Chapter 17
MELANIE
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Is that a belt?
My hands automatically move behind me, as if I’ll somehow be able to shield myself from the coming punishment. “I’m sorry, Daddy, please don’t spank me!”
“I fell for that sweet Little girl act once, Melanie Brynne, and you turned right around and proved you need me to be stricter.” Moving toward the snowmobile, he rips the tarp the rest of the way off and points to the seat. “Bend over here.”
“Y-you want to spank me here?”
“Yes. I want you to remember this spanking every time you so much as look at this barn.”
With my hands still firmly behind me, I dance from foot to foot, my gaze sweeping the barn in search of some kind of escape. “But Daddy, it’s cold!”
In reality, the barn is surprisingly warm. Not as toasty as the house, but clearly they have some kind of heating system on out here, so there’s no danger of hypothermia or frostbite.
But I have to try something.
One corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk. “You didn’t seem too worried about the cold when you snuck out of the house. But don’t worry, Daddy will warm you up in no time. Now bend over that seat before I decide you need your bottom welted and fucked.”
It takes a moment for his meaning to register, but when it does I immediately rush over to the snowmobile and throw myself over the wide seat. The thought of his giant cock anywhere near my bottom hole terrifies me enough to rip the last shreds of defiance from my body.
Sniffling pitifully, I glance over my shoulder at him. “I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I don’t think you are, little runaway.” Tugging the tabs of my diaper open, he whisks it off me, leaving me bare and exposed. “I think you are very sorry you got caught, but I don’t think you’re the least bit sorry that you tried to escape.”
Well… duh. I do at least have enough self-preservation not to actually say that, but I give into the urge to roll my eyes since I’m fairly certain he can’t see me.
Behind me, Axel’s low, wicked chuckle tells me I might have miscalculated. “Little girl, if you can’t at least pretend to be remorseful, this is going to be a very long spanking.”
Shit.
Without even giving me a chance to defend myself, he whips the belt across my exposed bottom, pulling a shocked shriek from my throat. The explosion of pain from the supple leather is more intense than I could have imagined, and I am already feeling very, very sorry… for myself.
“Ow, Daddy, it hurts!”
Another stripe of the belt, a bit lower now along the fullest curve of my ass. “If you think this hurts, imagine how much pain you’d be in if you wrecked that snowmobile in the dark.”
Two more times he whips me, and tears burn in my eyes both from the pain of the spanking and the sheer frustration his words inspire. “I’m not stupid. I can drive a snowmobile.”
“Really? So you’ve driven one before?” When I don’t answer immediately, he brings the belt down across my ass again and I yelp at the shock of stinging agony the leather leaves behind. “Answer me, Melanie Brynne. Have you driven a snowmobile before?”
“It can’t be that hard.” I’m whining again, sounding exactly like the Little girl he wants me to be.
“Tell you what. Tomorrow, you are grounded and you will be spending the entire day in the house. But if you can behave yourself during your restriction, Daddy will let you try driving the snowmobile and you can see for yourself how hard it is or isn’t. There is a catch, though.”
“What catch?”
“If you can drive in a straight line from the barn to the bottom of the hill, I’ll let you drive into town and tell Sheriff Donnelly all about how I ‘kidnapped’ you and held you hostage as my baby.”
It sounds too good to be true, so it probably is. “What if I can’t make it down the hill?”
“Then you will get another whipping with Daddy’s belt and Daddy’s cock in your bottom as a reminder to listen to me when I tell you something is too dangerous for a Little girl.”
Crap. That’s a hell of a catch. But don’t I at least owe it to myself to try? The reward, in this case, wildly outweighs the risk. “It’s a deal.”
“All right, then. For now, you are going to take the rest of your spanking and I want you to seriously think about how much it would hurt you and your family if something had happened to you tonight.”
“My family probably already thinks I’m dead.” I should feel guilty about that, right? Or at least… bad. But I only feel hollow.
“Not that family,” Axel says, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Your new family. We would be devastated if you got hurt or worse, little one. That’s why I have to be so strict with you.”
“Oh.” Now the guilt kicks in, settling heavy in my chest, so heavy it feels like I can’t breathe. “I’m sorry.”
“Now that sounds like a proper apology. Six more and then we can go back to bed.”
Maybe it’s because of the break between strokes. Maybe it’s because now I actually do feel kinda bad for trying to escape. Whatever the reason, the next stripe across my ass feels like hellfire and I don’t even bother trying to hold back the tears as they flood my eyes.
Each stroke is delivered with measured precision, so that by the time he finishes my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs are burning and throbbing. Slumped over the seat of the snowmobile I cry out the pain and guilt with deep, shuddering sobs that rack my entire body.
“Come here, little one. It’s all over now.” Scooping me up into his arms, Axel carries me out of the barn. Cold air brushes over my still-exposed bottom, soothing some of the ache, and I’m tempted to wiggle out of his hold so I can plop my burning bottom into the snow.
But the temptation is fleeting, because I don’t actually want to escape his arms. There’s comfort here, no matter how confusing I might find it, and right now I crave that comfort more than I want the ache in my bottom to ease.
My tears slow and I sniffle quietly, dropping my head onto his shoulder and closing my eyes. “Are you still very mad?”
“No, baby. I’m just happy you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.”
I believe him. Maybe I’ve just fallen victim to some form of Stockholm Syndrome, but fuck me if I don’t actually believe he just wants me to be safe. “Am I really grounded tomorrow?”
“Yes. But I’m sure Daddy can find plenty of ways to keep you occupied while you're stuck in the house.”
My eyes are already drooping when we step back into the warmth of the house, but even through my eyelids I can tell all the lights are on.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Auntie Gray’s worried voice pierces my consciousness and again my chest constricts with the guilt of having worried her.
“Other than a welted bottom, she’s fine. Thought she could drive one of the snowmobiles into town.”
“Has she ever even driven one before?”
“No. But apparently she figured it ‘can’t be that hard’.”
When Auntie Gray speaks again, her voice is hard as steel. “I hope you spanked that nonsense right out of her head.”
“I did. She’s also restricted to the house for the entire day tomorrow. Would you mind letting the others know so they’re not begging me to let her go out and play?”
There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, and if I wasn’t teetering on the edge of sleep I might have laughed at the image of his giant lumberjack brothers with their hands clasped and pouts on their faces as they plead with my stern Daddy to let me go outside.
“Of course.” A gentle hand brushes over my hair as Auntie Gray sighs. “She’ll settle in soon enough.”
“I know. But hopefully she won’t settle too much. I’d be very disappointed if she never gave me a reason to spank her naughty bottom again.”
I don’t think you have to worry about that.
He says goodnight to Auntie Gray and then we’re moving again, up the stairs to my nursery where he wraps me in a fresh diaper. And the last thing I’m aware of before sleep finally takes me are his lips on my forehead as he whispers goodnight.
Melanie
I wake, not in my crib, but in a large bed, my diapered bottom pressed up against Axel’s groin.
Even through the thick cotton I can feel the length of him and heat floods my body as I give my hips a tentative wriggle.
There’s a flash of pain, the lingering remnants of my whipping the night before, but the pain only makes me hungrier for the feel of him inside me, stretching me open.
Maybe I’m even more wicked and sinful than I thought.
I’m rewarded for all my wriggling with the twitching of his cock, so I try again, pushing back against him this time.
“Naughty girl.”
His voice, rough with sleep, rumbles in my ear as his arm wraps around me, pulling me even closer. The heat of his bare chest presses against my back and my clit throbs in response.
“I wasn’t trying to be naughty. I was just… curious.”
“Hmm.” Surprisingly soft lips skim my shoulder. “Use your diaper and Daddy will satisfy your curiosity all you want.”
“Can’t I just use the bathroom like a normal person? Please?”
“No.” As if to punctuate his answer, he presses hard on my bladder just like the day before. “Little girls use their diapers. Be a good girl and Daddy will teach you how to ride his cock.”
I don’t want that to sound like fun. But there is some part of me, the too-curious-for-my-own-good part that really wants to learn.
That doesn’t mean I’m just going to give in, though. “You could just do that anyway and let me use the bathroom. I mean, either way you get to fuck me, right?”
“Do we need to start our morning with some soap, little girl?”
Whoops. How did I forget about the soap? “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, here’s how this morning is going to go.
” The hand on my bladder presses even more firmly and I have to actively fight the urge to pee.
“You are going to use your diaper. Daddy is going to fuck you. The only thing that is currently up for debate is whether or not you get to come all over Daddy’s cock.
If you do not wet yourself by the count of three, you lose your orgasm privileges for the rest of the day. One.”
Dammit. Those orgasms have been the one enjoyable thing about being kidnapped. Do I really want to risk not being allowed to come all day on top of being grounded?
Absolutely not.
“Two.”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“Try harder, little one.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus on relaxing my muscles as the pressure on my bladder increases. And am rewarded by the warm flood of my body relieving itself in my diaper.
Maybe someday I’ll get used to the humiliation of pissing myself. But that day is clearly not today.
“Such a good little baby you are,” Axel murmurs in my ear, his hand moving down to pull my wet diaper away. “Would you like to ride Daddy’s cock now, little one?”
I shouldn’t. After everything he’s put me through, the spankings, the diapers, the utter humiliation and pain he’s forced on me, I shouldn’t want any part of him anywhere near me.
But I do.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I manage to stutter out as his thick fingers slide between my soaked pussy lips.
“My needy little girl.” Behind me, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Come on, then. Let Daddy teach you how to properly ride a cock.”
Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him and I straddle his wide hips to the best of my ability. The blunt head of his cock presses against my dripping cunt and I let my head fall back with a sigh as I lower myself onto his thick length.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck, you feel so good on Daddy’s cock.”
It takes me several long seconds to fully settle on him with as large as he is. By the time my hips come to rest against his, I’m impossibly full, my pussy stretched wider than I ever thought possible.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough with his own need as his hands grip my hips. “Lift up and roll your hips forward.”
It’s awkward at first, but he patiently guides my every move until I’m able to move with more confidence, my thighs burning with exertion as I ride my Daddy’s cock.
“That’s my greedy Little girl,” he praises, one corner of his mouth curling up in a knowing smirk. “Do you want to come all over Daddy’s cock, baby?”
“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
A rough thumb presses against my swollen clit, driving me ever closer to that shimmering peak with every roll of my hips. And in no time at all, pleasure explodes inside me, coursing through my veins, and I slump over him, boneless from the force of it.
With an easy strength that thrills me to my core, Axel rolls, sinking into me, fucking me with deep, sure strokes.
“My beautiful babygirl,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss across my cheek that rocks me to my core with the pure sweetness of it. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cum, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, arching up into him, wrapping my legs around his hips as he moves inside me.
The room around us is silent but for the sounds of our pleasure. Until, at last, he thrusts into my aching pussy one final time, burying his cock as deep inside me as he possibly can.
His deep chuckle is somewhat strangled as he nuzzles at my neck. “I might have to let you sleep in Daddy’s bed every night just for that wake-up call, little one.”
“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”
And for a brief, shining moment, I’m perfectly content with the idea of being trapped in his bed every single night, with no chance of escape.
But then he reaches under me and gives my bottom a hard squeeze. Pain flashes through me and the memory of being bent over a snowmobile while he whipped my bare ass with his belt pops into my mind.
No. I don’t care how good the orgasms are, there’s no possible way I’m spending a second longer in this house than necessary. I’m getting the fuck out of here, whatever the cost.