“I’m sorry, poppet. But you have far more frowny faces than smiley faces. By rights, this is actually several weeks’ worth of frowns so you should just be grateful that it’s a bit of figging and some corner time and not a good strapping on top of it.”
Her mouth dropped open. Okay, yeah, she should shut up now.
Quit while you’re ahead, Caley.
Issy returned with a piece of ginger in a plastic bag. It was two fingers, but only one had been peeled. She guessed that was the bit that went in her ass while the other bit was used as a handle.
Holy. Crap.
“And here is a piece I prepared earlier. You know, just in case.”
“Aww,” Archer said. “Isn’t he so happy?”
“Nothing like a figging in the morning to set the day off right.”
She dropped her lower lip. Archer reached out and tapped it. “Don’t worry, poppet. If you’re a good girl and take your figging well then Daddy and I have a present for you.”
A present? What sort of present?
“What is it? Can I see it now?” She danced up on her tiptoes.
“Nope,” Issy said. “Right now, you need to strip off your leggings and panties then get on your back on the couch.”
On her back? She looked to Archer who nodded.
She swallowed nervously but did as she’d been ordered. She even took the time to fold her leggings and put them down neatly with her panties. But that was more to procrastinate than because she wanted to be tidy.
Finally, she lay on the couch.
“Archer, if you will?” Issy said as he opened up the bag.
Archer knelt down next to her. “Legs up against your chest, poppet.”
What? Oh God. She raised her legs up until she was in the diaper position. Archer placed an arm across the back of them, pinning them in place. Issy sat on the couch and pulled out the ginger plug, holding it up.
“It’s beautiful work if I do say so myself.” He held the non-skinned end then he parted her ass cheeks.
“Here we go, poppet. Just relax. It’s not that big. You’ve definitely taken bigger.” Archer winked at her, reminding her of the other night when she’d taken him there.
He was right. The ginger slipped in easily. It wasn’t that long or thick and she didn’t really feel much of anything. All right, maybe it was all hype and there wasn’t much of a sting.
Then Issy slapped his hand down on her ass.
“Ow!” she cried out, clenching down on the piece of ginger.
Oh. Crap. Her asshole started to sting as the ginger released its juices. Issy continued to spank her, making her clench on the ginger more.
“It stings! Ouch! Daddy, stop spanking me! It’s making it worse!”
“It’s meant to be a punishment, poppet,” Archer told her. “It’s supposed to sting.”
“Got to remind you that any time you disobey, there are consequences,” Issy added.
“You’re so precious to us, nothing can happen to you.”
Issy applied more spanks to her ass until she couldn’t decide what hurt more. The spanking or the figging.
Either way, she knew she didn’t want to repeat this in a hurry.