“ButDaddy, we can’t stop now! He’s not even half a snowman yet, he’s just a butt!”
Behind us, Uncle Colt snickers, and when Axel glares at him, he huffs out a breath. “Oh, come on, that was funny!”
“Even so,” Axel growls, shooting his brother another warning glare before staring down at me. “I don’t want you getting hypothermia.”
“I’m wearing like ten layers of clothing. If I’m in danger of anything it’s dehydration because I’m sweating to death in here.”
“Then we should go inside and get you some water.”
“No.” It’s the wrong thing to say, but this is the first time I haven’t felt scared or worried in over twenty-four hours and I’m not ready to give up his light, happy feeling. “I wanna build my snowman!”
If my legs weren’t thigh-deep in the snow, I probably would have stomped my foot. I settle for crossing my arms as best I can with the layers of clothing and glare up at the bearded giant who calls himself my husband.
Matching my pose, he returns my glare. “Did you just tell me no, little girl?”
“Um. Well, yes, but only because you’re being completely unreasonable.”
“Oh, my little runaway. You don’t want to see me beingunreasonable.”
There’s an inherent threat to his words that sends a shiver up my spine and, to my horror, straight to my aching clit. I’mdefinitely treading on thin ice, so I switch tactics, lowering my arms and pushing my bottom lip out in a pout.
“May I please stay outside and finish my snowman, Daddy? Pretty please?”
I can see the moment he relents. Everything about him softens with a sigh and he shakes his head. “Twenty more minutes and then we’re going back inside whether the snowman is finished or not.”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“You’re welcome.” Leaning down until we’re nearly nose to nose, he drops his voice to a low growl. “But the next time you tell meno, little girl, I will bend you over my knee and spank your bottom bright red before I fill it with Daddy’s cum. Am I making myself very clear, Melanie?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Let’s finish your snowman.”
Well, if he was worried about me getting cold, he doesn’t have to worry any longer. Every inch of my body is on fire from his threat, and I’m a bit surprised to find the snow around me hasn’t completely melted away from the heat.
Together with Uncle Colt, we roll a slightly smaller sphere for the middle of the snowman, and then a smaller one yet for the head. At some point, the others joined us, bringing little knickknacks to dress him with. Buttons, a scarf, a carrot for a nose, and a beanie all grace the snowman by the time we’re finished. Someone even managed to find twigs that look almost eerily like hands.
“He’sperfect,” I say with a sigh.
Plucking me out of the snow again, Axel chuckles. “He is, and he’s finished. Which means it’s time for a certain Little girl to go back inside.”
I can’t really argue, as much as I want to, so I heave a long-suffering sigh instead. “Yes, Daddy.”
Carrying me back into the house, he bypasses the kitchen, and I let out a cry of protest. “Hey! You promised me hot chocolate!”
“I did, and Daddy always keeps his promises. But first we have to get you changed back into some comfy clothes.”
“Fine.” I drag the word out into several syllables, earning me another of those low laughs.
It feels… nice, I decide, being able to make him laugh so easily. I’ve never had that before, not with my family or anyone, really. Before yesterday, I would have said I wasn’t very funny. But Axel and the others seem perpetually amused by me, and the feeling is growing on me.
Back in the nursery, Axel strips the layers upon layers of clothes from me, until I’m left in nothing but my diaper. There’s something about being clad in just the thick cotton that’s even more humiliating than being completely naked and I wonder if I’ll ever adjust to the feeling or if I’ll just have to resign myself to living the next week or so in a state of constant embarrassment.
To my surprise, Axel doesn’t pull one of his oversized t-shirts over my head. Instead, he takes a seat in the oversized armchair that takes up one corner of the room and pulls me over his lap.
“Daddy, no! I don’t want a spanking!”
“Shh, little one. Daddy isn’t going to spank you.”
