Crossing her arms beneath her heavy, bare breasts, she narrows her eyes. “I told you, I’m nothungry.”
“Have it your way, then.”
Setting the fork aside, I push back from the table. With a quiet sigh and shake of his head, Colt moves my plate aside, clearing off a spot for me to deal with my naughty girl. In no time at all, I have Josie bent over the edge of the table, her bottom bare as I swat her naked skin over and over.
It takes longer than I expect, given the paddling she took not very long ago, but eventually Josie is dancing in place, her cries for mercy peppering the air. “Ow, ow, ow, okay, I’ll eat! I’ll eat!”
“Good.” But I don’t stop there. Shifting my attention to that sensitive spot where her ass and thighs meet, I concentrate several hard swats there. Not only does it hurt more in the moment, I know for a fact her diaper will rub against those soreareas the rest of the day, hopefully serving as a reminder for her to obey her Daddy.
“The next time Daddy tells you to do something, are you going to listen, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes! I’msorry!” she wails, still dancing and wiggling in place to try and escape her punishment.
Satisfied I’ve won her obedience at least for now, I cap off her spanking with two final, hard swats before pulling her diaper back into place. Scooping her up in my arms, I return to my chair with my sniffling, whimpering babygirl cradled on my lap.
This time, when I lift the fork to her lips, Josie immediately opens her mouth, accepting the offered food. Around us, our family talks and jokes and laughs. And as I feed my babygirl, I know without a single doubt everything will work out just fine.
Josie
Our “wedding reception” carries on well into the afternoon. The feast lingers for what feels like hours, followed by more dancing and merriment. And at a few points, I’m able to forget exactly how I came to be here, with the family I thought I’d never see again, and I lose myself in the celebration.
But then someone will call out a name I don’t recognize and just like that, I’m reminded of how I grieved them. Of the fact that the man who calls himself my Daddy snuck into my cabin and drugged and kidnapped me before forcing me into this sham of a wedding.
And just like that, the fury returns, and I can’t bring myself to smile or laugh along with them as they dance to my sorrow.
I’m caught up in the arms of the man I once knew as Declan, who everyone calls Dane, when the need to relieve my bladder hits. “Let me go, please.”
Dane’s smile fades as he frowns down at me. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing. I just want you to let me go.” I try to pull away, but he holds me tight and annoyance pricks at the base of my skull. “Dane. Let me go,now.”
Slowing our steps, Dane raises a brow. “It’s Uncle Dane to you, little girl. Now, tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”
“Oh my god.” Hissing at him under my breath, I try again to yank away, but his hold never loosens. “I just need to use the bathroom, you fucking psycho.”
“Josephine!” Daddy’s voice, stern and unyielding, freezes me in place. “Apologize to your Uncle Dane right now.”
That same stubbornness I was feeling at lunch wells up inside me and I turn to glare at him. “First of all, I’m not calling a man three years older than meUncleanything. Second of all, I just want to take a piss and you’re all making a federal fucking case out of it!”
Daddy, who had been dancing with Lanie, passes his partner off to Axel who sighs and shakes his head. He doesn’t seem disappointed, though. Just… resigned, as if they were all expecting me to behave this way.
And maybe they were, because how the hellelseam I supposed to act under the circumstances?
“All right, little girl.” Taking hold of my arm, Daddy drags me behind him down a short hall. “You’re that eager to go to the bathroom? Let’s go.”
Something in his tone has alarm bells ringing in my mind and I try my damnedest to dig in my heels. But he’s so muchstronger than I am, and before long we’re locked in a half-bath together.
His furious gaze clashes with mine and I shrink back against the closed door. “I am very disappointed in your behavior just now, Josephine Elise. Once we are done in here, you are going to march your naughty bottom right back out there and apologize to everyone, especially your Uncle Dane, for your behavior.”
The refusal burns on the tip of my tongue, but one look at his face is enough to have me swallowing the words. “But I just needed to pee,” I whisper, horrified to hear the tears in my voice, to feel them burning the backs of my eyes.
“And so you will. While you’re getting that naughty mouth washed out with soap.” Sighing heavily, Daddy crouches and opens a cabinet beneath the sink. “I was trying to give you time to adjust, Josie, but I should have known better. You always did respond best to a firm hand.”
“Disagree. I respond best to not being fucking kidnapped and forced into marriage with a dead man.”
Rising from his squat, Daddy pins me with another stern glare. “You are really determined to see how far you can push me today, aren’t you, Josephine?”
“I guess some things really don’t ever change.”
