After a quick hug for each of them, she took off for her car. James slipped an arm around Olivia’s waist and led her to the passenger door of his SUV and helped her in.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked first,” Olivia said the second he climbed inside and shut the driver’s side door behind him.
“It’s all right, little one. You were upset and worried. I’m not mad.” He started the car and backed out of the parking space. “But I am going to put a plug in your bottom for the rest of the night.”
“What? Why?”
Reaching over, he squeezed her hand. “You have a tendency to forget yourself, and our rules, when Shannon is around.”
It certainly wasn’t the worst punishment. And the way he phrased things, it wasn’t really a punishment at all, so she ignored the instinct to argue. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. When we get home, I want you to go upstairs and wait in your corner.”
Now it definitely felt like a punishment. Pouting, she pulled her hand from his and crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought you weren’t mad.”
“I’m not mad. But I want you to take a few minutes and settle, and think about how much I love you, and remember that I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Silence filled the vehicle. Her daddy was waiting for her to answer him, but the words wouldn’t come. On the one hand was resentment. She was a grown woman; she didn’t need a hunk of plastic or metal in her ass to remind her of the danger currently surrounding them.
On the other hand was gratitude. She had a man who loved her, and wanted nothing more than to make sure she was safe and well-loved.
In the end, gratitude and obedience won out. “Okay, Daddy.”
When he looked over, the smile on his face was worth every moment of embarrassment and discomfort that came with wearing a plug. “Good girl.”
* * *
As silly as it wasto be embarrassed, she didn’t want to be in her little girl PJs when Shannon came over, so she changed into a pair of soft leggings and an old sweatshirt from college. Standing in the corner of her sweet little bedroom, she pushed the leggings to her knees, along with her panties.
James didn’t keep her waiting long. If she had to guess, she’d only been in the corner about five minutes when he joined her in the bedroom and called for her. Turning away from the wall, she found him sitting in the straight-backed chair from her desk. On the floor, to his right, sat a box and a bottle of lubricant. When she didn’t immediately move from her corner, Daddy lifted a hand and crooked a finger at her. Olivia shuffled to his side, and at his silent command, lowered herself face down over his lap.
He shifted under her, and moments later came the cool spurt of liquid between her cheeks. It never failed to make her jump in surprise, despite knowing it was coming. But Daddy held her easily in place and pushed a finger into her bottom, coating her inner walls with the slick liquid.
“Why are you wearing a plug tonight, little one?” he asked, his tone conversational, like he was asking about the weather and not why he had his finger shoved in her bottom.
“To remind me to behave while Shannon is here.”
When he pushed a second finger inside of her, stretching her, her voice rose to a whine.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, promise!”
“I’m sure you will, little one. But you’ll be extra good with this little reminder in your bottom, won’t you?”
It was pointless to argue, since they both knew the truth. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered with a sigh.
“Good girl. Bear down for me.”
She braced her core, and sure enough, warm rubber replaced his fingers. The plug stretched her, not to the point of pain, but definitely enough so she’d feel it with every movement during the evening.
The fullest part of the plug pushed past her entrance and Olivia winced. “Daddy! Ow!”
“Almost there.” Seconds later, the plug slid home, no longer painful, just mildly uncomfortable. “Such a good girl for Daddy. I think we have time for a quick spanking before anyone gets here.”
“No, we don’t!”
But his hand connected with her bottom despite her pleading. After the third swat, it had become obvious this spanking had nothing to do with punishment. The spanks stung—a lot—but nowhere near what he’d be giving her if she was in trouble.
By the time he finished, Olivia had practically melted over his lap, the stress of the past few days having slipped from her body as the warmth in her bottom had grown.