Curiosity more than terror fills me as I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for whatever it is he has in his hand. It’s certainly not as big as his cock, so I’m pretty sure whatever it is, I can take it.
Something rubber slides between my lips and I press at it with my tongue while Axel tugs at the attached straps, buckling them behind my head. And it’s then that I realize I’m effectively gagged. WithwhatI’m still not sure, but whatever the thing is it’s lodged firmly between my teeth.
“Do you like your pacifier, little one?”
Pacifier?Fuck me, he really is going to treat me like a baby. What’s next, diapers?
Not wanting to risk his wrath again so soon, I slowly nod. Drool pools in my mouth and I give the rubber tip a tentative suck as I swallow. The action is… oddly soothing, so I suck again and again, slowly giving myself over to the infantile comfort.
“Good.” Rising from his chair, he bends down to pick me up with that effortless strength that steals my breath every time and he carries me over to the couch. “Daddy’s going to put your diaper on and then Uncle Bram has a present for you.”
Oh, fuck my life. The next step reallyisdiapers.
Humiliation burns along my skin and I have to fight the urge to roll right off the couch and flee again as he slides the soft cotton beneath my bottom. Well, it feels soft in some places, but unbearably itchy against my freshly paddled skin, and I whine around my pacifier at the little prickles of pain.
“I know it probably doesn’t feel good on a spanked bottom.” Axel’s voice is surprisingly sympathetic, as if he isn’t the reasonmy ass aches and burns. “But clearly I made an error in judgement by letting you think you were a bigger girl than you actually are. Maxwell always says to begin as you mean to go on, and I really should have listened to him. It’s a mistake I won’t make again, little one.”
With the diaper secured around my hips, he beams down at me. “Fucking adorable. One more thing and then we’ll be ready for our wedding. Bram?”
One of the twins steps forward and places a length of pretty blue rope in Axel’s hands. “You can keep this. I’ve got plenty and an order coming for more in a couple weeks.”
“Thanks, Bram. Wasn’t that nice of your Uncle Bram, Melanie?”
No. No it wasnotnice. But again I’m too scared of what other punishments my brutish Daddy will come up with if I’m rude, so I force myself to nod up at Bram.
“You’re very welcome, little one,” he says with a smile that almost seems genuine. Like he thinks I actually agree it was nice for him to give my Daddy something to tie me up with.
Soft, silky rope slides around my wrists and before I can even think about fighting back, Axel has my arms bound together with a long length of rope left free. Taking hold of the tail, Axel gives the rope a gentle tug. “Come on, little runaway. Time to walk down the aisle.”
Axel
She’s absolutely perfect.
Standing beside me in nothing but her diaper, pacifier, and the dark blue rope wrapped around her wrists, Melanie is the very picture of a naughty Little girl, and despite emptying my cock down her throat just a few minutes ago, the appendage in question jerks at the sight of her.
Taking his position in front of us, Eli opens his worn Bible and clears his throat. “We are gathered here today to?—”
“Wait!”
I have to bite back a sigh at my sister’s shouted interruption. “What is it, Gray?”
“We have to make sure she has everything she needs.” At my bland look, Gray rolls her eyes. “You know! Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.”
“Well we’ve got the blue taken care of,” Colt says with a chuckle.
“Right.” Frowning, Gray taps her lips. “Mama’s tiara is something old. I guess the pacifier counts as something new. But what about something borrowed?”
“The tiara is borrowed,” I point out, earning me another roll of Gray’s eyes.
“You can’t count it twice.” A wicked gleam lights in Gray’s eyes. “I have just the thing.”
Turning, she hurries back to the dining chair I’d used to spank my naughty Little girl and retrieves her hairbrush. “Since you borrowed it already, it only seems right.”
I can’t help but laugh as I take the brush from her and slide it between my babygirl’s clasped hands. “Perfect. Maybe it will help a certain Little girl remember there is always someone and something around for her Daddy to teach her a lesson.”
Melanie huffs through her nose and shoots me a glare, but she doesn’t argue. Not that she really can with the pacifier in her mouth, but she could easily throw a tantrum, drop the brush,stomp her foot. There are any number of ways for a bound and gagged Little girl to show her displeasure, but she refrains.
Pride wells in my chest. She’s learning so quickly, though I have no doubt she will still give me plenty of opportunities to spank her naughty little bottom in the future.
