Spanking stories

Cold snow

———— Spencer Reid.

I go out. I like the snow, and when it's all white and pretty I love going out. Even without Dad's permission. 

Walking down the street, I notice I'm a little bit away from home. There is a park nearby, maybe if I make it there I can make a snowman before Dad finishes his work. Then, I'll arrive there and everything's going to be alright.

Finally, I arrive at the park and crouch down to start accumulating snow. I start creating the first "layer" of the snowman. I'm without gloves, but it doesn't matter. My fingers freeze a little, but it's okay. I'm looking for some stones to serve as buttons and some branches for the arms. 

I finish my artwork and put my scarf on it, but it's missing a nose. I need a carrot, but I'll settle for a branch.

"Actually, I like the way you look. I'm going to give you a name." I say out loud. I'm alone, so no one is going to look at me like I'm a weirdo. "And that name will be Dann."

I hope the snowman likes the name. Anyway, it's starting to get a little colder. I don't take it into account, although the snowfall is starting to thicken. I should go home, so I pick up what I put on the snowman after taking a photo and I leave, enjoying the scenery and taking a few more photos. It's nice, white and cold. 

I get home and check my pockets for my keys. I've lost them, shit. 

"Oh shit, how did I lose them?" I mumble, frowning. 

I hear a car behind me and see the lights against the house. I turn and see Dad, being carried by Matt. Damn. I'm out of the house when I clearly should be eating dinner or sleeping, and Dad knows it. He literally knows my schedule by heart, I can't lie to him. He'd know if I was lying anyway.

He gets out of the car and Matt waves goodbye to me. I smile a little at him as Dad comes towards me, hurrying. He's probably worried about what I was doing outside, and who wouldn't be? 

"I lost my keys, I'm sorry." 

The car drives away and leaves us without light. Only the streetlights and a little of the moon are reflected. 

"I'm not interested in that, Melissa, I want to know what you're doing outside." Dad says in a scolding, stern tone, pulling his keys out of his pockets. "You're supposed to be finishing dinner." 

"Yeah, well... it's a long story and I'll get in trouble. I don't want to-" 

He gives me a firm slap lands in the middle of my butt. I jump slightly, but Dad doesn't say anything and indicates with his head inside the house, in the direction of the kitchen. 

"Go, now." He orders me sternly. 

"I'm going..." 

I quickly enter and go to the kitchen. Dad turns on the lights and turns on the heat.

The kitchen is warmer than the park, but it's still cold. I take off my jacket, but keep my sweater on. I need to warm up and my fingers are frozen. 

Dad comes into the kitchen and sits, looking at me through his brown curls, which are the same as mine. 

"Come here, Issa." 

His tone is clearly tired, so I approach him calmly and without arguing further. His hands rest on my shoulders, supporting me, and he places a kiss on my forehead before sighing. 

"What were you doing outside? Did you have dinner?" 

"I haven't had dinner yet. I had gone out to build a snowman in the park nearby, time passed and... well, you know." I whisper, nervous.