Page 19 of Trained By Her Daddy

“Wait! Wait! It hurts! It hurts!” I yelped in a high pitch with the hope of deterring the process. But there was no stopping his determination as he continued pushing the stiff phallus into my pulsing rectum.

“You will learn there is always a punishment for disobeying your Daddy.”

As our eyes once again locked in the mirror, my clit twitched. “I didn’t think you’d really use that thing,” I mewled as he gave a final twist to the plug making sure it was fully seated.

“Was it a worthwhile lesson?” he quietly inquired while administering a smack across my cheeks, making the plug vibrate.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good to hear. Now, take your pink plugged bottom over to the corner and think about why your Daddy needed to punish his bad girl.”

As I pulled myself upward, he patted my butt and gave the implement a quick tug. “The next time you disobey me, it will be my hard cock filling this adorable behind of yours.”

My face felt like it could melt from the heat as I rushed to bury it in the corner, but there was no point in trying to hide my feelings from him. This man obviously knew me better than I knew myself, and before I could have another thought, his fingers were threaded through my wavy hair, gently pulling my face toward his. “Does the idea of me punishing you in that way excite my sweet little lady?”

Not wanting to admit my arousal, I pressed my forehead onto the wall and clenched my shuddering cheeks together.

“I thought so,” he said, his fingers dipping in between my slick pussy lips. “There’s no sense in running from the truth, Lori Hope. You are a dirty, naughty girl.”

His tender touch immediately had my clit throbbing in rhythmed beats. “Please don’t tell Jake,” I begged, praying my body would stop trembling.

But his response was noncommittal as his finger tapped the plug. “Your Daddy will always decide what’s best for you.”

Rolling over in the middle of the night, I’d been awakened by the silicone instrument that was still nestled in between my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop thinking about John’s threat to punish my ass with his stiff shaft. I’d never seen his cock, but I imagined it matched his personality—solid and commanding. Naturally, my first inclination was to masturbate while fantasizing about him, but then I remembered masturbation was not usually acceptable in the D/s world, unless the submissive was given consent by her Dominant. I was not given any type of permission, and his room wasn’t too far down the hall, so there was a chance he’d hear my deep groans of delight.

Because I’d lived alone for many years, there had never been a reason to keep my moans to a minimum while engaging in self-pleasure, so this was going to be a bit of a challenge. But anyone who knows my true nature will tell you I’m generally up for a quick act of rebellion. Without another thought, I hardened my nipple through my pajama top with one hand as my warm fingertips journeyed under the elastic of my panties with the other. My freshly shaved pussy felt so smooth and silky to the touch, and as my finger pressed inside my slippery lips, I quickly conjured up a sexy fantasy. Though I’d never had a daydream about anal sex, I felt certain it would reward me with a happy ending.

John told me to get onto my knees and firmly crossed his arms while watching me submissively crawl into position. In curiosity, I raised my head from the mattress and watched his expression remain stern as he reached for a large tube of lube.

My clit had already started trembling from the scene I’d conjured up and while massaging my needy nub, I dropped my knees to their sides and let the delicious fantasy unfold.

“Your naughty behind isn’t red enough,” he said, smacking my ass before pushing his cock inside my rosebud. “You know I like this bottom good and red before I give it a proper fucking.” My anal muscles clenched his hard shaft and throbbed wildly as he held on tight to my hips, thrusting deep inside me.

Imagining my ass was filled with his cock, I rubbed my fevered button even harder, drawing myself toward one hell of an orgasm. Of course, the damn plug was pressing onto my nerve endings as I wriggled relentlessly on the mattress, but in my dream, John had pulled his stiff member from my pulsating hole, only to thrust it back in deeper than before. Finally, my clit beat uncontrollably with an extraordinarily powerful orgasm, and I let out a loud groan.

That’s when I heard a tap on the door.

“Is everything all right? Can I come in?”

Immediately, I removed my hand and rolled over onto my belly. “Sure. I’m fine,” I said, willing my heart to stop galloping.

As John poked his head inside the dark room, I could see his concerned expression from the illumination in the hall. “You were moaning, kiddo. Did you have a bad dream?”

“A real zinger,” I maintained with a poker face while sucking in an exaggerated breath. “I-I have them every once in a while.”

He came into the room and stooped beside me. “Maybe we should talk about it. I’d like to help.”

I shrugged, hoping my ragged sigh didn’t give me away. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“The next time you have a nightmare, I want you to wake me up,” he said, moving my panties to tug on the base of the plug.

“Can you take this thing out of me now?”

“No. Not until tomorrow morning.”

I rolled onto my back to face him, relieved I’d not been caught in the act. “Good night, Daddy.”

“Sleep tight, baby girl.”

As he closed the door, I smiled, knowing I’d sleep like a rock.

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