Chapter 20
AXEL
There’s something different about my Lanie. Ever since Max and Tori came to visit, she’s seemed… lighter. She hardly even argues about using her diaper anymore, even though I can tell it embarrasses her.
That isn’t to say the past week hasn’t been full of naughtiness. If anything, Lanie seems to have fully embraced her role as a grown-up toddler, and every time we turn around she’s gotten into some new trouble.
Which is how I find myself staring down at a very repentant Little girl, her shoulders slumped and her eyes locked on the floor as she waits for her punishment.
“You were very, very naughty today, Melanie Brynne.”
At my words, her shoulders hunch even further. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Look at me, Little girl.”
She peeks up at me through her lashes, her bottom lip puffing out in a pout. “I didn’t mean to be naughty, Daddy! It just happened!”
“Really?” I let one of my brows raise. “You just happened to sneak into Uncle Colt’s office and you just happened to find the stack of papers with our quarterly reports printed on them and you just happened to use those papers for your art project?”
“Yes, exactly.” Smile flashing, she beams up at me. “I’m so glad you understand!”
It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing at her. “Melanie…”
“I can’t help it, Daddy! I’m bored!”
Guilt stirs in my chest. The roads have been cleared for over a week, but I haven’t told her that because the thought of taking her into town worries me.
But perhaps I can use that to my advantage.
“Tell you what. If you can go a whole twenty-four hours without getting in trouble with me or your Uncles and Auntie Gray, I’ll take you on a shopping trip in town. ”
“Really?” Excitement lights her eyes and she bounces on her tiptoes, looking for all the world exactly like a Little girl who’s just been promised a treat. “So we can go tomorrow?”
I glance at the ornate cuckoo clock Gray fell in love with during one of our trips into town when we first moved to Forbidden Pines. “If you can make it until four-fifteen tomorrow, we can go first thing Saturday morning. Deal?”
“Deal! Thank you, Daddy!”
“Good. Now, let’s go take care of your spanking and then you owe Uncle Colt a big apology.”
Her shoulders slump again. “Okay, Daddy.”
Pulling out a dining room chair, I sit and guide her over my knee, removing her diaper to give me all the access I need to her naughty bottom. My hand nearly covers both her cheeks, and just like always it only takes a few swats for her to become a squirming, whining mess over my lap.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
With every swat, her bottom turns a darker and darker pink beneath my hand and my cock strains against the denim of my jeans. “I know you are, baby. But that was a very naughty thing you did and it made more work for Uncle Colt. That wasn’t very nice, was it, Melanie Brynne?”
Her voice is full of regret when she wails her response. “No, Daddy! I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again!”
Because she does seem genuinely remorseful, I cap her spanking with six more hard swats to her sit spots before helping her to sit up on my knee. She sobs in my arms, her whole body shaking as I rock her.
“Shh, baby. It’s all over.”
“D-does Un-Uncle Colt h-hate m-me?”
Poor Little girl. “No, little one. Nothing you could ever do would make any of us hate you.”
That seems to settle her, and her sobs slow to soft sniffles and whimpers as she presses herself against me. “I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. But I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”
Her heavy sigh seems to come from her very soul. “Yes, Daddy. Where’s Uncle Colt?”
“In his office. Daddy will come with you.”
Rising from the chair with her in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, I carry her to Colt’s office. “Lanie has something to say to you, Uncle Colt.”
My brother looks up from the papers scattered on his desk, his usually open and friendly face now stern and unyielding. “Yes?”
I put Lanie on her feet in front of the desk and she shoves her hands behind her back, her eyes downcast. “Um, I’m really sorry I ruined your reports, Uncle Colt. It wasn’t very nice of me and I promise I’ll never, ever do it again.”
Sitting back in his chair, Colt studies my babygirl with a critical eye.
“I forgive you, sweetheart.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a long piece of gleaming wood with a handle attached to one end.
“But if I ever catch you in my office without permission again, I will paddle your bottom bright red before passing you off to your Daddy. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Y-yes, Uncle Colt.”
“Good girl.” His expression clears, and he’s once more my fun-loving brother. “Come here, sweetheart. Let Uncle Colt give you a hug.”
Lanie runs around the desk to climb into his lap. And as I watch them together, my Little girl snuggled on my brother’s lap, her sweet giggles piercing the air alongside his deeper chuckles, it’s like some missing piece inside me finally slides into place.
This is the family I was always meant to have. Now, I just have to keep it.
Lanie
It’s torture being good for a whole twenty-four hours, and I come perilously close to earning two separate spankings.
One from Daddy and one from Auntie Gray.
But they both let me off with a stern warning to behave better, so when the sun dawns on Saturday morning, I immediately sit up in Daddy’s bed and give his still-sleeping form a hard shake.
“Daddy, Daddy, wake up! It’s Saturday!”
“It’s barely Saturday, baby,” he grumbles, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Go back to sleep.”
“But Daddy, you promised!”
His heavy sigh seems to shake the whole bed, but before I can celebrate my victory, I find myself flipped onto my stomach, the cool air of Daddy’s bedroom wafting over my bare thighs as he yanks my pajama bottoms down my legs.
“If I’m going to be up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning, I’m going to make it worth opening my eyes,” Daddy growls in my ear as he rips the diaper from me.
A shiver racks my body, but it’s a shiver of need rather than cold and I find myself instinctively raising my hips for his touch. But instead of the erotic pleasure of his fingers in my pussy, I feel a sharp pain spreading across my bottom.
“Owie, Daddy!” I whine, trying to wiggle away from his punishing hand. “I don’t wanna spankin’! I haven’t even been naughty!”
“I know, little runaway.” Again his hand cracks against my ass, layering heat and stinging pain over the existing burn. “This spanking isn’t because you’ve been naughty.”
“Then what—owie!—what’s it for?”
“Just because Daddy wants to.”
Oh. Well, okay then.
Over and over he swats me, until every inch of my bottom and my upper thighs is on fire.
And then he’s behind me, inside me, his giant cock filling and stretching my pussy with one swift thrust that drags a scream of both pleasure and pain from my throat.
There is no gentleness, no finesse, only the primal movements of an animal claiming its mate as he fucks me, fast and furious.
His hips snap against my burning bottom, each thrust reminding me of how thoroughly he spanked me, and it isn’t long until I come screaming for Daddy, my pussy clamping down around the thick length of him as pleasure courses through my veins.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” His voice is rough with need, like someone has rubbed sandpaper all along his vocal chords. “Keep milking Daddy’s cock just like that, babygirl.”
As if I have a choice. My body is no longer mine to command, and my pussy immediately spasms again at his growled order.
“That’s my good fucking girl. You were made for Daddy’s cock, Lanie. My perfect fucking fit.”
Something stirs in my chest, a funny fluttering feeling, and a smile curves my lips as he buries himself inside me, his roar of release echoing around us.
“C’mere, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Rolling off the bed, Daddy scoops me up into his arms. For once, he lets me use the toilet like a big girl, though he’s quick to let me know he’s just making an exception because we have places to be and not to get used to it.
Once my bladder is empty, he fills the tub with steaming water and pretty purple bubbles that smell like a summer’s day. Rubber duckies get added to the bath, and I spend several long minutes making them chase each other around the tub while Daddy scrubs every inch of me clean.
And as he washes me, the part of my brain that’s been screaming at me from the beginning to find a way to escape quiets even further, replaced by the part that is content to simply enjoy being Daddy’s baby.
After all, why would I want to trade in a life where I don’t even have to worry about bathing myself for a life where I’m little more than the hired help and a baby machine?
With bath time finished, Daddy dries me off and carries me back to my nursery to pick out an outfit from the dozens of new clothes Uncle Max and Tori delivered.
I choose the pretty overalls covered with flowers and a pink long-sleeved shirt.
There’s a brief argument over the long underwear Daddy wants me to wear, but six hard spanks to my bare bottom convince me that the extra layers are, indeed, necessary.
Daddy braids my hair in two French braids, one on either side of my head before carrying me down to breakfast.
“There’s our adorable little niece!” Auntie Gray declares, swooping in to pluck me right out of Daddies arms and cradle me in her own. “Are you ready for your trip into town, little one?”
“Yes, Auntie Gray! Are you coming with us?”
“I am. Me and your Uncle Bram. Won’t that be fun?”
Disappointment pricks at me. Of all my Uncles, Bram has been the hardest to get to know. Not because he’s mean or anything, he’s just… reserved. “What about the others?”
“Everyone else has work to do today. Don’t worry, though, you’ll have plenty of time to play with everyone when we get home.”
“All right,” I concede with a sigh. I’m tempted to throw a fit and demand that they all come to town with us, but instinct tells me all that will get me is grounded again with a sore butt.
Uncle Eli calls everyone for breakfast and we eat together, with me perched in the adult-sized highchair next to Daddy’s chair while he feeds me bites of eggs and waffles and fruit.
The last of which is very much against my will, but Daddy threatens to not buy me any sweet treats in town and I crumble like a house of cards.
Finally, Daddy declares I’ve had enough to eat and we’re off. Daddy buckles me into the backseat of his truck with Uncle Bram, while Daddy and Auntie Gray take the front.
“What are you most looking forward to today, little one?” Uncle Bram asks as Daddy’s big black truck rumbles down the steep driveway to the road below.
“Oh. Um, I don’t actually know. What’s your favorite thing to do in town, Uncle Bram?”
“The bookstore,” Auntie Gray answers, twisting around to flash a teasing smile at her brother. “He’d live in that store if we let him.”
“It’s true.” Chuckling softly, Uncle Bram raises one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Would you like to come with me and pick out a few new books for your bookshelf?”
While that’s certainly not the thing I’m looking forward to the most, Uncle Bram looks so earnest I don’t have the heart to turn him down. So I bob my head in agreement and even manage to bounce excitedly in my seat. “Can I have any book I want?”
“Ah…” Uncle Bram’s gaze slides toward the rearview mirror, and Daddy raises a brow. “Any book your Daddy deems appropriate for Little girls.”
“Aw, that’s not fair! Daddy doesn’t think anything is appropriate for Little girls.”
In the mirror, Daddy’s brow raises even higher. “That’s not true. I think bare-bottom spankings are very appropriate for Little girls who sulk and whine about not getting their way.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Mmhmm.”
I manage to make it the rest of the drive without earning any more raised brows or threats, and soon the first glimpses of the town come into view.
“Oh! It’s so cute!”
And it really is. Like something out of an old Western film, with brick buildings of varying heights and sizes stretched along the main road.
Only these buildings are all covered in snow and instead of people strolling along in pretty dresses and dapper suits, the sidewalks are full of people in bulky coats and clunky boots dashing from one building to the next.
Daddy parks the truck in front of a building that just says “Bookstore” in the window—how very original—and kills the engine before turning to face me. “If you can be a good girl for us all day, Daddy will take you to pick out a new toy and some candy before we go home. How does that sound?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
“Good girl. Stay right there and Daddy will come let you out.”
But the excitement bubbling under my skin is too much to contain, so I pop open the buckle of my seatbelt and push open the truck door.
“Shit,” Uncle Bram mutters, fumbling with his own seatbelt. He’s too slow, though, and I manage to hop down from the truck before he can dive for me.
The second my feet hit the ground, however, I realize I miscalculated. My boots immediately slide on a patch of ice I didn’t notice was there and my arms pinwheel wildly as I desperately try to balance myself.
But it’s no use. I can feel myself falling, the ground rushing up to meet me—and then I stop. An iron band wraps around my upper arm and I look up to find myself staring into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Whoa there, little girl.” The woman’s voice is gentle, but deep and smoky in a way that makes her sound older than she looks. Eyes sparkling, she helps steady me. “You all right?”
“Lanie!” Seemingly oblivious to the stranger, Daddy rushes around the side of the truck and wraps me in his arms. “What did I tell you about waiting in the truck, little girl?”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was so slippery!”
“I have half a mind to take you somewhere and…” Daddy trails off, his gaze finally focusing on the pretty woman who rescued me. And when he speaks again, his voice is cold as the ice that nearly took me out just a few seconds ago.
“Hello, Sheriff.”