Page 3 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

“Sorry, Mommy.”

Even though she wasn’t happy with me, she still kissed me. “Let’s get our luggage. We’ll order dinner when we get home.”

“You mean your home?”

“I mean our home. There’s no reason for you to keep anything at your birth mother’s apartment any longer. You’re mine and in three months when you make port I’ll be there waiting to bring my girl back home.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“For what?”

“For loving me.”

Mommy called the car service while we waited for our luggage. “Princess, glaring at the man from the plane isn’t very nice.”

My chest would be inverted if my arms were crossed any tighter. “He tried to take my mommy.”

“Nobody is going to take your mommy. I see an early bedtime for you tonight, little missy.”

Translation: spanking and straight to bed with no tickles.

Now I really disliked that man.

“Alright, Princess, dinner is on the way. Empty your suitcase and put your dirty clothes in the hamper.” We’d just stepped inside Mommy’s Seattle loft above the BDSM club she owned, Blush. “You’ve had a long day. Dinner, then tubby time, then bed.”

Spanking? Maybe she forgot.

“Don’t think for one moment I forgot, Princess. Tired or not, you know right from wrong behavior. You made your choice and now you’ll suffer the consequences.”

Having a Domme for a Mommy isn’t always a good thing…

Defeated, I rolled my luggage down the hall and into the bedroom where the bathroom was. The way mommy had her loft set up was so cool. No solid floor to ceiling walls, not even in the bathroom though it was the most privately closed off room. Strategically placed decorative dividers separated spaces but the living room and kitchen were one big area.

When I came back out Rhett, the chief of security at Blush was talking to Mommy. He must’ve brought our food delivery up.

“Hello Darcy, how was your trip?” Rhett was always so nice to me, but I’d seen him be serious with naughty people in the club before and I swore to never get on his bad side.

“It was so much fun. We hiked and swam in a big lake and fished for rubber duckies. I even got a princess one.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m happy you had fun. I’ll let you ladies get back to your evening. Mistress,” he nodded at Mommy, “goodnight.”

“Bye, Rhett.” I waved until the door shut while Mommy got our food set out on the eat in island.

The suspense was killing me. Mommy wasn’t one to make a scene in public and yet I had. There was no way I was getting off with only a spanking. That was the easy part. The words, not so much. I’d disappointed her and to me that was worse than just being naughty.

Mommy took her time while I nervously fidgeted, waiting for the hammer to drop.Argh, I’d never seen anyone chew a piece of food so thoroughly before.

“Darcy,” shit, use of my given name was like a kiss of death. “What in the world got into you today?”

I shrugged. “I dunno.” But I did…

“This is the second time today you’ve lied to your mommy. I’m very disappointed in you. Eat your dinner.”

And there it was—disappointed. The one thing I didn’t want to be, yet I had been. I wasn’t a bad girl. I just wanted to be loved the way I loved her. Was that too much to ask?

“Alright, put your dishes in the dishwasher then strip down and wait at the foot of the bed for me.”

The walk of shame after a hook-up had nothing on this. Embarrassed by my outburst at the airport. Embarrassed by the fact I’d lied not once but twice. Embarrassed by my overall behavior.

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