Page 54 of Daddy Devious

Of course, that’s assuming Auntie Cat would ever let me forget it. Which seems unlikely, given how she fusses over me, exclaiming over my color choice—bright pink with glitter, of course—and asking me no less than five times if I need to “potty” during our time at the spa.

It’s nice, being the center of someone’s attention again. But it only reminds me how much I miss being the center ofDaddy’sattention. The more she fusses, the more I miss him, and the blacker my mood grows.

Until, by the time we reach the boutique, I’m basically scowling at everyone, unable to even pretend to be excited about the pretty rainbow of dresses surrounding me.

“If you don’t fix your face, it’s going to freeze that way,” Auntie Cat teases me as she holds up a purple dress dotted with pale pink roses for my inspection. “What do you think of this one?”

“No.” I offer no other explanation, and it’s clear from the look that passes over Auntie Cat’s face I’m pushing my luck. And her patience.

“Victoria, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if you don’t fix your attitude we will just go home and you can spend the rest of the day in your room thinking about your behavior.”

Crossing my arms, I flop back against the chair I’ve refused to move from since we walked through the door. “Whatever.”

Auntie Cat’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Little girl, you are about this close to going home without any new clothes. Now, which one do you like best? The purple or the green?”

“Neither!” Overcome by the swell of emotions I can no longer hold back, I scream the word as I jump up from the chair. “I hate them all! They’re ugly! I wanna go home!”

Stunned silence falls over the shop, and I immediately regret my words. But I’m still feeling too jumbled up inside to manage an apology.

Not that it would save me. I can tell that much from the fury blazing in Auntie Cat’s eyes as she hands the dress over to the store clerk and marches toward me.

In a flash, she has me by the arm, dragging me over her lap as she settles in the chair I’ve just vacated all in one swift move. “Myra, will you hand me my purse, please?”

Auntie Cat’s tone is calm. Even, in a way that sends fear racing up my spine. Fear that’s only compounded by the loosening of my diaper as she unsnaps the sides.

The realization of what’s about to happen slams into me and I come alive over her lap, fighting and wiggling for all I’m worth. “No, Auntie Cat, no! I don’t want a spankin’!”

“Then you should have thought of that before you decided to throw a tantrum, little girl.” Cool air rushes over my skin as the diaper is whisked away. “Thank you, Myra.”

Something hard taps against my bare skin and I freeze. Auntie Cat uses the distraction to throw her right leg over both of mine, pinning me in place over her left knee and wrapping her arm around my waist. “No little niece of mine is going to behave this way in public, Victoria Rose. I’m going to paddle your bottom and then you are going to apologize to Solene and Myra.”

With that, she smacks the brush against my bottom and pain explodes across my skin. The agony of it breaks the spell holding me in place and now I’m fighting again, doing everything I can to escape the wicked implement she’s wielding against me.

But it’s no use. I’m well and truly pinned, and Auntie Cat doesn’t even miss a beat as she paddles my poor bottom. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good Auntie Cat, I’msorry!”

“I have no doubt you will be once I’m through with you, little girl.”

The next swat lands right on the sensitive spot where my bottom and thighs meet, drawing a shriek from me at the fresh wave of unimaginable pain. As I’m twisting, I catch sight of Myra and Solene watching me, the former with a smirk on her face as she cups her Little girl’s breasts in her hands. Solene’s expression is all wide-eyed wonder, and humiliation washes over me, making me regret ever talking back to Auntie Cat, especially in such a public place.

After what feels like forever, Auntie Cat lands two extra hard swats to my sit-spots before gathering me up in her arms, rocking me gently as she whispers soothing words in my ear. “There, there, sweet girl. You took your spanking so well. It’s all over now.”

Curling into her, I let the tears come, great big gulping sobs that wrack my entire body. I sob out all the fear and the worry I’ve been clinging to for the past few days, until it feels like there’s nothing left in me to cry out.

When I finally let out a shuddering breath, Auntie Cat presses a kiss to my soaked forehead. “That was a big cry for such a Little girl,” she says in that sweet, cooing tone I’ve come to associate with her. “Do you want to tell Auntie Cat what’s wrong now?”

Surprisingly, I do. Now that my emotions no longer feel like they’re smothering me, all I want to do is confide in my Auntie, to lay all my worries at her feet so she can make it all better. And maybe that’s not fair to her, but I don’t care. I’m just a baby, and she’s my Auntie, and if anyone can fix this, it’s her.

“Daddy doesn’t want me anymore,” I tell her, my voice hoarse from crying.

“Oh, my sweet girl. That could not be further from the truth.”

“It is. He’s tired of me. He wants me to go back to New York.”

Beneath me, Auntie Cat goes tense. “I don’t know what put this idea in your head, but we’re going home so your Daddy can put this nonsense out of your head once and for all.”

Cradling me carefully, she lays me on the ground so she can put a new diaper on me. When I whine about how it rubs my sore skin, she simply pins me with a stare to rival the looks my Daddy gives me. “Good. Maybe the next time you want to act up in public you’ll remember how much it hurts to wear a diaper on a freshly paddled bottom.”

“I’m really sorry,” I whisper, fresh tears welling in my eyes as she tapes the diaper up.

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