Chapter 15 #2
“You’re welcome.” Leaning down until we’re nearly nose to nose, he drops his voice to a low growl. “But the next time you tell me no, little girl, I will bend you over my knee and spank your bottom bright red before I fill it with Daddy’s cum. Am I making myself very clear, Melanie?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Let’s finish your snowman.”
Well, if he was worried about me getting cold, he doesn’t have to worry any longer. Every inch of my body is on fire from his threat, and I’m a bit surprised to find the snow around me hasn’t completely melted away from the heat.
Together with Uncle Colt, we roll a slightly smaller sphere for the middle of the snowman, and then a smaller one yet for the head.
At some point, the others joined us, bringing little knickknacks to dress him with.
Buttons, a scarf, a carrot for a nose, and a beanie all grace the snowman by the time we’re finished.
Someone even managed to find twigs that look almost eerily like hands.
“He’s perfect,” I say with a sigh.
Plucking me out of the snow again, Axel chuckles. “He is, and he’s finished. Which means it’s time for a certain Little girl to go back inside.”
I can’t really argue, as much as I want to, so I heave a long-suffering sigh instead. “Yes, Daddy.”
Carrying me back into the house, he bypasses the kitchen, and I let out a cry of protest. “Hey! You promised me hot chocolate!”
“I did, and Daddy always keeps his promises. But first we have to get you changed back into some comfy clothes.”
“Fine.” I drag the word out into several syllables, earning me another of those low laughs.
It feels… nice, I decide, being able to make him laugh so easily. I’ve never had that before, not with my family or anyone, really. Before yesterday, I would have said I wasn’t very funny. But Axel and the others seem perpetually amused by me, and the feeling is growing on me.
Back in the nursery, Axel strips the layers upon layers of clothes from me, until I’m left in nothing but my diaper.
There’s something about being clad in just the thick cotton that’s even more humiliating than being completely naked and I wonder if I’ll ever adjust to the feeling or if I’ll just have to resign myself to living the next week or so in a state of constant embarrassment.
To my surprise, Axel doesn’t pull one of his oversized t-shirts over my head. Instead, he takes a seat in the oversized armchair that takes up one corner of the room and pulls me over his lap.
“Daddy, no! I don’t want a spanking!”
“Shh, little one. Daddy isn’t going to spank you.”
Oh. “Then why am I in the spanking position?”
More laughter, rumbling through his body as he peels the diaper from me. “You were outside for a very long time, little one. Daddy just wants to check your temperature and make sure you aren’t hypothermic.”
Check your temperature. That means—
“Daddy, no!”
But my protests, as usual, have no effect on him. One large hand grips my bottom cheeks, spreading them wide for the cold slickness of the thermometer.
“Relax your bottom, Melanie. It will only hurt worse if you fight me.”
Even though I know, logically, he’s right, my instincts have kicked in and I have to fight my own body to get my muscles to relax. To allow the slender glass tube into my bottom while I whimper and whine over Daddy’s lap.
“That’s my good girl. Now… how to pass the time while we wait for the thermometer…”
Nudging my thighs apart with his hand, he slides two thick fingers into my shamefully soaked pussy. And against my own wishes, my hips raise up, a silent entreaty for more as he strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
“You really are a filthy Little girl,” he says with another low, wicked laugh as he works me into a frenzy. “Begging for more of Daddy’s touch with your bottom stuffed full. Dirty, filthy little baby.”
I am. I’m dirty, and sinful, and horrible.
And I don’t fucking care.
Right now, all I care about is reaching that pinnacle of pleasure he’s pushing me toward. My entire being is focused on that pleasure, and even the thermometer in my ass can’t distract me from it. If anything, that slightly full feeling is only making me wetter, needier.
“That’s my good little baby,” he croons, his thumb pressing against my swollen clit. “Come for Daddy, little one. Now.”
At the growled command, the pressure inside me shatters and I come screaming and bucking over his lap, my bottom clenching tightly around the thermometer. And when I’m finally spent, I collapse over his knee, panting for breath as he slides the thermometer from my bottom.
“Ninety-seven point two. A little low, but not alarming. Nothing a little hot chocolate won’t fix.”
My body is still humming with pleasure as he wraps my diaper around me again and dresses me in a fresh shirt and socks before carrying me downstairs to the kitchen where Uncle Eli is busy ladling hot chocolate out of a giant pot into several mugs on the counter.
Uncle Colt slips me an extra handful of mini marshmallows with a wink, and as I sit on Daddy’s lap, sipping my almost too-sweet hot chocolate, I can’t help but think how dangerous it is here.
But not for the reasons I thought at first. Because now I know the real danger isn’t that this family of giant, loud lumberjacks will cause me any harm.
It’s that I might fall in love with all of them and when the thaw comes, I won’t be able to leave.