He returned the pads of his fingers to exploring her folds, watching Marissa’s eyelids drop as she made a slight humming noise of appreciation.He circled her clit, rubbed and pinched it, bringing her back to standing on her knees, whimpering for more.He clamped the second alligator clip over her left nipple and tugged the chain to make her gasp.
“Lie over my lap.”
She dived over his lap, her thighs open, as if begging for his continued touch.
He began to spank her—hard.Not for any reason.He wasn’t upset that she’d been snappish, nor did he think she deserved punishment.He just wanted the pleasure of making her squirm and wriggle in pain.
“Daddy,” she gasped, the muscles in her back taut as she arched her torso.
“Yes, my dear?”he asked casually, all the while continuing to spank at a rapid pace.
“Are you mad at me?I’m sorry!”
“Daddy isn’t angry,” he said.“This is a good girl spanking.It reminds you to be good for your daddy, so you remember he’s in charge.”
“Ohh.”Her response came out more as a moan than a word.Her juices leaked onto her inner thighs, confirming she found that idea as appealing as he did.
She lay still for the next ten spanks or so, then began to wiggle, her bottom squeezing.
“Relax your muscles,” he said, slapping the back of her thigh.
“Ow,” she cried, but released her clenched cheeks.
He continued to spank until her skin had turned a lush shade of pink and she had begun to bounce around and cry out, her muscles tightening again.He picked up the lube from the floor and spread a dollop over the butt plug.
“This will keep you from clenching,” he said, pushing the bulbous tip against her little rosette.
She squealed and tightened even more.
He slapped the backs of her thighs several times, hard.
“Oweeee.”
“Do I need to get the crop to remind you to be a good girl?”
“No, Daddy,” she wailed, but her bottom was still on complete clamp-down.
“Open for Daddy.One...two…”
“Ahhh,” she moaned, but softened her muscles.
“That’s better,” he said.“Take a deep breath.”
She opened, her low back expanding with air.
“Exhale.”
As she blew out her breath, he pushed the plug forward.
She gave a squeak of protest and he stopped pushing forward, but held the ground he’d gained.
“Open.”
Three seconds passed and she unclenched.
“When Daddy decides you need a plug in your ass, you take it.Understand?”
She opened a little.
