at my words nearly brings me to an orgasm right on the spot. I’m already on edge after watching my husband turn her into a sobbing, babbling mess with a simple hand spanking.
In twenty years of marriage, I’ve never been so fucking attracted to him.
“But I don’t wear diapers!”
