“My family probably already thinks I’m dead.” I should feel guilty about that, right? Or at least…bad. But I only feel hollow.
“Not that family,” Axel says, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Your new family. We would be devastated if you got hurt or worse, little one. That’s why I have to be so strict with you.”
“Oh.”Nowthe guilt kicks in, settling heavy in my chest, so heavy it feels like I can’t breathe. “I’m sorry.”
“Now that sounds like a proper apology. Six more and then we can go back to bed.”
Maybe it’s because of the break between strokes. Maybe it’s because now I actually do feel kinda bad for trying to escape. Whatever the reason, the next stripe across my ass feels like hellfire and I don’t even bother trying to hold back the tears as they flood my eyes.
Each stroke is delivered with measured precision, so that by the time he finishes my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs are burning and throbbing. Slumped over the seat of the snowmobile I cry out the pain and guilt with deep, shuddering sobs that rack my entire body.
“Come here, little one. It’s all over now.” Scooping me up into his arms, Axel carries me out of the barn. Cold air brushes over my still-exposed bottom, soothing some of the ache, and I’m tempted to wiggle out of his hold so I can plop my burning bottom into the snow.
But the temptation is fleeting, because I don’t actuallywantto escape his arms. There’s comfort here, no matter how confusing I might find it, and right now I crave that comfort more than I want the ache in my bottom to ease.
My tears slow and I sniffle quietly, dropping my head onto his shoulder and closing my eyes. “Are you still very mad?”
“No, baby. I’m just happy you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.”
I believe him. Maybe I’ve just fallen victim to some form of Stockholm Syndrome, but fuck me if I don’t actually believe he just wants me to be safe. “Am I really grounded tomorrow?”
“Yes. But I’m sure Daddy can find plenty of ways to keep you occupied while you're stuck in the house.”
My eyes are already drooping when we step back into the warmth of the house, but even through my eyelids I can tell all the lights are on.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Auntie Gray’s worried voice pierces my consciousness and again my chest constricts with the guilt of having worried her.
“Other than a welted bottom, she’s fine. Thought she could drive one of the snowmobiles into town.”
“Has she ever even driven one before?”
“No. But apparently she figured it ‘can’t be that hard’.”
When Auntie Gray speaks again, her voice is hard as steel. “I hope you spanked that nonsense right out of her head.”
“I did. She’s also restricted to the house for the entire day tomorrow. Would you mind letting the others know so they’re not begging me to let her go out and play?”
There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, and if I wasn’t teetering on the edge of sleep I might have laughed at the image of his giant lumberjack brothers with their hands clasped and pouts on their faces as they plead with my stern Daddy to let me go outside.
“Of course.” A gentle hand brushes over my hair as Auntie Gray sighs. “She’ll settle in soon enough.”
“I know. But hopefully she won’t settletoomuch. I’d be very disappointed if she never gave me a reason to spank her naughty bottom again.”
I don’t think you have to worry about that.
He says goodnight to Auntie Gray and then we’re moving again, up the stairs to my nursery where he wraps me in a fresh diaper. And the last thing I’m aware of before sleep finally takes me are his lips on my forehead as he whispers goodnight.
Melanie
I wake,not in my crib, but in a large bed, my diapered bottom pressed up against Axel’s groin. Even through the thick cotton I can feel the length of him and heat floods my body as I give my hips a tentative wriggle. There’s a flash of pain, the lingering remnants of my whipping the night before, but the pain only makes me hungrier for the feel of him inside me, stretching me open.
Maybe I’m even more wicked and sinful than I thought.
I’m rewarded for all my wriggling with the twitching of his cock, so I try again, pushing back against him this time.
“Naughty girl.”
His voice, rough with sleep, rumbles in my ear as his arm wraps around me, pulling me even closer. The heat of his bare chest presses against my back and my clit throbs in response.
