The Last Snow: A Mother's Love

“Hey, time to wake up lover boy.”

“What the fuck?” I whispered, rolling over (away from Bella) and who other than Chris was standing next to the bed.

“She’s going to get a little lesson in bondage.” He said, showing me the rope he had in his hand.

“Ugh, I thought you were going to wait until she’s actually wake to do that.” I groaned, slipping out of the bed.

Chris pulled the blanket off of Bella, and softly chuckled.

“You don’t get to complain when she lets you sleep with her when she’s in fucking lingerie.” He chuckled.

“Fair enough.” I told him.

“Also...we may have had a little meeting last night when Bella left the basement with me to go to sleep. To get to the main point of it, we basically all agreed that she isn’t nearly as far along as we had hoped. So basically….she’s not allowed to leave this room until there’s clear evidence that she tried something other than rope.” Chris whispered.

“Well shit, we’re going to be here for a while.” I sighed.

“Why does she have to be so damn stubborn? I’m positive we all agree that Bella wants, no, needs this.” Chris growled.

“Come on, you know she isn’t going to run blindly into anyone’s arms.” I started to say.

“Really?” He grumbled.

“Ok, I don’t count. She’s been close to me for a long, long time now.” I said.

“Yeah, yeah.” Chris chuckled.

“Just give her time. I know she’ll come around. We’ve been going slow, and slowly introducing her to everything is a great way to get her used to everything. The more she’s exposed to, the more she’ll accept and like other things.” I explained.

Chris was interrupted by Bella’s sudden mumbling in her sleep.

“Ok, let’s get this on before she wakes up.” Chris said, handing me some of the rope.

I gently slid Bella up the bed so that her back was now straight up against the headboard.

Chris started to tie the rope around her ankles and attach it to the bed posts at the end of the bed. I gently took each one of her wrists, tied them tight in a few knots, but made sure that I could still fit a finger in between the rope and her skin so that she would still be getting sufficient blood circulation.

“So what’s the plan for when she actually wakes up?” I asked.

“We’ll just let her stay tied up for a tiny bit - see how she does, and then basically give her the option between a paddle, a riding crop, or one of our belts.” Chris answered.

“You’re going to love that, aren’t you?” I sarcastically whispered to Bella.

“Did you guys talk about anything else last night?” I wondered, wanting to be fully kept in the loop.

“I mean we said a prayer for DJ, Michael B., and Ghost, that was really it.” He chuckled.

“Well, it’s not like anyone’s leaving for tour anytime soon. There’s time to hopefully get them more acquainted.” I said.

“It’s actually only 3 ½ months away. We’ve got a tour lined up with Blessthefall, Falling in Reverse, and Escape the Fate. So it’s not tomorrow, but it will go by fast. By that time we need to have her fully trained so that if need be we can keep her on a tour bus and not have to worry about her misbehaving whatsoever.” Chris replied.

Damn. Chris had a very strong point. I guess I had forgotten, or attempted to push that out of my mind, that there was a deadline. Suddenly I had doubts about how fast we would be able to get Bella trained. I was the main proponent of taking things slow, and going fairly easy on her even with the contract in tow - but 3 ½ months may change how everyone goes about how we handle her.

“Tyler?” Bella suddenly whispered.

“Good Morning, love.” I cooed.

I sat down next to her, and gently rested my hand on her thigh.

“Hey, hey, little one.” Chris cheered, sitting down at the bottom of her bed.

“What’s he doing here? ……… Wait, what the fuck?” She exclaimed.

She growled, noticing the rope around her ankles and wrists.

“Chris thought it would be a good idea to wake us both up early and bring the rope to you, not vice versa.” I admitted.

“Ugh.” She groaned, glaring at Chris.

A look I’m sure he’s kind of used by now.

Out of the blue Bella kicked her leg out as hard as she could - my bad, she attempted to do that.

“Fuck!” She screamed, clearly hurting herself.

“Bella, what the hell?” Chris scolded her.

“I kind of thought the rope was a bluff.” She whispered.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking stubborn.” Chris sighed, shaking his head at her.

“Are you ok, Bells?” I asked, more concerned.

“Just bruised my ego.” She muttered.

I couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle, her sense of humor amused me to no end.

“I am beyond amazed that you being tied down seemed like the best time to try and call me on a bluff.” Chris mused.

“Worth a try.” She shrugged.

“No bluffs today, but good try.” Chris replied.

“Bluffs? That implies there’s more than this rope thing...which isn’t going to happen.” Bella stated.

“Did we not just get it cleared up as to who makes the rules, yesterday?” Chris asked her.

“I suppose.” She said.

“So, the deal is you have to take 30 strokes of either a paddle, a riding crop, or one of our belts. Also, before you go ahead and complain, I will say that those are far nicer options than the cane that some were pushing for.” Chris stated.

“No.” Bella replied.

“It’s not an option, my dear. We’ve been very lenient with you, and we’ve taken things very slow. You’re getting those 30 strokes one way or another, of your own accord or if you want to make this more difficult I’m going to lock Tyler out of the room, keep you tied down, and I will do a lot more than put a little color on your ass, understood?” Chris growled at her, which was serving as her last warning.

Bella pulled against the rope once more, making sure that there really was no way for her to get off the bed at this moment.
“I have one condition - Tyler gets to do it, not you.” Bella said.

“No. Intentionally or not he’ll go easier than he should on you. It’s sweet, but not what you need.” Chris explained.

“I hardly doubt any of this is what I need.” Bella muttered.

“You’re right, you need it rough, you want us to use you like the naughty little slut you are, don’t you?” Chris asked her, completely throwing both Bella and I off.

“Easy.” I hissed to him.

“No, she wants it hard. Don’t you, Bella?” He cooed, going over to her and untying all four of her limbs.

What the fuck was he up to?

I took a step back, not wanting to interfere with whatever his plan was (if he actually was going off of a plan) , but stood close enough to interfere if I needed to.

“Stop it.” Bella told him, obviously on edge.

“Oh knock it off Bella, stop pretending. Let me use you how you want to be used, how you need me to use you.” He growled, coming closer and closer to her, until he was halfway up the bed.

Bella pushed herself up against the headboard, as Chris slowly continued to crawl towards her. When he was finally just inches away from her, he popped up onto his knees and taunted Bella by slowly slipping his belt off.

Once it was off, he snapped it hard which cause Bella to jump and let out a tiny squeal.

“Chris!” I exclaimed, wanting him to stop as I was afraid of where he was going with this.

Chris tossed his belt to the side of the bed, and gently rested his hand directly over her heart.

“Relax, she’s fine. She’s actually quite excited, that little heart of hers is about to jump out of her chest. And if I were to take a wild guess, I’d say you’re getting excited everywhere” Chris cooed, running his hand from her cheeks, down past her stomach, and letting them rest on her inner thigh.

“Get off.” She growled.

“Stop lying to yourself, and admit you like it” He snapped back.

“You don’t know what I like.” She replied.

“Oh sweetheart, there’s a very easy way to check if you liked that.” Chris said in a sing-song voice.

His hand snuck even further up her thigh, now dangerously close to the front of her panties.

“Don’t you dare.” She snarled.

“What are you hiding, hmm?” He smirked at her.

I rolled my eyes, he truly enjoyed pushing her buttons, especially when it came to her trying to deny liking certain things.

“Come on, let’s get back to what we were trying to originally do.” I stated, trying to get him back on track.

“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” He whispered, finally taking his hand off her, and getting off the bed.

“Bella, why don’t you just get this over, so we can get on with our day?” I begged her.

“Will you leave me alone afterwards, at least for the day?” Bella asked him.

“I’ll give you until dinner.” He laughed.

“Fine, deal.” She groaned.

“Finally! Now pick a toy.” Chris told her.

He left his belt on the bed, and placed a few riding crops and paddles at Bella’s feet.

“Which hurts the least?” Bella asked me.

“From what I’ve read...I think I’d have to say the paddle.” I answered.

“Then let’s get it over with.” Bella sighed.

“Which one would you like? We have one that says Slave, one that says Slut, one that says Master’s Girl, oh and of course we have the paddle that says Little One on it. Just to keep it interesting.” Chris informed her.

“You are getting so far on my nerves today.” She grumbled.

“Watch yourself, little pet.” Chris cooed.

“I’ll go with the least demeaning one...Sir.” Bella snarled.

“Oh, I see. You just don’t want to get anymore turned on.” He chuckled.

“Ok, come on, Let’s stop antagonizing her.” I told Chris, knowing he was close to pushing one too many buttons of Bella.

“He’s no fun.” Chris whispered to Bella.

Thankfully, he finally picked out the ‘Little One’ paddle, and stopped trying to anger her.

I made my way over to the wall, and leaned against it as I waited for Chris to get this over with.

I’m not saying I was against spanking, it was actually a pretty high ranking turn on for me, but it was hard to tell how she was going to take this.

My focus shot back to Bella as she got on all fours in the middle of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Bella asked, confused as to why Chris hadn’t done anything yet.

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me, and patted the spot right next to him.

“You’ve got to come down here, love.” He told her.

She let out a deep breath, and slowly crawled down to where Chris was. He spread his legs apart a little bit and motioned for her to come and lay herself across his left leg.

“Why can’t I just stay up on the bed?” She questioned him.

“It’s easier for me to keep hold of you this way.” Chris answered.

Bella to our relief got off the bed, and went straight over his knee. As she did that, Chris took his right leg in order to keep her legs down, and not able to kick.

He placed his hand on her bottom, and slowly but firmly started to massage her skin - trying to warm her up before he actually inflicted some impact on her.

“You shouldn’t need it, but what’s your safeword?” I asked her.

“Red.” She whispered.

“Good girl.” I told her.

Chris picked up the paddle once more, twirling it in his right hand until he finally brought it down. The second it hit her lace covered behind, there was a loud ‘whack’ that blasted throughout the room.

“Ow!” She squeaked, trying to slip forwards out of Chris’ grip.

“Easy.” Chris murmured to her, pulling her right back into position.

The second stroke came right after that, and Bella’s toes curled up as she let out another whimper.

Chris didn’t give her any time to contemplate how it felt, as he kept the strokes coming until he reached 30. Bella had started off clearly in pain, but after the 10th hit her squeaks from pain, slowly turned into soft little moans. Chris and I made clear eye contact when she did that, but we both knew it was smarter to not bring that up in front of her.

“Good job, Bella. You’re all done.” He softly assured her.

He tilted his left knee down so that Bella slipped right off of his lap, and helped her stand up straight.

“Holy shit, that stings.” Bella hissed.

“It will for a little while, princess. Each time it will get better though, I promise. You really were a good girl though.” He encouraged her, pulling her back into him for a tight hug.

Chris tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered something to her, something that I couldn’t hear this time.

Bella smiled down at him, and then walked towards me.

“You’re precious, beautiful.” I cooed, giving her a gentle kiss.

“I shouldn’t like that.” She whispered.

“You liked that?” I asked, pretending to not have noticed her actual moans while Chris was using the paddle on her.

“Maybe a teeny tiny, super small bit. Don’t tell anyone thought, I don’t want to inflate his ego anymore.” Bella admitted.

“Alright. Now why don’t you slip back into bed, stomach side down to keep more comfortable, and get a little bit more sleep.” I suggested, turning her back around to face the bed.

“What time is it?” She wondered.

“Too early for you not to be going back to bed.” Chris told her.

“Will you come back with me?” Bella questioned me.

“No, but I’ll be around.” I smiled, pulling the blankets up over her when she slipped back in bed.

We said our last quick goodbyes before leaving the room and shutting the lights off.

“Am I going nuts, or did Bella start moaning?” Chris asked me.

I chuckled.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s what I was trying to get at by pushing her buttons earlier. I just want her to admit out loud that she gets pleasure from that, so I can actually, along with everyone else give her pleasure and be able to take away that shame she harbors deep down.” Chris replied.

“Hey, you just spanked her and things went fairly smoothly, we’ll get there.” I assured him.

“You have yet to be wrong about her.” Chris said.

“What can I say? I know Bella better than I know myself.” I stated.

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3 Hours Later -
Bella’s POV

“Ow, ow, ow.” I groaned, peeling the blankets off me as they slid against my bottom.

I hadn’t seen the damage done, but based on the degree that it was bothering me I figured that it was probably bad enough. I threw on a light silk robe to cover more of my body up, and went to the bathroom.

Once I was in front the full-length mirror I pulled the robe up and gasped when I saw my skin.

My whole bottom was a deep pink color and you could see the exact imprint of the paddle. Thankfully none of the skin had split, and none of it was chaffed, however it was beyond raw and just standing with the air flow rushing past it sent shivers down my spine.

I dug through the cupboards in search of either unscented lotion, or any type of aloe.

To my dismay, I couldn’t find any. That meant my next trip was down to the kitchen to find some ice.

I jogged down the flights of stairs, and made my way over to the main house as fast as I could, wanting to just get ice as fast as possible.

As soon as I entered the kitchen I saw that both Danny and James were already in there, tied up in conversation. I snuck in, hoping to go pretty much unnoticed, wanting to grab the ice and get out.

The door opened swiftly, and thankfully silently as well. I went up to my tip toes to search the freezer for either an ice pack, or even just plain old ice.

That’s when I felt a hand gently pull the corner of my robe up and over my sore bottom.

“No.” I grumbled, quickly grabbing the small tray of ice as I also grabbed whoever’s hand was on the robe.

Surprise, surprise - it was Danny.

“Ice isn’t going to do anything, love. Chris managed to do a fair amount of damage that’ll need more than ice.” He stated, taking the ice from me and setting it back in the freezer.

“What do I have to do to have you give me whatever will help?” i sighed, knowing that because it was Danny he wanted something in return.

“If you sleep in my room tonight, I’ll help you.” He told me.

“Really, that’s all you’re asking for?” James chuckled.

“For now.” Danny cooed.

“Ok, but on one condition.” I stated.

“I don’t think you’re in charge Bella, you don’t get to have conditions.” James said.

“Oh come on, she’s cute. You can have one, and only one.” Danny replied.

“I’ll stay in your room but no funny business.That means no touching, no lewd comments, just sleep.” I explained to him.

“Just a little touching.” Danny murmured in my ear.

“None.” I stated.

I jumped and let out a little scream as Danny landed one spank on my ass.

“You do not make the rules. Is that understood?” He growled in my ear.

“Ow. Yes, Sir.” I squealed.

“Good. All I’ll say is you’ll be fine tonight as long as you behave the rest of the day. If not, I’ll throw you in James’ bed, and then you’re fucked.” Danny warned me.

“Ooh...that sounds like a good night.” James cooed.

“How about this, you can both touch my ass as much as you’d like, but only if you’re rubbing on aloe or lotion.” I sighed, getting slightly annoyed by them.

Hmm, that seemed to be quite common today.

“Sounds like a plan.” Danny chuckled.

Danny snuck past me, dug around in the cupboards up top, and thankfully found a bottle of aloe infused lotion.

“Hey, how many was that?” James asked, referring to how many times Chris had spanked me.

“30.” I answered him.

“What did he use?” James pressed me.

“A wooden paddle.” I told him, becoming curious as to why he wanted the specifics.

“You haven’t felt anything yet.” Danny muttered to himself.

“Why so curious?” I wondered.

“You’ll find out in a few days.” James told me.

“Come on, let’s go get you feeling better.” Danny announced, coming behind me and picking me up bridal style.

“See you tonight.” James called to us.

He carried me down to my second room that was located in this building and laid me gently down on my stomach.

“You’ve had worse than this in the past, plus it really doesn’t look too horrible. I know it probably hurts a lot, but it should be better in a day or to. It’ll be a fresh canvas to paint all over again.” Danny mused.

“I don't get it. Can you enlighten me to why spanking someone is pleasurable?” I wondered, as he lifted my robe up so it exposed my sore bottom that was only now protected by the thin layer of lace my underwear provided.

He laughed.

“That’s a complex answer.” He stated.

“I’ve got time.” I whispered, putting my head down in the pillow.

I felt him squeeze some of the freezing cold gel on my butt which elicited another little squeak from me.

“It’s a control and power thing. Everything from having you situated over our laps to being able to look at whatever marks may be left behind on your body are other ways we can assert power over you. It’s especially arousing when you get to see your own handprint on your pet’s body.” He cooed, rubbing the gel into my skin.

“That’s kind of fucked up.” I hissed.

“I guess you like fucked up.” Danny said.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Oh come on, stop acting like you don’t know. Tyler and Chris both told me you were moaning halfway through.” Danny scoffed.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I was hoping that neither of them had heard that. Here comes the denial.

“I wasn’t meaning, I was grumbling at them.” I lied.

“Oh come on Bella, that’s bullshit.” He replied.

“Let’s drop it, ok? It doesn't matter.” I huffed.

“Understood, I don’t want you getting too wet.” He teased me.

“Stop it! I am not fucking wet or even aroused!” I yelled, throwing one of the smaller pillows at him.

He just laughed.

I sat up as he suddenly left the room, and straightened my robe back out so it covered me once more.

Out of nowhere I was knocked back onto my back on the bed.

“Come on, I’m not getting off of you until you admit you got off a little bit earlier.” Danny softly growled in my ear, as he pinned my arms and legs down with his own.

“Ugh, you’re even worse than Chris was earlier.” I groaned.

“Just admit it.” He told me.

“No.” I snarled.

“Well then tell me how bad you want to get used again.” He whispered.

“Fuck off!” I whined, trying but failing to push him off of me.

Danny pulled his right hand down so that his left hand was now holding both of my hands down. I felt his right hand slide slowly down my stomach, and I suddenly panicked when I realized he barely stopped right at the top of my panties.

“Chris was right, you do want to be used. You want to become our slave, and cater to our every need...no matter how naughty. You want to be used so hard that there would never not be our marks on you. Doesn’t it just drive you wild to think you’re our little fuck toy?” He whispered, sending shivers down my body.

I jammed my knee up into his groin, and he let out a deep and loud grunt. However, he didn’t let go of me. That was a complete and total waste of my effort.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I hissed at him, feeling his hand slowly start to inch even further down my body.

“Oh my, you filthy little girl. You’re dripping.” He growled lightly, running his fingers softly against the front of my...thong..it was practically a fucking thong.

That was the least of my worries for the moment though.

“Get off, get off, get off!” I cried, continuously trying to push him off me.

“I’m not going to punish you for kicking me, or using such foul language in front of one of your masters. Plus, I know how difficult it must be to be going through such denial.” He told me, completely ignoring my anger with him.

“I am not some little sex hungry slut who is going to bow at your feet.” I stated.

“We shall see about that.” He whispered, finally getting off me.

I wanted to run out of the room and get the hell away from him, but he beat me to it as he left the room before I had the chance.

There was a chance I would run into him or others out there, and I didn’t want to risk that.

I paced back and forth, stewing in what he had just done and told me. Had I gotten aroused...yes, a little. It was human nature though, if anyone heard those things their body would have turned against them.

Right?

I knew I loved Tyler, and yes I had sometimes submitted to him in small little ways, but there was no way in hell I could ever want to be or even get turned on by the idea of being their little pet slave. That’s what I had been running away from all of this time , to be free and escape them. So how in the hell could I ever want that. It made me a little sick to think that my body was betraying me in such a way.

“Hey, I thought you might want a new pair of these.” Danny stated, interrupting my thoughts.

He threw an even more revealing lace thong onto the bed, now just obviously seeing how far he could push me.

“You’re a fucking dick.” I snarled.

“No, no. You just want this dick.” He chuckled, ducking out of the room before the clock I chucked could hit him.

I ran over to the door and locked it.

There was not a single way that I could want any of that if I was sane.

I searched deep down inside myself, reflecting on the last 2 days and came to the conclusion that I might be going insane.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Notes

Oh Bella...you're in for one interesting (and quite possibly kinky) ride!

She's staying strong on her belief that none of this is for her...but her body's trying to tell the truth.

Or is it?

I had a super fun time writing this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it as well :)