Page 32 of Dirty Little Secrets
And when she moves her focus down to my sensitive sit-spots, my mouth pops open on a shocked cry. “Ow! Mommy, no!”
“Yes, Juniper Skye. This is what happens to naughty Little girls who think they can act however they want in public without consequences.”
It doesn’t take long after that for the burning pain in my bottom to overwhelm me, and a sob bursts free as Mommy attacks the very tops of my thighs. “I’m sorry, Mommy!”
“There’s my sweet girl,” she croons into my ear. “Are you ready to behave yourself, princess?”
“Y-yes, M-Mommy.”
“Good girl. Come here.”
Taking me by the shoulders, she turns me to face her and I fling myself into her embrace, my tears soaking her shirt as I sob uncontrollably.
“Shh baby, it’s all right. Mommy’s right here. It’s all over. You took your spanking so well, my brave little baby.”
Even as her praise warms something inside me, my brain latches onto one key word. “N-not a b-baby.”
“Nonsense,” she says with a dismissive snort. “You’re Mommy and Daddy’s baby.”
“Nuh-uh! Imma Big girl!” My whining tone probably isn’t doing anything to support my argument that I’m not a baby but I don’t care. I’mnota baby, and I don’t want to be treated like one.
“Uh-huh. Well, Big or Little, you need to use the potty before we go find your Daddy.”
“Mommy, stop, that’s so embarrassing!”
Beneath my cheek, her chest rumbles with laughter. “More embarrassing than everyone hearing you get your bare bottom spanked in the bathroom?”
“No,” I admit sulkily.
“That’s what I thought. Go ahead and use your diaper, baby, and Mommy will change you.”
Now I really am convinced I’m going to die of embarrassment. “Can’t I use the regular potty?”
“The potty is for good girls who do as they’re told.Diapersare for naughty Little babies who throw tantrums when they don’t get their way.”
“But—”
“Juniper.” Mommy’s voice is calm. Even. And yet, it still manages to freeze me in place and quiet the arguments burning on my tongue. “This is not a negotiation. You will use your diaper, and Mommy will change you. But if you want to keep arguing with me, then I will tell Daddy you’ve lost the privilegeto have any kind of treats or presents the rest of our visit. Is that what you want, little girl?”
The thought of missing out on ice cream with Daddy is enough to force my obedience, reluctant as it might be. “N-no, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Close your eyes and Mommy will help you.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I lean back against her when she wraps her arms around my waist. Her hand presses down on my bladder, massaging the swollen organ until the need to relieve myself overrides years of training and I piss myself right there.
A soft sob bubbles out of me as Mommy peels the soaked diaper from my skin. “My good little baby,” she whispers, raining kisses all over my face. “Mommy is so very proud of you, princess. You did so good for me.”
Sniffling, I force my eyes open. Even through the watery blur of my tears, I can see the pride shining from her face. “Y-you’re really proud of me?”
“Yes, baby.” Leaning in, she presses a long, slow kiss to my lips. “Now, lets get a fresh diaper on that bottom and go see a man about some ice cream.”
CHAPTER 13
VALENTINA
The rest of our trip through the zoo is relatively uneventful. Our Junie does come close to earning a second spanking at the gift shop when we remind her that she’s limited to one gift each from Mommy and Daddy, but Bash whispers something in her ear that has her eyes going wide and after that she stops arguing.
Now, Bash and I are standing outside our guest bedroom, watching our babygirl sleep off the events of the day sandwiched between the two giant stuffies she managed to talk us into buying for her. One is a giraffe and the other is one of Junie’s beloved elephants.
