by Maggie Ryan
“Elena!”
“Oh, you scared me!” she said, pressing her hand to her chest and bending to pick up the phone she’d dropped.
“I scared you?” Liam said. “Little girl, what in the hell were you thinking? Get inside right now!”
“I told you I was going to—”
“Now!”
His shout had her jumping again and then hurrying past him and up the stairs. Her plan to warm up before the fire was thwarted when her arm was caught before she took three steps. In fact, she was completely lifted off the floor. The moment she found herself tucked beneath his arm, squealing when he propped his foot up on the ottoman causing her to dangle over his knee, she knew she was in trouble. The none too gentle yanking down of her leggings, tights, and panties confirmed it.
“No, Daddy! I told you I was going to take pictures!”
A flurry of smacks had her gasping, her feet kicking. “You do not tell Daddy no… ever! And, young lady, you do not go anywhere without asking me!”
“I did ask if I can take pictures!”
When would she learn that backtalk was not a smart idea? Evidently not soon enough because the swats came faster and harder. She shrieked when he delivered a few to the very sensitive crease where her legs met her bottom.
“I’m sorry! Daddy, please! I didn’t mean to be naughty! Ow! Ow!” Her hands gripped his leg, her apology made to the floor.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I came downstairs and you were gone? When you weren’t on the porch or even in the yard?” His questions were accompanied by additional swats to her bottom, which was already burning. Suddenly, she understood she’d really scared him.
“I wasn’t running, Daddy. I promise… I won’t ever run away again. I’m so sorry.”
Though the spanking hurt, that wasn’t what had her bursting into tears. It was the fact that she’d caused the man who had taken her back without question unnecessary worry. She didn’t kick or squirm as he finished her spanking, and the moment he set her onto her feet, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I-I… I’m sorr… sorry, Dad… Daddy.” After stuttering her apology, she turned and ran as fast as she could, throwing herself into the corner. The clothes hindered her ability to spread her legs, but she put her nose to the wall and stuck her bottom out as best she could.
“Ple… please for… forgive me,” she sobbed to the wall, her heart aching far more than her bottom. “I-I didn’t mean to… to scare you.”
“Oh, baby, shhh,” he said, pulling her away from the corner and picking her up. “Breathe, Elena, you’re choking, honey. Just breathe.” He stroked down her back, his touch and his tone gradually calming her. He sat on one of the chairs before the fire and took her hands, rubbing them between his own. “You’re freezing.”
“Not all… all of me,” she said, squirming a bit as if he didn’t know exactly what part of her was feeling a bit too warm.
“I suppose not, but, Elena, you cannot go outside without the proper clothes. You are way too thin and too worn down to resist the cold. God, you’re soaked up to your thighs.”
“The snow was deeper than I thought and I-I really was only going to take a quick photo, but Mr. Snowy needed a bit of help and then I saw the pretty icicles. There were animal tracks in the snow and I followed them. I didn’t mean to go into the woods…” The tightening of his lips had her realize what she’d just said. “I-I didn’t go far and it wasn’t on purpose… I guess I just didn’t stop to think.”
He was silent for a moment and then sighed. “Elena, I was serious about the woods. They are no place for you to go alone. I suggest you think about the fact that if you forget again, that little burn you’re feeling right now will become an inferno from the deepest circle of Dante’s hell. Is that absolutely clear?”
She didn’t like the visual his words had conjured. Her bottom clenching, it was a very contrite little girl who nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He gave her a hug and then a kiss after cupping her chin with his fingers. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“All right. Let’s get you dry.” Since he’d left her previous day’s clothing to dry before the fire, he simply snagged them and stripped her, quickly exchanging her attire. Her sneakers were soaked, so he sat her in the chair and told her not to move a single inch. Elena obeyed, feeling awful that she’d caused them to start their day with another spanking.
Liam returned and sat on the hearth, so he could put a new pair of thick socks and a dry pair of sneakers on her feet.
“I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
“Elena, I know you are, and baby girl, once you’ve been punished and made your apology, you are forgiven. There is no need to keep saying you’re sorry.” Leaning forward, he hugged her. “You need to learn to forgive yourself, sweetheart.”
Elena nodded but knew it would take her a while to learn to do so. She’d always felt inadequate—not with Liam, he’d never once made her feel anything but loved. But growing up, her family had been so demanding, had expected only the very best, felt that no matter what it took, who you walked over or backstabbed, if you weren’t on top, you were worthless. Forcing herself to push her past away, she nodded and kissed her daddy’s cheek. “I’m trying.”
“Good girl. Now, you need to mop up the snow you tracked in while I get breakfast going.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, accepting the dish towel he handed her and using it to mop up puddles that reached from the front door to the ottoman. As she soaked up that puddle, she wondered how much was snow and how much was tears. Once she was done, she hung the towel on a free hook near the fire before returning to climb up onto her stool again.
“Oh!” she said, setting her cup down a bit hard.
“Sorry, honey. I made you a new cup. It’s really hot.” He then grinned. “Hold on a minute.”
She watched as he went out the front door and smiled when he returned carrying a long icicle.
“Your very own stir stick,” he said, handing it to her. “Don’t worry, I checked and it’s clean.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, immediately sucking on the tip to cool the slight burning of her tongue from the hot tea.
As she stuffed the last bite of waffle in her mouth, she asked, “Daddy, what do animals eat when the ground is covered with snow?”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby, you could choke,” he admonished gently before considering her question. “A lot of animals store food for winter in either nests or their dens. Some animals hibernate and the rest, well, they hunt or forage.”
When her mouth was clear, she looked toward the window. “But it would be hard to forage.”
“Yes, I suppose, but animals have been fending for themselves since time began.”
“Could we help? We could make some popcorn and string it and hang it from the bushes. Maybe we could even put some grapes and stuff out on the snow.”
Liam smiled and kissed her cheek. “How about we get some feed corn and some birdseed when we go into town?”
“Can we still string popcorn?”
“Sure, but we’ll have to get that as well. Does this mean you aren’t as worried about going shopping?”
Elena had totally forgotten she’d been worried, but did it really matter what anyone else thought? Liam loved her just the way she was and, if she were honest, she loved wearing the clothes he’d chosen. She knew her happiness pleased him, and she so wanted him to be happy. “I’m not worried, Daddy. I’ll be with you.”
“That’s my girl. All right, we’ll add those items to our list. Now, why don’t you put away the game from last night and pick a movie? We can watch it on my laptop.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, giving his cheek a kiss before she went to put Candy Land away, her body thrumming a bit as she remembered how the evening had ended.
Once she’d picked out a video, she remembered she’d yet to
call Katie. A bit afraid his phone had been damaged with its submersion in the snow, she was glad when it powered up with the press of a button. Liam had finished in the kitchen and tugged her onto his lap while she made the call, putting it on speaker.
At the sound of Sean’s hello, she made her apology. “I’m sorry, Sean. I know it was wrong to ask Katie to help me.”
“Thank you, Elena. Tell me, are you feeling better?”
“Oh, yes, sir. I’m feeling great… well, most of me is. Liam… I mean, Daddy, has been wonderful.”
They heard Sean chuckle and she looked over to see her daddy’s grin.
“Ah, I’m sure all of you will be just fine soon. I think you are exactly where you belong, and now that you’ve begun the dynamic you’ve both desired, it is only appropriate you give your daddy the honor of a proper address. I know he’s been waiting a long time to be your daddy. While we’re at it, I want to say that I am also honored to now be your Uncle Sean.”
Elena felt a warmth spread through her. “Thank you, Uncle Sean. May I please speak with Katie?”
“Sure, she’s right here.”
“Elena! I’m so happy for you!”
Katie’s squeal had Elena smiling. “So you’re not angry at me?”
“No! Why would you ask that?”
Elena gave Liam a glance, and he chuckled. “Go ahead and take it off speaker if you want. I’ll set up the computer for our movie.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, pressing the proper button and lowering her voice. “I was afraid you’d get in trouble… maybe get a spanking.”
“Oh, believe me, I did. Daddy might have understood why I did it, but that didn’t keep him from walloping my butt. But, like I told Uncle Liam, it was worth it just to see you two back together. So, how is it going? Are you really happy?”
“I don’t think I could be any happier,” Elena said. “Daddy… wow, isn’t it wonderful that he is my daddy now?”
“Yes, but if he’s anything like mine, I’m sure everything hasn’t been all sunshine and roses,” Katie said.
“Even roses have thorns,” Elena said. “Our daddies must have graduated from the same daddy school. I’m learning that daddies are far stricter and much quicker to turn a naughty girl over their knees than a dom is with his submissive and I thought he was pretty strict then.”
Katie giggled. “I’m guessing that means your butt is a little tender?”
“Yes, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll make it through a day without getting smacked.”
“But it’s worth it, right?”
“Definitely.” Elena giggled and looked over to where Liam was sitting in the other chair, reading a book. “Oh, I took some pictures. You won’t believe the snow here. It’s so pretty! Hold on, I’m sending them now.” After attaching the photos, Elena sent them as a text message.
“Wow! Oh, I love your snowman! Are those animal tracks?”
“Yes, hang on a minute.” Elena jumped down from her chair and took the phone over to Liam. “Daddy, do you know what animal made these?”
Liam took the phone and enlarged the photo. “Yes, those were made by a rabbit.”
“Aw, I wish I’d found him in the…” As his eyebrow lifted, she said, “Um, never mind. Thanks, Daddy.” Returning to her chair, she told Katie they were bunny tracks. The girls continued to chat about the photos, Elena telling her about building Mr. Snowy and the fact that they would go into town soon to buy food for the animals. “I wish you were here,” Elena said as their conversation began to wind down.
“I do too, but you and Uncle Liam need time to yourselves. Maybe we can visit later,” Katie said and though Elena had been sincere, she also believed that she and Liam needed time to adjust to the change in their dynamic. Well, she sure did. Her daddy seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
After ending the call, she returned the phone to Liam and crawled up onto his lap.
“Everything all right?”
“Everything is perfect, Daddy. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
They watched The Little Mermaid, which was one of her all-time favorite movies. When it was over, Liam didn’t shut off the computer. Instead, he opened a document.
“Remember when I said we’d discuss the rules?”
Elena had forgotten, but his question reminded her that he definitely had. “Yes, sir.”
“You read them now while I fix some cocoa. Then we will discuss them.”
“All right, Daddy,” she said, as he stood and set the laptop across her knees. Looking at the screen, she smiled at the title he’d given the document and read down the list.
My Elena’s Rules
I will trust my daddy as his goal is to take care of me in all ways.
I will obey knowing that his aim is to help me become the little girl I desire to be.
I will not curse.
I will not belittle myself because I am perfect just the way I am.
I will bring my fears, questions, or concerns to my daddy so that he may help me deal with them.
I will accept that my daddy will make the decisions.
I will accept that my daddy will punish me when I am naughty—in any way he deems necessary.
I will be sincere in my confessions, my apologies, and in making my penance.
I will remember that I, Elena Michelle, am the most treasured, the most loved little girl in the entire universe.
It wasn’t a long list, but it made her feel exactly as the last line read—loved and treasured. Some would be harder to remember, such as cursing, which she tended to do when she felt extremely frustrated. And, of course, accepting any and all punishments wasn’t her favorite rule, but she knew it was a basic stipulation of this dynamic. There could not be two leaders in their relationship. She couldn’t ask him to take the responsibilities and weight of the world off her shoulders and then turn around and deny him the authority of punishing her when she acted out or broke the rules they’d agreed on.
“Any questions?”
Looking up, she saw her daddy and smiled. “No, these are pretty self-explanatory, Daddy.”
“Up,” he said, waiting until she’d jumped up before taking her seat and pulling her back down. “Okay, but anytime you have questions, you may ask me and we can discuss them.”
“Like if I don’t agree that I deserve to be punished?”
“No, not like that. I do not enjoy punishing you, Elena. I do so because you need boundaries. You need to know that I’ll be consistent and you can rely on your daddy to know exactly what his precious girl requires.”
Elena had known that, but it helped to hear him reassure her that it really was up to her. If she didn’t want her bottom bared and punished, all she had to do was make the right choices. “I understand, Daddy.”
“Good. I’m going to print this list out and hang it in your bedroom. Now, your cocoa and sandwich is ready.”
“Am I going to have to take a nap every day?” Elena asked as she slid off his lap.
“Probably, and definitely until I believe you’ve gotten stronger.”
“I’m strong now.”
Liam shook his head. “No, baby, you’re not. You haven’t gotten proper rest in a long time and sleep is a great way to allow your body to recover.”
Elena sighed. “Rule number one, right?”
“Exactly. Trust me, Elena. My number one priority is to keep you safe, healthy, and happy.”
Elena liked the sound of that until they were upstairs and she was standing before him where he sat on the bed. The items he’d brought into her room were beside him and were definitely making her want to ask to revoke that same rule. “I don’t see why you can’t take my temperature with the regular thermometer.”
“Because this one will be far more accurate,” he said, reaching forward and tugging down her leggings.
“But it’s embarrassing!”
; “Elena, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“That’s because you’re not going to have a big thermometer shoved up your ass!” she said, stepping back when he reached for the waistband of her panties.
His eyes lifted to hers and his brow quirked. “I suggest you watch both your tone and your choice of words, young lady.”
“Well, it’s true and then you’re going to… to stick that thing up my butt too!”
“Elena, consider yourself warned. Change your attitude right now and come here.”
Warned or not, she felt her tummy flipping as her eyes fell on the object next to the long glass thermometer and jar of lubricant. “I don’t want to.”
“The question is do you want to go to sleep with your bottom burning as well as plugged, because, young lady, Daddy is going to take your temperature in your bottom and he is going to insert a plug if your temperature is normal. I told you that we would start your anal training today and I will never say something I do not mean. So, make your choice. Either pull down your panties and put yourself over my lap, or I will do so and blister your bottom before we continue.”
She shivered, his look and his tone telling her he was completely serious. Giving a last look at the items she’d soon be holding in her most private orifice, she whimpered softly but did reach to tug her panties down.
“Good choice. Right over now,” he said, patting his lap.
Elena draped herself over his knees, glad that her head was opposite where he’d placed the items. He tugged her panties a bit further down before she heard the sound of the jar being opened. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see anything and trying not to picture how she was going to look with the glass tube sticking out of her bottom. A pat on her bare cheeks preceded his next words.