“Really?” Excitement lights her eyes and she bounces on her tiptoes, looking for all the world exactly like a Little girl who’s just been promised a treat. “So we can go tomorrow?”
I glance at the ornate cuckoo clock Gray fell in love with during one of our trips into town when we first moved to Forbidden Pines. “If you can make it until four-fifteen tomorrow, we can go first thing Saturday morning. Deal?”
“Deal! Thank you, Daddy!”
“Good. Now, let’s go take care of your spanking and then you owe Uncle Colt a big apology.”
Her shoulders slump again. “Okay, Daddy.”
Pulling out a dining room chair, I sit and guide her over my knee, removing her diaper to give me all the access I need to her naughty bottom. My hand nearly covers both her cheeks, and just like always it only takes a few swats for her to become a squirming, whining mess over my lap.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
With every swat, her bottom turns a darker and darker pink beneath my hand and my cock strains against the denim of my jeans. “I know you are, baby. But that was a very naughty thingyou did and it made more work for Uncle Colt. That wasn’t very nice, was it, Melanie Brynne?”
Her voice is full of regret when she wails her response. “No, Daddy! I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again!”
Because she does seem genuinely remorseful, I cap her spanking with six more hard swats to her sit spots before helping her to sit up on my knee. She sobs in my arms, her whole body shaking as I rock her.
“Shh, baby. It’s all over.”
“D-does Un-Uncle Colt h-hate m-me?”
Poor Little girl. “No, little one. Nothing you could ever do would make any of us hate you.”
That seems to settle her, and her sobs slow to soft sniffles and whimpers as she presses herself against me. “I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. But I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”
Her heavy sigh seems to come from her very soul. “Yes, Daddy. Where’s Uncle Colt?”
“In his office. Daddy will come with you.”
Rising from the chair with her in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, I carry her to Colt’s office. “Lanie has something to say to you, Uncle Colt.”
My brother looks up from the papers scattered on his desk, his usually open and friendly face now stern and unyielding. “Yes?”
I put Lanie on her feet in front of the desk and she shoves her hands behind her back, her eyes downcast. “Um, I’m really sorry I ruined your reports, Uncle Colt. It wasn’t very nice of me and I promise I’ll never, ever do it again.”
Sitting back in his chair, Colt studies my babygirl with a critical eye. “I forgive you, sweetheart.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a long piece of gleaming wood with a handle attached to one end. “But if I ever catch you in my office withoutpermission again, I will paddle your bottom bright red before passing you off to your Daddy. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Y-yes, Uncle Colt.”
“Good girl.” His expression clears, and he’s once more my fun-loving brother. “Come here, sweetheart. Let Uncle Colt give you a hug.”
Lanie runs around the desk to climb into his lap. And as I watch them together, my Little girl snuggled on my brother’s lap, her sweet giggles piercing the air alongside his deeper chuckles, it’s like some missing piece inside me finally slides into place.
This is the family I was always meant to have. Now, I just have to keep it.
Lanie
It’storturebeing good for a whole twenty-four hours, and I come perilously close to earning two separate spankings. One from Daddy and one from Auntie Gray. But they both let me off with a stern warning to behave better, so when the sun dawns on Saturday morning, I immediately sit up in Daddy’s bed and give his still-sleeping form a hard shake.
“Daddy, Daddy, wake up! It’s Saturday!”
“It’sbarelySaturday, baby,” he grumbles, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Go back to sleep.”
“But Daddy, you promised!”
