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“Please, no,” I whisper, my voice thick with tears. All of a sudden, this experiment doesn’t seem like such a good idea. “I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl ever, just please don’t use that on me!”
“I’m afraid that train has already left the station, little girl.” Guiding me into the bathroom, Celeste closes the door behind us and loosens her hold on my ear. “But if you’re a very good girl during your punishment, I will only give you ten with the paddle.”
Sniffling, I rub at my sore ear. “But I don’t want a punishment.”
“Then you should have thought about that before you disobeyed your Mommy.”
“You're not—”
“That’s an extra five for arguing with Mommy. Keep going, angel, I promise your bottom will wear out before this paddle does.”
Pressing my lips together, I glare at her but refuse to give her any more reason to punish me. She waits a few long seconds before nodding, seemingly satisfied I’ll do as I’m told.
“Much better. Nose against the door, little one.”
Little one. The endearment is nothing special, but the way she says it speaks to those parts of me that have waited so long to be somebody’s “little one”.
Holding those words close to my chest, I turn and press my nose to the wood of the door. Behind me, I hear Celeste moving around, then the sound of a wrapping coming undone and running water. Tears blur my vision while I stand against the door, awaiting the horrific punishment to come.
It’s both far too long and also way too soon before she calls my name. “Turn around, Kerry Addison.”
Dread settles in my stomach as I slowly turn away from the door. “I’m really sorry.”
“I’m sure you are, angel. But Mommy needs to be sure we’ve washed all those naughty words out of my Little girl’s mouth. Open up.”
I don’t want to. The thought of having soap shoved in my mouth makes my tummy feel like someone’s dropped an anchor into it. But the thought of earning more swats from that stupid paddle makes me feel like I might actually be sick.
So I force my lips to part, just enough for her to slide the small bar past them. The acrid taste burns my tongue, my throat, my nostrils and I immediately gag but Celeste holds the soap in place. Even when I jerk my head back, somehow she manages to keep the bar firmly lodged in my mouth.
“Little girls do not use such naughty language,” she scolds as she rubs the soap all over my tongue, coating it with the bitter taste. “Those are Mommy and Daddy words only. Do you understand me, Kerry Addison?”
Tears stream down my cheeks, mingling with snot and drool and soap suds as I bob my head up and down as fast as I can.
“Good girl.” Her voice is softer now, more soothing, and my tears run faster at the sound of it. “Mommy’s going to take the soap out now. You may spit, but you may not rinse yet.”
As soon as she pulls the bar from my mouth, I turn to spit the suds into the sink beside me, gagging and coughing as I try to get as much of the yucky taste out as I can manage.
“That’s enough, little one. Time for your paddling.”
Fuck my life. I’d completely forgotten about that while having my mouth assaulted with soap bubbles. “Please, no, Mommy. I won’t be naughty again, I promise!”
Her low, throaty laugh is as enticing as it is shocking. “I would be very surprised if you were able to keep that promise, angel. Which is why Mommy needs to make sure you learn your lesson about following directions and not arguing when Mommy tells you to do something. Be a good girl and put your hands on the sink before I start adding swats.”
Choking back a sob, I slowly do as I’m told, gripping the edges of the porcelain sink while she tugs my skirt up over my hips. My panties go the opposite direction and I can’t help but whine a bit as the cool air brushes over my freshly bared skin.
“Fifteen with the paddle. Ten for leaving your seat before Mommy said you could and five for arguing.”
Pain explodes across my right bottom cheek and a loud squeal rips from my throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! No more, please, I’ll listen next time, I promise!”
“Now, what kind of Mommy would I be if I didn’t follow through on my promises, little one?”
The nice kind! But before I can get the words out, she spanks me again with that stupid paddle and all of my focus turns to the burning pain spreading across my backside.
At five, she pauses to rub some of the sting from my skin as I sob over the sink. “When Mommy tells you to stay somewhere, what are you going to do, baby?”
“St-stay,” I choke out between sobs. “Please, Mommy, I’m sorry.”
“I know, angel. But we aren’t done.”
