Chapter 5
MELANIE
Maybe it’s ridiculous of me, but relief floods my system as my pinky finger hooks with his. Relief, followed quickly by a jolt of electricity so sharp it nearly makes me gasp. Not from static or any such banal thing, but pure, unadulterated desire.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before I can give that question any more consideration, I find myself pulled forward, over the giant’s left knee so that my ass is pointed straight at the ceiling and I’m staring down at the gleaming hardwood beneath me.
It takes a moment for my brain to comprehend what’s happening, but when it does, I come alive, kicking and wriggling for all I’m worth.
“Hey! You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”
A breeze wafts over my skin as my skirts are once again flipped up and all my most private places are exposed to this complete stranger. “No, I promised no harm would come to you. A spanking is not harm, it’s simply a tool to make sure Little girls do as they’re told.”
“That’s a distinction without a difference!”
“Disagree. It’s a very important difference, actually.
” His large, rough hand cups my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Harm would be letting you run outside in the snow where you could lose a few fingers, or worse, to frostbite, assuming we could find you at all before the storm took you. Trust me when I tell you the pain of this spanking is a small price to pay for keeping all your appendages where they belong.”
I don’t want him to have a point, but dammit, he’s right.
And what’s worse is I know better. I was raised in these mountains, though in an area not quite as remote as this cabin appears to be, and I know how quickly someone can get disoriented in the middle of a blizzard.
Add onto that the fact that I have no idea where I am, or how close the next house or town might be, and the odds are very, very good I would have died out there if he hadn’t come after me.
None of that gives him the right to beat me, however, so I don’t give up on my attempts to free myself, even as that first searing swat lands across my ass.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I get the point! No more running out into the snow.”
“Nice try, my naughty little runaway. This spanking will not end until I am completely convinced you will do exactly as you are told at all times, especially when you’re being given rules for your own safety.”
Another spank lands, and despite all the years I’ve spent bemoaning the size of my ass, his hand covers nearly every inch of it. Each swat builds on the pain of the last, the skin growing hotter and hotter beneath his palm as the spanking continues.
God it hurts, more than I ever imagined it could, and it doesn’t take long for my sense of self-preservation to shift from fighting my way free to convincing him I’ve learned my lesson.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“Glad to hear it, little one.”
But the spanking doesn’t stop, it doesn’t so much as pause to give me a second of relief. Instead, the swats shift lower, part of his huge hand catching the tops of my thighs and I let out a howl of pain at the fresh sting.
For what feels like forever, I alternate between fighting and begging, until all the energy seems to drain me at once and I collapse over his knee, tears streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto the smooth floor beneath me.
“Please,” I choke out, my chest shuddering with sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Whatever saint is assigned to look over reckless women who don’t look twice before they leap must be taking pity on me because the spanking ends there. Axel’s hard hand settles on my aching flesh, his touch surprisingly gentle as he rubs some of the sting from my skin.
“You’re ready to be Daddy’s good girl now? You’ll follow the rules and you won’t try to go running out into the woods without me?”
“Y-yes. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Oh, my precious little girl. You want to think twice before you promise a man like me anything. But I will make you a deal.”
“Wh-what kinda deal?”
The hand on my bottom pauses, gently cupping my cheeks. “Say ‘I’ll be a good girl, Daddy’ and we’ll end the punishment here.”
From somewhere deep inside me, rebellion wells. “I am not calling you that.”
“You will, or I will give you the punishment I originally had in mind which means bending you over the arm of the couch for a dozen strokes of Daddy’s belt.”
Oh, god. I forgot all about his belt. And I’m already in far too much agony to risk more punishment.
So despite everything inside me screaming to not give in, to not surrender, I find myself nodding. “Okay.”
Another gentle squeeze. “Say it, and then you can have plenty of snuggles and hot cocoa.”
Something about the offered treat taps into the Little girl still hidden deep inside me. “With mini marshmallows?”
“Of course. I’m not a monster.”
Yeah, it’s not like you go around beating women you barely know or anything.
Biting back the sarcastic retort, I call upon every bit of courage I have inside me and force the words out.
“I’ll… I’ll be a good girl, D… Daddy.”
Axel
I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.
Nothing in my rather colorful life up until this point could have prepared me for the sweet sound of those words from my Little girl’s lips.
I’ve heard the girls on the island say them often enough, considering they can’t seem to go more than ten minutes without someone needing their bottom spanked.
But coming from my little runaway, her voice soft and sweet as she sniffles back tears… fuck me if it isn’t the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.
And now that she’s been properly punished, I can give into the need that’s been burning through my veins since the first moment I laid eyes on her. Stroking my hands over her warm skin, I let my fingers drift lower to where she is delightfully soaking wet for me.
“Hmm. Seems like someone enjoyed her spanking a bit more than she let on.”
Melanie squeezes her legs together as much as she’s able, but with her position over my knee it isn’t enough to keep her from my touch. “I did not,” she insists, her voice pitching up to an adorable whine that shoots straight to my already aching cock.
“Really?” I let the fake surprise color my tone as I shift her over my knee, spreading her wide again so I can slide one thick finger into her wet heat. “Perhaps you wet yourself, then. It’s a good thing I have plenty of diapers on hand if you can’t control your bladder, little one.”
“Oh my god, I did not piss myself!”
Pulling my soaked fingers free, I use her arousal against her, stroking her swollen clit as she whimpers and grinds herself against my thigh. “Then tell the truth, little one. Did getting your bare bottom spanked like a naughty Little girl make your pretty kitty all wet for Daddy?”
“No.”
“Hmm.” Now I push two fingers inside her, pulling a shocked gasp from the naughty girl over my knee as I force her to stretch for me. “Do you know what happens to Little girls who lie to their Daddies, Melanie?”
“Th-they get spanked?”
“Sometimes. And sometimes they get put on their knees so they can take Daddy’s cock down their throats and they get sent to bed without being allowed even one single orgasm.
” Pumping my fingers in and out of her tight sheath, I let my voice drop to a low growl.
“So this is your last chance to be honest with Daddy before you find out exactly how mean I can be when I put my mind to it. Did your spanking make your little pussy wet for me, Melanie?”
It takes several long seconds, full of her pitiful whines and gasps, but finally she gives in, her voice trembling as she gives me the words I want to hear.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good little girl.” Pulling my fingers free once more, I sigh heavily. “But unfortunately for you, naughty girls who put themselves in danger don’t get rewarded with orgasms.”
Over my knee, she stiffens, but she doesn’t argue. “That’s fine. I don’t want you to touch me anyway.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Letting her have her delusions for the time being, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck her juices from my skin.
Fucking delicious. And all mine.
Scooping her up into my arms, I cradle her panting form against my chest. And to my utter delight, she curls into me with a soft sigh, clinging to me as if I’m her only source of comfort.
“That was beautiful, baby. Thank you for being honest with Daddy. And with yourself. It’s okay to admit you enjoy Daddy’s discipline.”
“But I don’t,” she whines, pressing her face into my neck. “It hurt and I don't ever want another spankin’ again.”
Does she realize how young she sounds? How her words, her voice have changed ever so slightly?
Pointing it out now seems destined for disaster, so I keep those observations to myself as I rise from the couch with her still cradled in my arms. “Let’s go see about that hot cocoa your Auntie Gray promised us.”
It doesn’t shock me to find my sister parked beside the stove, steadily stirring the contents of a large saucepan. What does surprise me, though, is the pure longing in her eyes as she takes in the soft, sweet bundle in my arms.
“It’s almost ready,” she says, abandoning the pot to run a hand over Melanie’s dark curls. Her voice is firm, unforgiving. “But only Little girls who promise to never go outside without a grown-up are allowed to have any.”
Melanie hesitates, but either all the defiance has been spanked out of her, or she really, really wants that hot cocoa because she slowly nods. “I promise.”
Gray’s expression softens just a fraction. “Good girl. Have your Daddy help you choose a mug for your hot cocoa.”
Shifting Melanie to settle her on my hip, which is something of a feat with her voluminous skirts, I open the door to the cabinet where our mug collection has gathered.
“Oh! There's so many!”
A sense of wonder infuses her voice, reminding me even more of a Little girl. “Your Uncle Colt has a fondness for them, and he picks a new one up whenever he travels.”
“I keep telling you, I don’t have—”
“You can say it however often you want, but you have plenty of uncles in this house, and then your Auntie Gray. And if you fail to address any of them properly, Daddy will spank your bottom again, right in front of them.” Leaving her to chew over that bit of information, I reach for the mug Colt brought home from his most recent trip down to New Orleans.
It’s the most colorful of the bunch, much like the city itself, bright pink with dancing alligators wrapped around the cup.
“What about this one? It’s perfect for a pretty Little girl. ”
Again her cheeks flush at being called pretty and she nods. “I like pink.”
Good to know. I tuck that information in the back of my mind as I pull down mugs for myself and Gray. While my sister pours the hot chocolate into the mugs, I get the mini marshmallows down and pluck a small handful from the bag to dump into the mugs.
But when I glance over, Melanie’s bottom lip has puffed out and her brows are furrowed. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You said I could have marshmallows.”
“I did. And I gave you marshmallows.”
“No, you’re teasing me with marshmallows. There’s only like three!”
There are certainly more than three marshmallows in the mug. I’m just about to tell her that what’s in her mug is more than enough sugar for one Little girl when Gray reaches across me to scoop some more out of the bag.
“Don’t be so stingy, Ax. Give the girl some marshmallows.”
Smug is the only way to describe my Little girl as her Auntie Gray dumps more sugary goodness into her mug. “Thank you, Auntie Gray.”
“You’re welcome, little one.” Handing me a cup of my own, Gray pins her with a look much more reminiscent of the sister I know and love.
“But don’t go getting any ideas. I’m only giving you more marshmallows because your Daddy is notoriously stingy with them.
I wouldn’t normally help you get around his rules. ”
“I understand,” Melanie chirps, so sweet and bright it instantly has the hairs on the back of my neck raising with suspicion.
“Good. Now, you two go get settled at the big table. I’m going to let the others know we’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” Melanie asks.
A smile curves Gray’s lips. “To meet the rest of the family.”