This is about me and the little girl who, before this night is over, will call me Daddy.
I caress her bottom as her asshole quivers around the base of the stinging irritant. She grunts and grits her teeth as she rolls her head side to side. Every attempt she musters to pretend this isn’t happening, that she can’t feel it, visibly fails. Her expressive face shows her growing discomfort as her muscles clench and quiver, especially in her bottom and thighs.
“Get it out,” she finally groans. “Please... just get it out!”
Tsking, I reach between her legs to spread what ginger juice remains on my fingers through her slick folds, especially on the head of her highly sensitive clit.
“I’m willing to forgive your misbehavior and poor attitude, but you’ll have to show me you’re willing to cooperate. You will be my wife, Princess—one way or another. The sooner you agree, the sooner your naughtiness will be forgiven, and we can go on to more pleasant things.”
“No! I won’t!” she keens through clenched teeth, thrashing her head in a violent back-and-forth shake of refusal. “You can’t make me!”
If she thinks this is the extent of my persuasive techniques, I’ll enjoy showing her otherwise.
“Say, no, Daddy,” I corrected. “I won’t, Daddy. You can’t make me, Daddy. Naughty little girls getting their naughty bottoms punished need to learn to address the one who properly cares for them.”
The manacles on her ankles reduce her frustrated kick to little more than a twitch. Rearing inches off the mattress, the glare she gives me is full-on defiance.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you, Daddy,” I remind as she collapses again. Taking hold of the base of the ginger plug, I’m not anywhere near gentle now, and the fire rages in her back hole as I fuck her bottom withthe root. Heat overwhelms whatever pain she might otherwise have felt, but the heat is enough. The friction fans the flame, turning the torment unbearable with every in and out thrust.
“God!” she shouts, defiance giving way to pleading almost instantly. “Stop, stop! Please!”
“Please, what?” I demand, twisting the root in her tight bottom to keep the friction burning icy hot.
She throws herself into one last stubborn flurry of kicks and jerks, but she’s hit the edge of her defiance.
“Daddy!” she wails. “There, I said it! Daddy.”
Setting the root deeply again, I stop fucking her bottom and let go of the base.
“We will need to do something about your mouth.”
Patting her bottom, I leave her panting and wilting, her angry stare boring through my back as I cross the room into my closet. From the cupboard in the back, I pull down what is sure to become the bane of her life once we’re married—a cherry-wood paddle, long and wide enough to cover the entire summit of her round bottom. It’s not intimate, so it can’t be used over the knee to full effect, but in the position she’s in, it’s an endurance breaker. A well-varnished length of wood that adds shine and class to what otherwise is a devastating implement to behold, much less feel. I’ve never met anyone who it couldn’t break down within the first ten strokes.
The moment I walk out and she sees the lovely monster dangling from my ready hand, she falls silent. Her feet twitch out two aborted kicks, and her fingers clasp the bar she’s bound to. Her knuckles whiten and stay that way, even after I lay the paddle on the bed in front of her without giving her so much as a taste of the sting that lies in store.
She shudders, but the look she gives me once she finally wrenches her eyes from the paddle says she isn’t giving up. Tearsfill those lovely black pools, yet her defiance reads clearly what she already said.I’ve been hit before… I can take it.
Poor little Princess. I caress her hair, her back, her bottom. She tenses—I’m sure she’s afraid I’m about to pump the ginger plug in and out of her until the fire borders on pain again—but I’m content to let her clenching ass torture her for me.
The more she fights and strains, the worse the fire in her bottom becomes and the more I touch her. She mewls, her thighs shaking harder as my hand follows the curve of her taut flesh to give her sweet, slick pussy a fond pat. She barely flinches, but the ginger juices mix freely with her natural lubricant, and I only kick up the spicy heat another notch higher as my fingers search out her clit.
She closes her eyes, turning her face into the mattress, helpless to do anything but burn in ginger’s humbling fire while I play with her. Stroke her. Caress after circling caress bringing her body back into taut guitar strings just begging to be strummed.
“Good girl,” I tell her.Come for Daddy.
I know how much it has to hurt, but she can’t stop herself. She wiggles, her bottom grinding as she basks in the pleasure of my touch. She arches, her muscles locking down, her body shaking when at last I break through her reserves and she cums. Quivering spasms rock her, over and over. I love watching it. I love the sound of her despairing cry as I milk every last shudder of pleasure her body unwillingly gives up.
She hasn’t earned it, but that’s all right. We have all the time in the world for her to explore just how harsh I can be… and how much she’ll come to like it when I am.
Chapter 7
Clara
My pussy is on fire, my clit an inferno of heat’s ecstasy and shame so devastating, I melt in the final thrum of my orgasm. I cry at the awful ginger plug scalding my asshole and the soothing caress of his comforting hand stroking my hair and back.
My wrists hurt, and my legs ache from the constant strain of being splayed so wide apart. Although he’s made his point, and I can’t imagine the humiliation getting any worse, he doesn’t untie me. He waits with me, silent, his hand never far from my skin, constantly rubbing gentle comfort until my well of useless tears finally ran dry.
