Chapter 25
LANIE
Being grounded sucks.
It was bad enough for one day, even though I got off early because Uncle Max and Tori came to visit. But a whole week is nearly unbearable. Even the trip into town to see my parents barely put a dent in my boredom.
The visit was both harder and easier than I thought it would be.
Harder, because as desperate as I was to escape my arranged marriage, I hadn’t realized how much I actually missed my parents.
And hearing how worried they’d been after I disappeared, how they’d searched everywhere, how devastated they’d been when I’d been presumed dead…
Needless to say, there were lots of tears and apologies on both sides.
The easy part, though, was introducing them to Axel. Despite his gruff mountain man appearance, he was nothing but charming with my parents. Nobody would ever know I was wearing a diaper, waiting on pins and needles for him to punish my bottom inside and out once we got home.
Except… he didn’t. I thought for sure as soon as we got back to the cabin I’d be stripped bare for Daddy’s belt, but he just sent me to go help Uncle Eli in the kitchen.
And it’s been like that for seven whole days. Each day I’ve been given a new “assignment” which feels like an extra punishment in and of itself. Especially the day I had to help Uncle Colt file papers in his office.
I’d rather have had a spanking.
Of course, there have been plenty of those, as well.
Because with every day that passes without Daddy giving me my Big Punishment, the more antsy and short-tempered I get.
Yesterday, Auntie Gray took her hairbrush to my bare bottom until I was convinced I’d never sit comfortably again for the rest of my life.
I wonder what today will bring. Logically, I should be spending it with Daddy, helping him chop and haul wood and check the house and surrounding property for anything that needs fixing.
But I doubt he’s going to let me out of the house, even to work, so I’ll probably be stuck in Uncle Colt’s office again.
I’m still pouting about the possibility when Daddy’s arm slides around me, pulling me back against his hard chest as he nuzzles at my throat. “What are you thinking about so loudly at such an early hour, little one?”
“I’m wondering why you’re torturing me by making me wait so long for my spanking.”
His chest vibrates against my back as he laughs. “Because waiting is part of your punishment. But you’re in luck. Today is the final day of your restriction, and before you go to bed tonight, that naughty little bottom of yours will be properly and soundly punished.”
Arousal floods my diaper. “Finally.”
“Well, if you’re so eager…”
Rolling, he scoops me off the bed and carries me into the nursery, where he lays me out on my changing table. “First things first, we need to make sure that bottom is nice and cleaned out before Daddy fills it up with his cum.”
It takes a moment for me to understand his meaning. “Oh, Daddy, no! I don’t wanna enema!”
“Too bad, my little runaway.” Smiling down at me, he pulls the thick leather strap over my stomach, securing me to the changing table. “Daddy promised you a punishment you would never forget, and that’s what you’re getting.”
No matter how much I whine or plead or cry—and I do all three a lot—nothing deters him from filling my bowels with the warm water of the enema. And by the time he carries me to the bathroom to empty that water into the toilet, I’m already a very sorry Little girl.
And Daddy is just getting started.
As soon as I’m out of the bath and all dried off, he carries me back to his bedroom where he sits on the edge of his bed and flips me over his knee. “All right, little one. Let’s get this bottom prepared to take Daddy’s cock tonight.”
“Daddy, no! Please, I’ll be good forever and ever, I promise!”
But nothing deters him. Spreading my bottom cheeks with one hand, he squirts a cold liquid onto my exposed hole, making me squeal in response. His thick finger probes that forbidden opening, forcing me to open for him.
“It makes me so happy that you chose to stay with us, my sweet baby.” Completely ignoring my whimpers and whines of protest, he pushes his finger deeper inside me, stretching my already sore hole with a pinch and burn.
“But it’s time for Daddy to claim all of you, so that you always remember exactly who you belong to. ”
“I remember, Daddy, I remember!” Humiliation washes over me, mingling with the burning pain of having my bottom stretched open for his thick finger.
“Do you?” Now he pumps his finger in and out of me, mimicking the act he has planned for later. “Did you remember who you belonged to when you tried to run away from me again?”
“I wasn’t running from you,” I whisper, my voice already thick with tears even though he hasn’t even spanked me yet. “I thought I was saving you. And our family. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
His finger withdraws from me and a moment later something much thicker and harder presses against my entrance.
“You listen to me right now, little girl.” The hard thing pushes inside me, stretching me even wider than his finger and I gasp as the pain becomes almost more than I can bear.
“It is Daddy’s job to protect you. I understand you were worried, but if you had waited ten minutes like I had told you to, you would have known that I had a plan and I’d come to an agreement with the sheriff.
Everything was under control, but you didn’t trust me enough to take care of you, and you almost got yourself killed trying to take matters into your own hands.
And that will not happen again. Am I making myself crystal fucking clear right now, Melanie Brynne? ”
Guilt settles heavy in my chest. Because he’s right.
I didn’t trust him to take care of me, and I made things so much worse than they needed to be.
“Yes, Daddy.” Tears are falling freely down my cheeks as the thing in my bottom settles into place, my hole closing around the narrow neck but my bottom still feeling so very full. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, baby.” Daddy pats my bottom gently. “I want you to go stand in that corner and think about everything we’ve discussed while I go wash my hands, and then we can have breakfast.”
On my feet, I swipe at the tears streaming down my face. “Aren’t you gonna spank me?”
“I am. Later.” Gripping my chin, Daddy’s serious eyes meet mine. “But breakfast first. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned for you, my naughty little runaway.”
Axel
It’s adorable, watching her cheeks flush with embarrassment as my Little girl shifts from foot to foot in front of me.
No doubt the plug is very uncomfortable, which is exactly how I want it.
I want her mind on me and my discipline every second of the day until I finally claim that sweet little bottom with my cock.
Forcing my expression into stern lines, I point to the corner. “Go, Melanie Brynne, before I decide you aren’t taking this seriously and you need to eat breakfast on a red-hot bottom.”
That gets her moving. With a shocked little yelp she hurries over to the corner and wedges herself as tightly into the crevice as she can. Satisfied she’ll stay where I’ve put her, I take my time washing my hands before returning to the bedroom.
I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her fidget in the corner. What a beautiful sight she makes, my pretty Little girl with all her round curves and that cute little plug peeking out from between her bottom cheeks. My cock is already aching, desperate to be inside her.
And, well, I’m not the one being punished, now, am I?
“Come here, Melanie.”
Turning away from the corner, she hurries over to stand in front of me, her cheeks still bright with embarrassment. “Yes, Daddy?”
“On your knees.”
She obeys with almost comical haste, dropping to her knees in front of me, her head tilted up and her dark eyes wide with expectation. Tugging my cock free of my pajama bottoms, I grip her hair, holding her in place while I guide the thick length between her lips.
Pleasure arcs through my veins as she takes all of me into her warm, wet mouth and I don’t bother to hold back my groan. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. You take Daddy’s cock so well, my pretty, pretty girl.”
Her eyes light at my praise, even as the head of my cock bumps the back of her throat and she chokes around the length of me.
“Good girl,” I growl as I fuck her mouth, her throat spasming around me, squeezing me so tightly my vision goes dark around the edges.
I’m feral for her, this beautiful Little girl on her knees in front of me, and it takes every bit of self-control I have not to simply let go and fuck her with abandon.
That will come later, when she takes me in her pretty little bottom for the first time.
For now, I settle for slow, measured strokes. For the feel of her warm mouth around me until the pleasure finally overwhelms me and I pour every drop of my cum down her throat.
“You did so good for me, baby,” I murmur, running my thumb through the drool coating her chin. “Are you ready for breakfast now, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is hoarse from my abuse of her throat, and a dark thrill races up my spine at the sound. And despite having just come in her mouth, my cock is already aching for another round.
It’s going to be a long day.
Elias brings us breakfast, which we eat at the little table in her nursery, with her seated in the wooden highchair beside me. Even with a fresh diaper on, the plug is clearly making itself known in her bottom, judging by the way she crinkles her nose and squirms in her chair every few seconds.
And the closer we get to the end of breakfast, the worse the squirming gets, combined with worried little glances and the nibbling of her bottom lip.
I’m almost tempted to let her off easy and finish her punishment as soon as we finish, but I remind myself that the wait is part of the punishment.
My Little girl needs to learn patience, and she needs to remember that when Daddy tells her to wait, she needs to wait.
So after breakfast I pluck her from her chair and carry her back to my bedroom, where I pull one of my old t-shirts over her head, just like when she first came to live with us.
To my surprise, she doesn’t argue. In fact, her entire face lights up and she snuggles into the shirt with a sigh. “I love all the clothes Uncle Max brought for me, but I miss wearing your shirts.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. They smell like you and they’re just so… cozy.”
I had meant for the shirt to be a reminder that she belongs to me and that everything down to the clothes she wears is controlled by her Daddy. But I don’t have the heart to tell her that, not when she looks so damn pleased by the prospect of wearing Daddy’s shirt for the day.
Once I’m dressed for the day as well, I settle her on my hip again head for the bedroom door. But I paused when Lanie makes an odd noise as I reach for the knob. “Something wrong, little one?”
“No. It’s just, um, I thought you were gonna… you know.” When I stare at her blandly, she huffs out an annoyed breath. “Spank me! I thought you were gonna spank me!”
“I am.” Twisting the knob, I pull the door open. “Tonight, so that you can fall asleep with your bottom hot and sore and full of Daddy’s cum.”
“You mean I have to wait all day?” She sounds so scandalized, it’s all I can do not to burst into laughter.
“Trust me, little one. It will be well worth the wait. I promise.”