“Thanks a lot,” Axel grumbles, but when he looks over at me, it isn’t annoyance but relief in his dark gaze.
And just like that, Lanie and I are best friends again. Our Daddies make us lunch—leftover fried chicken, which Lanie apparentlydoesactually love—and we sit and talk about our plans for the day. Plans our Daddies either encourage or reject outright, based on how much of a mess they might make.
It doesn’t even occur to me until much later that night that I managed to go the entire afternoon without even thinking about my escape plans. As I lay in Daddy’s bed, my body still humming with pleasure after being thoroughly fucked once more, I promise myself that first thing tomorrow morning I’ll begin my planning again.
And I almost believe me.
CHAPTER 18
JOSIE
Aweek passes without incident. Or I should say, without anymajorincidents. Lanie manages to get herself in trouble pretty much once a day, often dragging me along with her. But I don’t resent the sore bottoms, or even Uncle Axel forcing us to sit on the couch for an hour with nothing to entertain ourselves after we apparently pushed things a bit too far. For the first time in years, I’m havingfun, and it’s worth every punishment.
I haven’t completely abandoned my plans to escape, though they are certainly moving more slowly than I expected. Well, if I’m being honest, they’re pretty much at a standstill. After that first trip into town, I realized I have no idea who I can trust. Between that, and Daddy’s threat still hanging over me about making anyone I confide in “disappear”, I haven’t wanted to risk talking to anyone.
And escaping from the cabin itself is impossible. If Lanie or myself so much aslookat the front door for too long, we're immediately scooped up by our Daddies or one of their siblings and redirected to another activity. Even when they do takeus outside, they watch us far too closely for me to slip away unnoticed.
So I settle for making trouble with Lanie, and doing my best to convince everyone that I’ve finally accepted my role as Daddy’s Little girl in the hopes they might, eventually, look away long enough for me to make my great escape.
“All right, you two.” Marching into the living room, Auntie Gray pins us with a stern glare. “You’re coming with me.”
“Oh, um.” Clearly nervous by our auntie’s sudden appearance, Lanie presses herself deeper into the couch. “Daddy said to stay here until he told us we could get up.”
“I already spoke with both your Daddies about my plans. Now are you going to do as I say, or am I going to have to paddle both your bottoms?”
That gets us both moving. We hop up from the couch, and Auntie Gray nods once before turning and gesturing for us to follow her. I glance over at Lanie, who shrugs and hurries after Auntie Gray. Unwilling to risk Auntie Gray’s wrath, I follow behind as she leads us up the stairs to… a closet.
What the hell?
Stepping into what I’m realizing now is a shockingly large linen closet, Auntie Gray pulls down a blanket and hands it off to Lanie. “Take that to my bedroom.” Turning back to the shelf, she grabs another blanket and places it in my arms. “You too. Then both of you come back for more.”
More confused now than I was when she first told us to follow her, I do as I’m told and scurry down the hall with my blanket. Lanie drops hers on Auntie Gray’s bed, so I do the same, then turn to meet her equally confused gaze.
“What do you think she’s up to?”
Lanie shrugs. “No idea. I was hoping you might know.”
“Me? Why would I know?”
“Uh, she’syourbest friend.” She doesn’t actually say “Duh” but it’s heavily implied by her tone.
“Was,” I correct her, ignoring the pang in my chest. “Shewasmy best friend.”
“However you wanna phrase it, you've known her way longer than I have so I thought maybe this was some secret Auntie Gray thing I just didn’t know about.”
A memory surfaces, from the before times, and excitement wells up inside me. “Oh my god! Blanket fort!”
Turning on my heel, I run back down the hall to the closet. “Are we making a blanket fort?”
Auntie Gray cocks a brow at me as she passes off a large comforter. “We are. But if I catch you running again, you’ll be building it with a sore bottom, little girl.”
“Sorry, Auntie Gray, I just got excited!”
“I know, sweetheart, but you need to be careful. Take this blanket and I’ll be right behind you.”
Lanie and I each take one more, and we hurry back down the hall as quickly as we dare so that we don’t get in trouble. Despite all the mischief we've been making the past week, neither one of us wants to ruin the fun with a spanking right now.
In her bedroom, Auntie Gray sets her blanket down on top of the others and looks around, a grin stretching across her face. “All right, little girls. Let’s build ourselves a fort.”
