Page 22 of A Submissive's Gift
“Girls, you need to clean your plates before you can play.”
Angel and Barbara looked at each other. While both were anxious to get to the fun part of the evening, it was obvious to Barbara that Angel was not particularly thrilled with her Mommy’s reminder about the Brussels sprouts that remained on the Littles’ dinner plates.
“Yes, ma’am.” Angel sighed deeply and shoved one of the green balls with the back of her fork, watching as it rolled off her plate. Glancing up quickly, she saw that her Mommy had returned her attention to the two men at the table. At the realization of the success of the accidental movement, the other two sprouts quickly joined the first, only to be gathered into her napkin.
Barbara had put one of the vegetables into her mouth, finding it quite tasty with its spicy nip of garlic, pepper flakes, and bacon. As she speared and ate another, she saw Angel holding her napkin open beneath the table, using her fingers to motion that Barbara should add her last sprout to the growing pile. Suddenly, the idea of doing something that she hadn’t done since her real childhood was irresistible. Sliding her eyes across the table as if to make sure the move would gounnoticed, Barbara pushed the sprout off her plate and covered it with her hand. Reaching for her glass, Barbara took a drink, hiding the fact that the hand containing the ball disappeared beneath the table and opened to drop the sprout into the waiting concealment.
Satisfied that the ploy had worked, and anxious to talk to her friend, who had been too busy to visit for weeks, Angel wadded the napkin and slipped it into the pocket of her overalls. Making sure to finish her own glass of milk, she waited for a pause in the adult conversation before speaking.
“May we be excused?” she asked politely, knowing that rude Little girls would not be allowed any time to play. Betty looked up to see both plates had been cleaned and rewarded her girls with a smile.
“Yes, you may, sweetie.”
Barbara slid from her seat, her hand reaching for Angel’s. As the two walked around the table, both were jerked to a stop as John reached out and grabbed Angel’s arm.
“Just a minute. You’ve got a bit of a milk moustache,” he said with a grin. Angel relaxed, accustomed to having her face wiped by one of her Bigs. She returned his smile until she realized he was pulling the napkin, one white tip having not been tucked out of sight, from her pocket.
“Wait,” she cried, dropping Barbara’s hand and trying to get to the napkin before her Daddy freed it completely. The sight of four small green balls dropping to the floor told of her failure.
“Angelica Jolene Dennison!” Betty said sternly.
Guilt clearly written on the Little’s face, Angel cried, “I’m sorry,” before dropping to her knees and gathering the evidence of her naughtiness into her hands. “I’ll eat them, I promise.”
“Oh no, sweetie, you mustn’t,” Betty said, taking Angel’s hand and plucking the balls from her palm to pile them on the table. Angel’s look was priceless as it showed her disbeliefthat she had been forgiven so easily. Perhaps she believed her Mommy’s leniency was an early Christmas gift, though the holiday was still a few weeks away.
“I didn’t?—”
“I suggest you think before you speak,” Betty warned. “Adding a lie to your deceit will not bode well for your bottom. I didn’t say you would not finish your dinner. I said you won’t eat those. Little girls do not eat off the floor, young lady.” Turning to the bowl that remained on the table, they all watched as she lifted a spoon and three much larger sprouts were deposited onto Angel’s plate. About to return the spoon to the bowl, Betty paused. Looking at the pile of discarded sprouts, her eyes slid from the table to Barbara. Saying nothing, she tipped the spoon again, the fourth and largest sprout of all joining the pile on the plate.
Barbara’s eyes went to find her own Daddy’s. When he beckoned her to him, giving her a reassuring smile, she realized he had no idea that one of those sprouts belonged to her. Looking to Angel, she saw her friend giving her head a slight shake, silently relaying there was no need for both of them to get into trouble. Despite her certainty that she was making a big mistake, the guilt she felt at just that one knowing glance from her Aunt Betty, made her do the right thing. Stepping away from Craig, she walked to stand beside her friend, unconsciously reaching down to take Angel’s hand.
“One is mine, Aunt Betty,” she confessed, her eyes studying the tips of her black Mary Janes.
“Thank you, Bunny,” Betty said, transferring one of the Brussels sprouts to Barbara’s plate. “I know that was hard for you, and though I’ve very pleased you told the truth, I hope you realize your bottom is going to be spanked as well.”
Swallowing hard, Barbara nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“So am I. It has been so long since we’ve had a nice evening together.” Shaking her head, she looked down at the two miscreants. “It’s just a pity that, instead of getting to play, you are both getting your bottoms blistered.” Her smile belied her statement as she turned to her host. “Craig, perhaps you can take Bunny over your knees while I tend to Angel?”
Craig looked from her to Barbara, searching for any signs she was not ready to take a step that she’d known was a very real possibility from the moment they’d invited their friends. Seeing her face flushed but no sign of distress, he nodded. “Absolutely, though I must say, I’m very disappointed myself. I can’t imagine what caused them to be so naughty.” He had to hide his grin. Knowing that Barbara actually liked Brussels sprouts, he could only conclude that her part in the mischief was a play that had backfired on her. “Perhaps we should adjourn to the living room?”
The men stood and walked into the living room of Craig’s house, Betty following with one naughty girl’s hand in each of her own.
“Come here, Bunny,” Craig said, taking a seat on the couch. He watched as his Little took the three steps necessary to reach him, her eyes wide as she raised them to meet his.
Betty led Angel to an armchair, guiding her to stand to her right as her Mommy took a seat.
“Tell me why you are going to get a spanking,” Craig said, not surprised to see color creep up and stain Barbara’s cheeks. Was there any Little in the universe who wasn’t embarrassed at having to confess her crime?
“I-I didn’t eat all my dinner,” Barbara said, her stomach flipping as she realized that she was about to be spanked for the first time with another man in the room. Her honorary Aunt Betty had spanked her months ago, but Uncle John had not joined them until after her butt had been reddened. She was sofocused on her own dilemma that she didn’t realize Angel was making her own confession to her Mommy.
The sound of Angel’s voice finally broke through Barbara’s thoughts as the young woman began to plead for her Mommy not to take her panties down. “Not in front of Uncle Craig, please, Mommy!”
“Don’t be silly,” Betty said, easily sliding her adult Little’s panties off her bottom to join her overalls at her knees. “Spankings are given on the bare, as you well know, and Uncle Craig has seen your heinie many times. Now, get across my lap, young lady.”
Barbara gave a small yelp when she realized that her own skirt was being lifted.
“I’m going to pull your panties down, Bunny,” Craig said, knowing that this first time in a new stage of her chosen dynamic might be difficult for the young woman.
