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Story: Chance
She grinned. "Good point," she said. "So, what are we doing? What's the adventure?"
Chance wiggled his eyebrows. "You'll see," he said. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes! Oh, wait, I have to say goodbye to Puggles."
He waited as she touched her stuffie under the covers and pressed two kisses on Puggle's duckbill. Adorable.
After leading her downstairs, he led her to the back courtyard instead of leaving through the front door as they normally did. Without missing a step, he led her to the small pond directly behind the lodge. In the summer, they called it the swimming hole. They kept it clean and had added a slide and a diving board for the family and the families of their guests to enjoy.
But with the cold winters, especially this winter by this time of the year, it wasn't unusual for the pond to be frozen over.
"Oh, Daddy, that’s so cool." Joy skipped over the snow-covered ground to stand at the edge of the pond. "This is one big difference between Texas and Wyoming. Where I live, we never get frozen ponds in Texas."
"I know, gypsy. That's why I thought this might be an adventure."
"What kind of adventure, Daddy?"
"Have you ever been ice-skating outside?"
She shook her head. "I have never been ice-skating outside. Or inside, for that matter. If there's one thing Nameless lacks, it's a good ice-skating pond."
She threw her head back and laughed at her own joke. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He thought her face lit upwhen she smiled that gorgeous, beaming smile. And it was beautiful. But it didn't hold a candle to his gypsy laughing.
She didn't hold back and try to sound dainty. She laughed from her belly up, practically shaking. He thought for a moment she would fall before they ever got on the ice.
"Woah there, Gypsy." He grabbed her shoulders to keep her steady. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she tilted her face to him, and it took everything in him not to toss her over his shoulder and take her back to their bedroom. Suddenly, kissing her senseless was a much higher priority.
Then it occurred to him. He loved her, and she loved him. He didn't have to refrain from kissing her senseless.
So, he did. Long and deep and wet. He had to stop himself before he threw her onto the snow covered ground and fucked her silly in the courtyard where God and everyone could see.
Forcing himself to remember the plan for the evening, he grasped her hand and led her to the bench at the side of the pond. He pulled out the ice skates he’d hidden under the bench earlier that day. Holding them up for her inspection, he said, “I know they're not bright pink with unicorns and sparkles, but I hope you'll try these on."
She squealed with excitement and clapped her mittened hands. "Oh, yes," she said, almost slipping on the snow. "Yes, please."
In a monumental feat of strength and agility, Chance managed to finally get a skate on each foot. The task was made much more difficult than it should have been because his little gypsy couldn’t sit still long enough for him to get them tied. He finally had to threaten her with the spanking they’d talked about earlier.
"All right, I want you to sit right here on the bench while Daddy gets his skates on." He swore he only took his eyes off her for a second. But a second was obviously plenty of time for an excited, energetic Little to decide not to listen to her Daddy.
Before he could stop her, she stood up from the bench, pushedher skates against the ground, and sailed out onto the ice. Windmilling her arms like, well, like someone who had never ice skated before. She made it about three yards before attempting some kind of leap. Instead, her feet flew up, and her bottom crashed to the ice. Because of her momentum, she wound up sliding all the way to the middle of the pond.
"Calliope Joy Joplin! Are you all right?" Not daring to take his eyes off her, he finished tying his skates and slid/skated to the center of the pond, going down on one knee beside her. "What did Daddy say to do, naughty girl?"
With her lip poking out in a pout too cute for words, she said, “Sit on the bench. But, Daddy! You were taking forever!”
“Well, all you did by not minding was add to the time it will be before you can skate.” Guiding her back to the bench, he sat her down again. “You will sit right there for five minutes and think about being patient.”
She flung herself across the bench. “Five minutes! Daddy, that’s the same as forever!”
He glared at her. “Would you like to rephrase that, little girl? Or would you like me to march you right back upstairs and have you standing in your naughty corner, bottom bared and on display, for fifteen minutes instead?”
She shook her head. "What I meant to say was thank you, Daddy, for bringing me to the ice pond. I’m sorry I didn’t sit on the bench."
Damn straight. "And how did not minding work out for you?"
"Not very good, Daddy. Now I have to sit here longer. And I busted my bottom. I don't like figure skating."
“Is that what you were doing? I believe we need to operate here on the same premise as learnin’ to walk before you run, Gypsy. You have to learn basic skatin’ before you can do fancy figure skatin’ moves."
Chance wiggled his eyebrows. "You'll see," he said. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes! Oh, wait, I have to say goodbye to Puggles."
He waited as she touched her stuffie under the covers and pressed two kisses on Puggle's duckbill. Adorable.
After leading her downstairs, he led her to the back courtyard instead of leaving through the front door as they normally did. Without missing a step, he led her to the small pond directly behind the lodge. In the summer, they called it the swimming hole. They kept it clean and had added a slide and a diving board for the family and the families of their guests to enjoy.
But with the cold winters, especially this winter by this time of the year, it wasn't unusual for the pond to be frozen over.
"Oh, Daddy, that’s so cool." Joy skipped over the snow-covered ground to stand at the edge of the pond. "This is one big difference between Texas and Wyoming. Where I live, we never get frozen ponds in Texas."
"I know, gypsy. That's why I thought this might be an adventure."
"What kind of adventure, Daddy?"
"Have you ever been ice-skating outside?"
She shook her head. "I have never been ice-skating outside. Or inside, for that matter. If there's one thing Nameless lacks, it's a good ice-skating pond."
She threw her head back and laughed at her own joke. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He thought her face lit upwhen she smiled that gorgeous, beaming smile. And it was beautiful. But it didn't hold a candle to his gypsy laughing.
She didn't hold back and try to sound dainty. She laughed from her belly up, practically shaking. He thought for a moment she would fall before they ever got on the ice.
"Woah there, Gypsy." He grabbed her shoulders to keep her steady. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she tilted her face to him, and it took everything in him not to toss her over his shoulder and take her back to their bedroom. Suddenly, kissing her senseless was a much higher priority.
Then it occurred to him. He loved her, and she loved him. He didn't have to refrain from kissing her senseless.
So, he did. Long and deep and wet. He had to stop himself before he threw her onto the snow covered ground and fucked her silly in the courtyard where God and everyone could see.
Forcing himself to remember the plan for the evening, he grasped her hand and led her to the bench at the side of the pond. He pulled out the ice skates he’d hidden under the bench earlier that day. Holding them up for her inspection, he said, “I know they're not bright pink with unicorns and sparkles, but I hope you'll try these on."
She squealed with excitement and clapped her mittened hands. "Oh, yes," she said, almost slipping on the snow. "Yes, please."
In a monumental feat of strength and agility, Chance managed to finally get a skate on each foot. The task was made much more difficult than it should have been because his little gypsy couldn’t sit still long enough for him to get them tied. He finally had to threaten her with the spanking they’d talked about earlier.
"All right, I want you to sit right here on the bench while Daddy gets his skates on." He swore he only took his eyes off her for a second. But a second was obviously plenty of time for an excited, energetic Little to decide not to listen to her Daddy.
Before he could stop her, she stood up from the bench, pushedher skates against the ground, and sailed out onto the ice. Windmilling her arms like, well, like someone who had never ice skated before. She made it about three yards before attempting some kind of leap. Instead, her feet flew up, and her bottom crashed to the ice. Because of her momentum, she wound up sliding all the way to the middle of the pond.
"Calliope Joy Joplin! Are you all right?" Not daring to take his eyes off her, he finished tying his skates and slid/skated to the center of the pond, going down on one knee beside her. "What did Daddy say to do, naughty girl?"
With her lip poking out in a pout too cute for words, she said, “Sit on the bench. But, Daddy! You were taking forever!”
“Well, all you did by not minding was add to the time it will be before you can skate.” Guiding her back to the bench, he sat her down again. “You will sit right there for five minutes and think about being patient.”
She flung herself across the bench. “Five minutes! Daddy, that’s the same as forever!”
He glared at her. “Would you like to rephrase that, little girl? Or would you like me to march you right back upstairs and have you standing in your naughty corner, bottom bared and on display, for fifteen minutes instead?”
She shook her head. "What I meant to say was thank you, Daddy, for bringing me to the ice pond. I’m sorry I didn’t sit on the bench."
Damn straight. "And how did not minding work out for you?"
"Not very good, Daddy. Now I have to sit here longer. And I busted my bottom. I don't like figure skating."
“Is that what you were doing? I believe we need to operate here on the same premise as learnin’ to walk before you run, Gypsy. You have to learn basic skatin’ before you can do fancy figure skatin’ moves."
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