“Ask Daddy to make it hurt when he forces his cock into your tight virgin hole.”
I keened with embarrassment and he paddled the tops of my thighs firmly.
“Please make it hurt when you take my virgin hole with your cock, Daddy!” I wailed.
“If Daddy were to slide his fingers in your bare little pussy, what would he find?”
I moaned softly.
“You’d find that I was very wet, Daddy,” I replied, unable to stop the way my face heated with shame.
“Good. Now climb off Daddy’s lap and take his hand,” he directed, and I stood up on shaky legs. When he saw me stumble, he lifted me off the floor into his arms. Without a word, he carried me all the way to his bedroom and placed me on the floor in front of the bed.
“Bend over our bed and spread your legs. Daddy wants to look at you,” he murmured, and I hummed with need. He took his fingers and exposed my bottom hole as he slid two fingers into my pussy. He thoroughly coated them with my rampant arousal before roughly pushing them both into my most reluctant hole.
I felt that kind of pain far more deeply than anything else. Unlike a spanking, it wasn’t brief flashes of fire. This was constant, and I found it far harder to suffer through because there was no end in sight. I had to take every last moment of that painful ache and that made it far more thorough than anything else he could do to punish me.
He pumped those two fingers into me, stretching my bottom before he eventually added a third and the pain started all over again.
“Daddy can see how wet your little pussy is,” he observed, and I shivered hard.
“Daddy, please!” I begged.
He removed his fingers from my bottom and walked to the nightstand. I watched him as he opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of something before he returned to stand behind me.
I heard him unbuttoning his slacks and lowering his zipper. The sound of a bottle pump echoed behind me and I heard the wet sound of his fingers stroking up and down his cock.
“Daddy’s lubed his cock so that he can take your tight virgin hole, little girl. He’s going to enjoy this, and he isn’t going to be gentle,” he warned, and I whimpered as I felt the blazing hot head of his cock push up against the place that I thought would never get fucked.
My heart felt like it was going to palpate right out of my chest. My skin was on fire and my bottom still burned from the cruel bite of Daddy’s paddle.
“This is going to hurt, little girl.”
His hips tipped forward just enough to force the head of his cock inside my bottom hole. At once, the pain exploded deep in my core, racing up and down my spine as I struggled to take it. I wailed and he pushed in deeper. My body rebelled against him, tightening hard all around him and the hurt spiked even more intensely. For several long seconds, I couldn’t get ahold of my panic and his thumbs circled on my lower back soothingly.
“It’s okay, little girl. Daddy wouldn’t ever give you more than you can take,” he murmured. He thrust in hard so that every inch of his cock was inside me before he leaned over me, pressing his chest against my back. He held me against him as my body struggled to cope with his massive size.
“Relax your bottom for Daddy. Open yourself for me,” he instructed gently, and I tried to be obedient, but it was hard. I focused on his words and as the stretching burn scorched through me, I finally was able to relax the tension in my body and it started to hurt a little less.
“Good girl,” he murmured, before he pulled out of my bottom only to thrust inside once again. He did that several more times and I hesitantly realized that even though my bottom hole still ached, I liked how it felt.
I had thought I would hate it, that it was too dirty and wrong to be enjoyable, but I quickly came to the realization that I was wrong. This felt good. Sure, it was filthy, but it was making my pussy even wetter.
He lifted my hips and slipped something underneath me. I heard a clicking sound and a buzzing sensation roared to life directly against my clit.
“You’re going to come hard for Daddy as he fucks this tight hole. He wants to feel your body tighten around every last inch of his cock as you come hard for him,” he said darkly, and a thrill of desire jolted through my body.
His pelvis slapped against my bottom, reigniting the sting from his palm and his hard wooden paddle and I moaned loudly, losing myself in myriad sensations as I struggled to take them. My nipples peaked and my clit pulsed against the vibrating bullet beneath me.
“Daddy! I need…” I began.
“Come hard for me, little girl. Come hard for Daddy.”
My body reacted with violent intensity to his command. At once, every single muscle tensed hard and a slow wail began to emerge from my throat. A ball of pleasure imploded deep inside my core as he fucked my bottom more roughly than ever. Maybe I came harder because of that. Maybe it was because he’d spanked me hard enough to hurt or maybe it was everything coming together all at once.
My orgasm was as powerful as it was humbling. White-hot bliss hurtled through my system, a blazing fire that refused to be put out until it burned through me. Even when it began to ebb away, the vibrations did not stop, and I was pushed over the edge into a second orgasm that blew my mind just as much as the first.
I’d never expected to like getting my bottom fucked by Daddy.