the leather cushion. I want to hold in my sounds, not give into the pleasure of being fucked with such a shameful object, but I can’t hold it back. A whine rises in my throat, followed by the release of a deep moan.
He pulls it out and I find myself no longer caring about the shame in the act—I just want it back inside of me! I’m desperate for any friction, some kind of release. I need it so bad, I beg, “Please!”
He says, “Please, Daddy, put your pretty little plug in my bottom?”
“No. In my pussy.”
“Bad girl.” He gives me a spank. “Ask Daddy to plug your bottom.”
“No! I could never—”
My words are cut off by a sharp spank from his hand. “Tell Daddy how naughty you’ve been and ask me to plug you. Do it now, and make it pretty, or I’m taking my belt to your ass.”
My bottom clenches, wanting to keep him out. My eyes squeeze shut, wanting to ignore his demands. My throat feels tight but I must do as he says—I don’t want more than the three stripes from his belt that he’s planning on.
Swallowing hard, I force myself to say the words. “I was so naughty, Daddy. I should have answered your calls. Please punish me and plug my bottom.”
“Good, good girl. Such pretty words for Daddy. You make me so hard,” he croons, petting my sore, throbbing ass.
Just as I begin to relax beneath his gentle stroking, I hear the sound of the cap of lube opening. Every muscle in my body tenses.
He touches my bottom hole, cold lube spreading over my entrance. Then I feel the head of the plug, hard and cold, pressing against my tight muscles. I want to keep him out, have him take his punishment device and leave me alone, but I also find my pussy turning to a hot volcano of lava.
My nipples tighten, my breaths come in fast bursts. My pussy clenches, pulsing with desire.
He pushes further.
The slippery plug begins to enter my bottom. It’s a strange sensation, my muscles stretching and burning to give him entrance. Inch by inch, he slowly slides it in, filling me and making me feel full.
“Beautiful. I love your pretty bottom,” he croons.
I can feel his eyes upon me, as he takes in my plugged bottom, my exposed, wet pussy. Surely he can see how desperate he’s made me? The scent of my arousal reaches me and I know he can’t have missed it.
I hear the clicking of his belt buckle. I hold my breath.
Now that the plug is in, I can face my second punishment; the leather strap.
I imagine the sting will be much worse than his hand.
“Baby girl, Daddy’s going to give you three from my belt. Do you remember why?”
“My excuses in the car?”
“Yes. Now I want you to count them for me.”
I dread this added layer of punishment. It’s humiliating to have to count out loud the times the strap will fall. I let out a groan in displeasure.
He snaps, “What was that I heard? Was that a sigh that should have been a ‘yes, Daddy’?”
I say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” The sound of the belt whooshing through the air makes my stomach tense.
The leather comes down in a long line across the center of my bottom. Fire and heat and lightning flash across my skin. “Ow! One.”
The belt comes down again, a line above the first. The pain is blinding but I manage to squeak out, “Two!”
“Good girl. Last one and then I’ll know you were properly punished and that you’ll remember my rules next time.”
“Yes, sir.” I grit my teeth as the belt comes down, low, right across the lowest curve of my ass. I rise on tiptoe, sucking air between my teeth. When the breath returns to my lungs, I say, “Three!”
The sound of his belt dropping to the floor has my muscles relaxing. I lay limp over the arm of the sofa, catching my breath. All I can think of is the fullness in my ass, the stinging of my flesh.
The fact that I’ve been thoroughly punished by Daddy.
As the pain ebbs, another kind of warmth takes its place. The look on his face when he found us in the bar, the worry in his voice when he told me of the alert he’d received. His gentle touches mixed with his harsh punishments.
He cares so much about me, about my safety. He wants to protect me, even when it means harsh consequences.
His