“Yes, Ma’am.”
Junie
Less than an hour into having a real Mommy and Daddy, and I’m already in trouble.
Sounds about right.Sigh.
The second we leave the primate house, Mommy points to a black sign with white stick figures on it. “Come on, naughty girl.Let’s go take care of that yucky attitude and maybe then we can enjoy the rest of our day.”
“No,” I whine, attempting to plant my feet, but Mommy and Daddy are both so much taller and stronger than me and I find myself being dragged along against my will. “I don’t wanna!”
People are watching us again. Several sets of eyes turn our way, some with curiosity, others with open hostility, and it’s all I can do not to yank my hands out of my captors’ and make a run for it. But I already know they’ll eventually catch me and when they do, my punishment will be a million times worse.
So I allow myself to be dragged, however reluctantly, toward the bathroom, and pray Mommy will have a change of heart before we get there.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes, Daddy. This shouldn’t take too long.”
Oh. My. God. She did not just call him Daddy in front of all these people.
Well. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing me get spanked. Because I am one hundred percent certain I’m about to die of embarrassment right here in the middle of the zoo.
Hopefully they won’t feed my body to the lions.
Daddy doesn’t immediately let go of my hand. Bending down, he meets my already tear-filled gaze, a soft smile on his lips. “Go with Mommy, little gremlin. And if you’re very good for her, Daddy will buy you an ice cream after your spanking.”
From my other side, Mommy sighs, deep and heavy. “You spoil her, Sebastian. This is why she thinks she can talk to you however she wants without consequences.”
“You’re probably right.” Lifting his free hand, Daddy taps the tip of my nose with his finger. “But Little girls were created to be spoiled. EspeciallyourLittle girl.”
Our Little girl. Three simple words, and yet they fill me with untold joy. So much so that I find myself nodding. “Okay, Daddy.”
Daddy’s smile flashes, bright and approving. “Good girl. I’ll be waiting right here when you get back.”
The line for the bathroom is only a couple people long, and I can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse that we’ll be able to get this over with so quickly. We take our place in line and Mommy shifts behind me, sliding her arms around my waist and pulling me back against her.
“My naughty little princess,” she murmurs, too quietly for anyone to hear her, and still my face heats with humiliation. “Are you regretting your behavior yet, little girl? Is the thought of Mommy baring your bottom to spank you good and hard where all these people can hear making your diaper all wet?”
It is, but the idea of admitting that in public is far more humiliating than anything she could possibly do to me, so I stare straight ahead and don’t answer, pretending my face isn’t about a billion degrees right now.
The people in front of us move far too quickly for my liking, and it’s just my luck the largest stall opens up right when it’s our turn. Mommy leads me into the stall, earning us a couple sideways glances in the process. As soon as the door locks behind us, Mommy pushes me up against it, my cheek squished against the cold metal.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment, or does Mommy need to get her brush?”
Being spanked in public is embarrassing enough. But I know how I act when that damn brush comes out, and I don’t need to add sobbing and howling loud enough for the whole zoo to hear to my humiliation. “I’ll be good, Mommy.”
“That’s my smart girl. Keep your hands on the door. What happens if you move them?”
It’s an answer I know well, from painful experience. “I get extra spanks on my thighs.”
“Such a good memory you have, naughty girl. Mommy is going to spank you now, and if your attitude doesn’t significantly improve after we leave this bathroom, we will go straight home and you can forget sitting comfortably for at least a week. Am I understood?”
Between her and Daddy, I don’t doubt her ability to follow through on her promise. “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
Cool air brushes over the tops of my thighs as Mommy pulls my leggings to my knees and then lifts my skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband. There’s a tug, and I realize with horror she’s pulling my diaper up between my cheeks.
The first spank rings out like a gunshot in the bathroom, and I have to bite my lip against the cry lodged in my throat as pain explodes across my bottom. But I don’t even have time to process the sensation before a second swat lands. Over and over Mommy spanks me, rapid-fire stinging swats that are all focused on the lowest part of my bottom.
