When Dallas looks up from her computer, she thinks she should be relieved to see Mama leaning against the doorframe—Mommy would have no issue dealing with her broken promise right here and now—but the disappointment in baby blue eyes makes it hard for Dallas to feel anything but stomach churning guilt.

“Time to go home, little one.” Her voice is soft, with barely even a hint of a scold, but Dallas knows better than to make any attempts to argue. Kara may be calm, content to just take her home and ensure she eats and gets plenty of rest, but when she comes face to face with Lena, Dallas is well aware that there will be more than just a telling off coming her way.

“Does… does Mommy know?” Dallas asks, timidly peering through long lashes at the knowing smile sent back to her.

“Mommy always knows, so why don’t you be a good girl and come with Mama,” Kara murmurs. “Perhaps make it a little easier on yourself, hmm?” Mama steps forward and pushes the laptop closed with a gently raised brow, her hand carefully grasping Dallas’s elbow as she urges the rule breaker to her feet.

“Come on, Mama will fly you home and we’ll get some food into your belly before Mommy comes home from her trip. I think she’d prefer to take care of bathtime tonight.” Dallas’s stomach lurches, her bottom lip folding outwards in a pout that would break anyone else’s heart.

“I already had a shower,” Dallas mumbles. “I don’t need a bath.” Kara softly tsks and slings Dallas’s purse over her own shoulder before handing her little one the laptop bag to carry.

“None of that now, little one. You know by now that nothing good will come from arguing with Mommy.” Kara scoops Dallas into her arms and cradles her close to her chest, ignoring the huffs and grumbles that come from her as she heads towards the L-Corp balcony. “Hold on tight, baby.” Dallas whimpers as Mama fires them into the air, instantly hiding her face in the crook of a warm neck.

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“I’ll leave you to it,” Kara murmurs, kissing Lena again. “I promised Alex I’d drop by the DEO and I wanna take a fly around the city first.” She glances across at Dallas for a moment, “I’ll try and be back before trouble has to go to bed.” Dallas pulls a face, her gaze drifting towards the full tub that has precisely zero bubbles— boring.

Mama kisses them both goodbye, leaving the little worrier alone with her stoic Mommy. Dallas shifts from foot to foot, unsure of just how much trouble she has gotten herself into. Neither Mommy or Mama has mentioned a spanking yet, but it’s not lost on her that it hasn’t been at all ruled out yet, either.

“Let’s get you into the tub, darling.” Lena steps forward and helps Dallas out of her robe, her hands lingering just long enough to playfully pinch her sides. “Relax, I’m just going to get you cleaned up and have a little chat,” Mommy reassures her, hanging the robe on the door. She helps Dallas into the tub and reaches for the washcloth.

“I washed my hair this morning, Mommy,” Dallas mumbles, receiving only a quiet hum in response. “No spanking?” she quietly asks, emerald eyes darting upwards to meet Lena’s gaze.

“Not this time,” Mommy shakes her head. “Mama and I think you need a punishment that will leave a much more lasting impression this time around, although I’m sure it will open up plenty of opportunities for you to earn one, anyway,” she sighs, raising a stern brow.

Dallas frowns, confused, and her head tilts to one side as Mommy dunks the cloth into the water and lathers up the bar of soap. Lena spots the wrinkled brow and softens, taking pity on the little troublemaker who’d wormed her way into their hearts so long ago.

“Little girls who can’t be trusted to take care of themselves lose their independence,” Lena states, gently using the washcloth to remove Dallas’s make-up. “Mama and I just want what’s best for you and we love you very much.” Her hand dips beneath the water, the cloth carefully cleaning between Dallas’s thighs, “but, right now, it seems you need to be reminded of our rules.”

“So, we’re going back to the basics,” Lena continues.