I whimper, mostly because I’m embarrassed for him to see my soaking wet pussy. I’m sure he can already smell it.
He parts my folds to reveal my tight hole and uses the fingers of his ungloved hand to drag wetness from my pussy to my rectum.
I moan, clenching my butt cheeks.
Papi ignores my silent protest and pushes first one and then two fingers into my bottom. “Don’t fight it, Little one. It will hurt more if you clench your rectum.”
I try to relax but it’s so hard. And I gasp the moment the tip of the root touches my anus. It burns. He hasn’t put it in me yet, and already I know it’s going to hurt.
The root is six or eight inches long. It’s not too wide to fit, but it’s more than an inch wide. It’s going to stretch my tight hole and hurt like hell.
Papi holds my ass steady with his free hand and eases the evil yooka root into my bottom.
I rise onto my toes and cry out. “Papi, it hurts.”
“I know it does, Little one. It’s supposed to.” He’s gentle, but he’s evil about it at the same time, fucking my ass in and out with the painful root before settling it once and for all deep in my bottom. The green stalk hangs out of me like a tail.
When he’s done, he removes the glove and steps in front of me.
Tears are falling down my cheeks, and I’m holding my breath against the burn as he tips my chin back and kisses my forehead. “I love you, Janie. So much it hurts. You will obey me though. When you don’t, I will discipline you.”
I whimper, unable to respond. My lips are pursed against the pain. I’m trying to stand still. Any extra movement makes the burn increase.
Papi squats in front of me and parts my folds.
I gasp. I’m soaked. Perhaps more than before he put the root in me. Maybe he won’t use it again if it arouses me. I’m embarrassed though. More than ever. I shouldn’t be aroused from this pain.
Papi drags a finger through my folds and brings my arousal to his mouth, sucking off my juices. He tips his head back to look at me. “My Baby girl likes pain.”
I don’t respond. I squeeze my eyes closed. Even though it hurts, I tug my thighs together.
“Keep your feet wide, Janie, or I will use a spreader bar between them.”
I shudder as I jerk my eyes open. Is he serious?
He has one brow lifted.
I obediently spread my legs wider than they were.
“Good girl. You may squirm all you want, but don’t squeeze your legs together.”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to whisper, feeling decidedly submissive.
He smiles. A moment later, his fingers come to my titties and he flicks my nipples.
I gasp. A moan escapes my lips.
He does it again, tweaking them this time.
“Papi,” I protest. Wetness drips down between my thighs. The root burns worse by the second instead of getting better. My bottom is stretched and sore. My nipples are pleading for attention. My pussy is giving away all my secrets.
Papi continues to squat in front of me. He says nothing as he strokes a finger lightly up my inner thigh before licking it clean. He does it again on the other thigh. My pussy clenches. My clit throbs.
I tip my head back and moan. I need to come so badly. I need him to touch me again. More. In better locations.
It takes me several minutes to slow my breathing down, and when I tip my head back down to look at Papi, I find him watching me.
Oh, God. He’s going to continue doing this to me. It’s my punishment. Edging. He told me. He warned me.