Page 4 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

Did I even deserve a mommy?

Maybe not, but I deserved everything she was about to dish out, even if it ended with her packing my bags and telling me it’s over.

Chapter Two

Vivienne

What was it going to take to get through to Darcy?

Deep breath, Vivienne. You’ve broken through tougher exteriors.

Yeah, but as part of my job. My heart was never involved.

Until now.

I’d been around littles, middles, and pets for years and understood the lifestyle inside and out, but Darcy had beenmyfirst little. Flogging a sub and bringing them deep into subspace and orgasm I could do in my sleep. Breaking through to a troubled girl who wanted nothing more than to be loved was the equivalent of full-time aftercare.

But Darcy was worth it, and I’d prove that to her come hell or high water.

I sat at the foot of the bed and patted my lap. “Lay across mommy’s lap.” Tears welled in her eyes, and I had to look away. Once she was in place I ran my hand along her spine and over that beautiful derriere I was about to redden. “Princess, why is mommy spanking you?”

“Be-because I scared mommy,” she sniffled, and I landed the first slap.

“And?”

“Be-because I didn’t use my words and tell mommy what was wrong.”

Thwack!“And?”

“Be-because I lied to mommy, twice.”

Thwack! Thwack!

Darcy’s tears dampened the material of the floor length skirt I wore. “That right there is the biggest reason why you’re being punished. Why did you lie to mommy?”

Full body shivers consumed her tiny body as I rubbed circles over the perfect handprints on her cheeks. “Why?”

Thwack!

“Be-because I’m in love with my mommy and I’m afraid of losing her by being needy.”

I swear to fuck my heart stopped. I knew Darcy had insecurities though I did my best to combat them. But this last week together on our lovely holiday I thought I’d broken through that barrier, but her words now absolutely broke me. The depth of her anxieties ran far deeper than I’d imagined.

“Sweet girl,” I turned her over to face me and she curled into my chest and twirled my hair. “I love you too much to let you go but mommy can’t help you if she doesn’t know what’s wrong.”

“You-you love me?” Darcy sniffled and turned those amazing aqua eyes on mine. I tucked one of the golden locks that had freed itself from her ponytail behind her ear and pressed my lips to hers in the gentlest of kisses. I thought I’d made myself clearwhen I said I love you at the airport but evidently it hadn’t sunk in.

“With all my heart, Darcy. You’re mommy’s princess but I can’t have you lying to me. That’s unacceptable.” Her sobbing slowed as I held her, tenderly caressing her naked flesh. My Princesses’ beauty ran deep which was why her ugly attitude today really threw me off. We’d only touched on the subject of her home life, but I hoped Jack had more insight into it that he’d share with me while we visited them this week.

“Mommy, I was so scared this was over. That this month-long dream had been just that and I was a temporary fling for you.”

Well, no one ever said honesty didn’t hurt. “I’m sorry for whatever I said or did to make you feel that way, but I promise you it’s quite the opposite. You’re not a fling or a plaything, Darcy, you’re not a toy. You’re a living, breathing, human being with thoughts and feelings. Sounds like we both need to fine tune our communication skills. Can you forgive Mommy for making you feel that way?”

Yup, I was a sap. Long gone was the stern dominatrix who wielded a whip in a manner Indiana Jones would be jealous of. She’d been replaced by a woman in love. Heaven, help us all.

“It wasn’t you mommy, it was me. I was naughty and I’m sorry.” Poor sweet girl was programmed to automatically accept responsibility even when it wasn’t all hers to take on.

“Agree to disagree but I promise to do better by my princess. Now, how about tubby time before bed?”

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