“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Roll over on your tummy.”
She rolled as instructed, pillowing her head on her arms. He stepped up to the bed and ran a hand down her back in a gentle caress that left her shivering. It was the calm before the storm, and she trembled thinking of the brutal tempest about to come.
That same hand that had been so gentle moments before cracked across her bottom twice in a row. Once for each quivering cheek.
“You know, little one, looking at this bottom, you’d never guess that you were punished last night and this morning. There isn’t a mark on you. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
No response was required, so she kept her mouth clamped shut and closed her eyes. She could hear him moving about the room, the opening and closing of their toy chest. Every second that passed ratcheted her anticipation up another notch.
“Lift your head and open your mouth.”
Opening her eyes, she found him standing by the bed once more, this time holding a steel ring with two strips of leather attached. Knowing what was expected of her, she obediently raised her head and opened her mouth so he could fit the ring inside of her mouth and fasten the leather strips at the back of her head.
“What’s your safeword with the gag in, little one?”
She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers twice.
“Good girl. I’m not going to tie you up unless you give me a reason to. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
With the gag forcing her mouth open, she couldn’t form any coherent words, so she nodded her agreement.
“I hope so. Arms out in front of you. Feet on the mattress. Daddy’s going to plug your bottom before we get started.”
She whimpered in response, but did as instructed. It wasn’t that she minded being plugged. On the contrary, she loved being filled in every possible way by him. It was just that the wait was killing her and she wanted him to get to the good parts already.
But her daddy knew her, and he knew how impatient she could be. He’d taken it upon himself from the word go to teach her patience. She was reminded of that fact when he lazily ran his hand from her ankle to her bottom and delivered two more solid smacks.
“You’re so beautiful. My little Livvy. You’re going to look even more beautiful with this plug in your red, striped bottom while I fuck you.”
She jerked when the cold liquid squirted between her cheeks, but she quickly settled. Fighting just made it worse, and delayed their pleasure. A single finger pressed against her bottom hole, and she had to remind herself to relax. James pushed in right past the initial resistance without giving her time to adjust. Olivia squealed, but didn’t move away from the intrusion.
He fucked her bottom with his finger, coating her with the lubricant, before pushing a second finger inside. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden, sharp pain, but it quickly faded into discomfort. Skilled, sure fingers worked her bottom hole, stretching her and loosening her up. When he pulled his fingers from her bottom, she had a brief moment to miss the feeling of being so full, but only a moment before the cool metal of the plug pressed against her hole.
“Breathe out, Livvy.”
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing as much as she could while he worked the plug into her bottom. It burned and stretched, and already she could feel tears stinging her eyes.
“Hnnh!” She tried to protest, but the steel ring prevented her from speaking.
“Almost there, little one.” He pushed the plug in a little further and she shuddered when the fullest part of it pushed past that tight ring of muscle. But then it was in, fully seated, and she sighed with relief. Getting the thing in was always worse than just having it in, and tonight was no different. The sharp pain was gone, and she was left with little more than some mild discomfort and the strange, full feeling that always came with being plugged. Moments later she heard the water running in the bathroom, and then he was beside her again.
“Daddy is so proud of you for taking your plug like a good girl. But it seems a certain naughty girl left her clothes all over the floor. Are we supposed to make messes with our clothes, little one?”
The question sent her already pounding heart into overdrive. She hesitated only a moment before shaking her head.
“Clothes go in the laundry when you take them off, Olivia Jane. You know better, little girl. I think a dozen with the strap should get my point across nicely.”
She braced for the blow, and still it took her breath away. When the first burning stroke fell, she instinctively squeezed her bottom cheeks together, a move she immediately regretted when she was reminded of the large item lodged firmly inside her ass.
He delivered each of the twelve with slow, measured precision. By the time he finished, she was a shaking, whimpering mess, and her bottom burned like he’d lit a fire across her skin.
And her pussy, soaked with her own juices, throbbed with every beat of her heart.
“Are you going to be a good girl and put your clothes where they belong?”
A silent nod replaced her usual, “Yes, Daddy.”