As the plastic cock sank further into her bottom, the ginger paste went to work, enflaming every single nerve ending inside her hole. Overwhelmed by the sensations buffeting her, she instinctively ground her hips against his thigh, her body desperately seeking release.
“Naughty girl.” Despite the admonition, he didn’t instruct her to stop or try to hold her still. Soon, the dildo was all the way inside of her, and her bottom felt like it had been lit on fire inside and out, just as he’d promised.
And then he began to move it, short, shallow thrusts in a humiliating mimicry of the act itself, fucking her bottom with the toy. Each stroke scraped against her overly sensitive insides, sending fresh shockwaves of pain and pleasure rippling through her body.
“Daddy, please!”
Whether she was begging him to stop or begging him to keep going so she could find her release, she wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure if her Daddy heeded her wishes or ignored them when he thrust the cock more deeply inside of her, harder and faster than before.
“...Julia Lynne?”
Oh, fuck. What had he asked? Her mind was a jumble of need and agony, blocking out everything but the punishment he was inflicting on her. “I—I don’t—I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if you can be professional at work, little girl?”
There was a dangerous edge to his tone that told her she was skating on thin ice. What he could possibly do to make this any worse, she didn’t know, but she sure as hell didn’t want to find out. “No! I can, I will, I promise. I just, I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry.”
“I bet it’s hard to concentrate with this cock in your naughty little bottom, isn’t it?” As if to emphasize his point, he gave the item in question a twist as he pushed it inside of her again. “Especially with the ginger paste, I imagine all your focus is on how much your poor little bottom hole burns, huh?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“I understand, babygirl. But do I have your attention now?”
“Yes, yes, I’m listening!”
“Good. I expect nothing less than absolutely professional behavior from you when you start your new job. If I ever hear of you abusing your position in the kitchen again, you will end up right back here, with a bright red bottom getting your naughty little hole punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl. I think you’ve just about learned your lesson.”
The pressure of his leg against her pussy was just enough to keep her on the edge, tiptoeing right up to the pleasure her body craved. But it was never quite enough to send her tumbling over it, and she wept tears of frustration and pain as her punishment came to an end.
By the time he pulled the cock from her, she was limp over his knee, panting and crying, her body somehow sapped of energy and buzzing like a livewire at the same time.
“Daddy,” she whined, her hips still grinding against his thigh in a vain effort to reach her peak.
“Poor baby.” Pity dripped from his tone, making her feel even more like a naughty, well-punished little girl. “Do you need to come? Does your poor little pussy need some attention?”
“Yes, please, Daddy, please!”
“Hmmm. I think it might do you good to wait a little longer.”
Her wail of frustration echoed around the room. “Daddy, no!”
To her dismay, he helped her up so she was perched on his knee, her burning, aching bottom pressed against his thigh. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes, but mostly she saw a resolve that she knew wouldn’t be swayed by any amount of begging or wheedling.
“I told you this wouldn’t be an easy punishment, Julia. Let’s get a shower and get you cleaned up, and then we can talk about what comes next.”
Resigned to spending the day with her pussy wet and aching, she sighed and leaned into his chest. “Okay, Daddy.”