Things went on like this for about a week. That's when we got notice that the store was reopening to the public. We would only be allowed to have five customers in the store at a time but it would still mean no more open little space. I was worried. Worried about Anaya and worried about her little space.
I still had not been able to come up with a solid plan to support her little space. I had to figure something out quickly. We were opening back up on Saturday and Monday was going to be our first shift together open. Friday would be our last shift alone.
Friday came around and I could tell she was worried too. She was getting "bratty". I brought our usual lunch and sent her text to open the door for me. When I got to the door she was quiet.
"What's wrong little one?" She didn't respond. I asked again this time with a little firmer tone. "Anaya tell me what is bothering you."
"No. I don't have to," she looked at the floor. I knew she was pushing for some discipline at the point. I was not going to let her top from the bottom.
"You will tell me what is bothering or I will take you over my knee," I stated as plainly and calmly as could even though my palm was twitching. I wait for her to respond and when she didn't I started counting. "One... Two... Thr," she cut me off.
"You won't take me over your knee there are cameras," she said with a challenge in her tone. I excepted with gusto. I took her by the wrist and started walking to the backroom. Since we were leaving the door open I didn't have to unlock it. I walked straight back to the bathroom, the only place without cameras, and walked in with her in tow. I turned her around and shut the door behind us, effectively shutting out the cameras.
Our restroom was actually big enough for three adults to comfortably fit since it had once doubled as a secure storeroom. Once inside she knew she was in for it. She looked a little scared but also a little turned on. I would show her right here and now that I was not a mommy to be messed with. She was about to learn exactly what I was capable of and I was going to make sure she would not forget anytime soon.
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The Boss's Caregiver
Short StoryBook one~ She was the perfect "Little Girl" for any Mommy Domme. Petite, cute and just the right amount of sassy. She was also exactly half her age, married to a vanilla and her boss. Could she just be a part time Caregiver at work and not fall in...