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“You are certainly going to be, little girl.” Releasing my chin, Daddy shakes his head and reaches for the buckle on the thick leather around his waist. “This is not a conversation we are going to have twice.”
“We didn’t even do anything!” Solene’s voice is tight with righteous indignation. “We were just talking!”
Folding her arms, Miss Myra narrows her eyes at her babygirl. “You’ve just earned yourself two minutes of soap after your spanking for that lie, little girl.”
“It’s not a lie! Tell them, Kerry!”
How did I get myself in this position? Not only am I getting myself in trouble, but one of my best friends too. All for a lie that I’m not even sure I want to keep telling.
But the prospect of coming clean now, of watching my Mommy and Daddy walk out the door, terrifies me far more than Daddy’s belt.
“It really wasn’t Solene’s fault. I-I made her play with me. I’m the only one who should be getting in trouble.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, Miss Myra shakes her head. “Well, I hope it was worth the sore bottoms you are both about to have. Come here, Solene.”
“But Mommy—”
“Three minutes with the soap. Keep it up and you’ll be grounded the rest of the day, which means straight to bed with no dessert after dinner.”
Outrage twists Solene’s features as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. I can’t even blame her for being so angry—I would be too, in her shoes.
Hopefully she can forgive me when this is all over.
“I think both of our Little ones could benefit from a good hard spanking over their Mommies’ knees before Graham takes his belt to their naughty bottoms,” Mommy says, her voice tight with anger. “Myra?”
“Perfect. And you will be getting a formal apology letter from my Solene no later than tomorrow.”
Before Solene can protest her innocence again, Miss Myra sits down on the other couch and pulls her Little girl down over her thighs. I only have a moment to watch in horror as Solene’s diaper is stripped away before I find myself in the same position, the cool air brushing over my thighs as Mommy flips my skirt up to expose my diaper.
“You know better than to go running around indoors, Kerry Addison,” Mommy lectures as she pulls the tabs of my diaper open and peels the cotton from my bottom. “We had this discussion less than twenty-four hours ago. And now you’re going to learn exactly what happens to Little girls who don’t take their safety seriously.”
Chapter Nine
Kerry
The air fills with the sounds of two naughty Little girls getting their bottoms spanked by their very disappointed Mommies. My cries mingle with Solene’s, an opera accompanied by the sound of our Mommies’ hands connecting over and over with our bare bottoms.
“Mommy, no! It’s too hard, it’s too hard!”
Solene’s tone is bordering on frantic, and my heart cracks under the weight of my guilt. But even if I tried to come clean now, there’s no guarantee our Mommies would listen, and I’m too caught up in my own painful consequences to even really try.
Please, please don’t let her hate me after this.
I’m so mired in my grief and guilt, I don’t even notice when the spanking stops until Mommy gives my bottom a gentle pat. “Up you go, angel. Time for Daddy’s belt.”
A broken sob bursts out of me. “I don’t want the belt!”
“You should have thought of that before playing around in such a dangerous area.” When I don’t immediately move to obey, Mommy sighs. “One. You do not want me to get to three, little girl.”
Because I don’t doubt the sincerity of that statement, I push up off her lap and scramble to my feet. Solene is already standing in front of her Mommy, rubbing frantically at her bottom as Miss Myra frowns at her.
“I’m sorry, Mommy, please don’t let Mr. Graham spank me!”
“When you put someone else’s Little girl in danger, they have every right to punish you for it, Solene Harper. Get into position right now or you will be grounded for a week. With bedtime spankings every night.”
Huffing out an angry breath, Solene stomps her foot but she doesn’t argue any further as she makes her way over to stand next to me.
I want to tell her I’m sorry, but the words stick in my throat. And then Daddy is speaking, and I’m distracted by the sound of his belt buckle clinking.
