“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Want to tell me what the hell you thought you were doing, sneaking out in the snow to drive a vehicle you have no business driving?”
Nerves twist in my stomach at his stern words. “I heard what Sheriff Donnelly said about arresting you all and how she wouldn’t believe me even if I said I wasn’t being held against my will. And I was so scared she’d go through with it and that she’d take me back to my parents and they’d force me to go through with marrying the man they picked out for me and I just… panicked.”
Daddy sighs. “So instead of trusting your Daddy and the rest of our family to keep you safe, you decided to take matters into your own hands and escape using a piece of dangerous equipment you’d already been told not to touch.”
“Well it sounds extra bad when you put it that way,” I whine.
“It sounds bad because it was very, very naughty, Melanie Brynne. You are incredibly lucky you didn’t get hurt any worse than you were. What if you hadn’t been able to steer away fromthose trees in time? What if you’d hit your head or broken your neck when you went flying?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to help.”
“I know, baby,” he says, his voice going soft as he presses a kiss to my hair. “But you are still in so much trouble. Do you remember what I promised you would happen if you touched any of the vehicles without Daddy’s permission?”
“Um, that you would whip me with your belt again.” There was more, but I’m hoping against hope he doesn’t remember the rest of his threat.
No such luck.
“That’s part of it. You are grounded for the next week, other than when Daddy takes you into town to see your parents. And at the end of the week you’ll receive your spanking, and then Daddy is going to fuck your naughty little bottom so that hopefully you never eventhinkabout running away again.”
CHAPTER 25
LANIE
Being groundedsucks.
It was bad enough for one day, even though I got off early because Uncle Max and Tori came to visit. But a whole week is nearly unbearable. Even the trip into town to see my parents barely put a dent in my boredom.
The visit was both harder and easier than I thought it would be. Harder, because as desperate as I was to escape my arranged marriage, I hadn’t realized how much I actually missed my parents. And hearing how worried they’d been after I disappeared, how they’d searched everywhere, how devastated they’d been when I’d been presumed dead…
Needless to say, there were lots of tears and apologies on both sides.
The easy part, though, was introducing them to Axel. Despite his gruff mountain man appearance, he was nothing but charming with my parents. Nobody would ever know I was wearing a diaper, waiting on pins and needles for him to punish my bottom inside and out once we got home.
Except… he didn’t. I thought for sure as soon as we got back to the cabin I’d be stripped bare for Daddy’s belt, but he just sent me to go help Uncle Eli in the kitchen.
And it’s been like that for seven whole days. Each day I’ve been given a new “assignment” which feels like an extra punishment in and of itself. Especially the day I had to help Uncle Colt file papers in his office.
I’d rather have had a spanking.
Of course, there have been plenty of those, as well. Because with every day that passes without Daddy giving me my Big Punishment, the more antsy and short-tempered I get. Yesterday, Auntie Gray took her hairbrush to my bare bottom until I was convinced I’d never sit comfortably again for the rest of my life.
I wonder what today will bring. Logically, I should be spending it with Daddy, helping him chop and haul wood and check the house and surrounding property for anything that needs fixing. But I doubt he’s going to let me out of the house, even to work, so I’ll probably be stuck in Uncle Colt’s officeagain.
I’m still pouting about the possibility when Daddy’s arm slides around me, pulling me back against his hard chest as he nuzzles at my throat. “What are you thinking about so loudly at such an early hour, little one?”
“I’m wondering why you’re torturing me by making me wait so long for my spanking.”
His chest vibrates against my back as he laughs. “Because waiting is part of your punishment. But you’re in luck. Today is the final day of your restriction, and before you go to bed tonight, that naughty little bottom of yours will be properly and soundly punished.”
Arousal floods my diaper. “Finally.”
“Well, if you’re so eager…”
Rolling, he scoops me off the bed and carries me into the nursery, where he lays me out on my changing table. “Firstthings first, we need to make sure that bottom is nice and cleaned out before Daddy fills it up with his cum.”
It takes a moment for me to understand his meaning. “Oh, Daddy, no! I don’t wanna enema!”
