me, towering over me, a gold plug in one hand, I suddenly have the urge to run.
I stammer, “I-I don’t think that will be necessary.”
His eyes darken. “I don’t think you understand how this works, little girl. Daddy tells you what you need, and you obey.”
Shaking my head, I stammer out, “But... that... looks... I don’t know how something like that can go in... there.”
Holding it by the handle, he raises it to my gaze, twisting it in a teasing manner. “Take off all of your clothes and bend over the arm of the couch.”
It’s as if he’s asked me to move a mountain with my bare hands.
The idea of stripping down before him while he remains fully clothed, then positioning myself over the arm of his couch so he can put that... thing inside of my very off-limits area, it just seems completely impossible.
But now that I’m hesitating, not moving to obey his instructions, his gaze is turning stormy. His fingers are going to his belt buckle.
Swallowing hard, I grab the hem of my short dress. Pulling it up and over my body, I toss it to the side.
I stand before him in nothing but my black bra and panties. A matching set I’d picked out early in the evening, thinking Luke and I would have sex when I returned. I never imagined instead I’d be naked, over his couch, my ass invaded, his belt whipping my behind.
My fingertips tremble as I reach behind to unhook my bra. Slipping the straps down my arms, I free my breasts. They stand, proud and perky, my impossibly tight nipples poking out.
Now to lose the panties.
He gives me a look that tells me I’d best hurry it up or that belt is coming off sooner than he planned.
I quickly grab the waist, rolling them down over my legs and to the floor. I step out of them, and fully nude, I scurry over to the couch.
Bending over and exposing my ass, and possibly my pussy, to his view will be humiliating. My only consolation is that I can hide my embarrassed face from him, over the couch, my hair a curtain of privacy.
Grabbing the edge of the huge, round, plush arm, I slowly bend over. The leather sticks to my bare skin, my stomach pressing down. My head hangs down, my hair falling over my face.
I sense him looming behind me, causing more goosebumps to rise on my naked flesh.
His voice is husky as he says, “Spread those pretty little legs of yours. Daddy wants to see everything.”
Shame covers me like a blanket, white heat scorching my face. I slide my feet apart. The cool air rushes over the open lips of my wet pussy, over the cleft in my ass, over my tight little rosebud. All exposed for his hungry, possessive gaze.
Bared to him, forced to obey him, completely under his control, I realize not only does he want to own every inch of my body—he wants to own my soul.
And he’s getting pretty damn close.
His fingertips trail over my body, delicious sparks dance wherever he touches. Then his hand comes down in a surprising, hard smack.
Shooting up on the tips of my toes, I cry out in surprise. Another spank rains down, making a matching, burning patch of pain on the other side.
Smoothing his hand over my stinging flesh, he says, “Tell me the rules I gave you tonight.”
Racking my brain, I try to ignore the fact that my ass is on fire, my pussy out in the open and think back over what he’d said. “No drinking too much, no dancing with strange men, keep my cell phone on me—ow!”
My words are cut off by volley of hard spanks. I gasp in air, trying to fight my way through the torrent of pain as his palm spanks me over and over.
“You didn’t obey Daddy’s rules. They are put in place for your safety and you have to take them seriously.” He punishes my curves, his hand like a paddle, spanking me.
I cry out, “I’m sorry! I promise it won’t happen again.”
The spanks stop, but now there’s a strange pressure at the lips of my pussy. A foreign object making its way within. I give a moan as he presses the plug into me. He pushes it in further, then sucks it back out.
He does it again, fucking my pussy with the plug. His voice is dark as he says, “Get it all wet for me, baby.”
My fingernails dig into