Page 22 of Trained By Her Daddy

Chapter 6

With his fingers firmly threaded through mine, John tugged me into the kitchen to retrieve something from the refrigerator, and then we continued down the hall toward the master bathroom.

“Have you ever heard of gingering?”

“N-No. Is it a cooking technique you learned on the internet?”

His square jaw was set as he opened the mirrored cabinet and reached for a bottle of lube. “No, it is a method used for punishing the inside of a naughty girl’s bottom,” he said, closing the mirror before displaying the shaved plug between his two fingers.

“You’re going to do what with that?” I said with difficulty, though he already made it abundantly clear where the damn thing was going.

His eyes darkened. “Turn around, reach under your dress, and pull those panties down to your knees.”

I knew he wanted me to obey immediately, but my feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.

“If I need to ask again, your behind will be strapped after I’ve inserted this plug.”

Glancing up into the mirror, my reaction to his warning was surprising. Instead of a look of indignation, my face was flushed with a strange desire. Jesus. I wanted this. I wanted him to take control. Waiting for his gaze to connect with mine, I submissively reached under the black sheath and lowered my panties.

“Good girl. Now bend over the sink while I lubricate the root.”

“Wait! Is that going to hurt?”

But instead of responding to my question, he just flipped the small bottle of lube open and covered the plug until it was extremely wet. “What did I ask you to do?”

Without another word, I gripped the sides of the countertop and bent over, anxiously awaiting his next direction.

John took his time folding the fitted dress over my hips and then he patted my thigh before running his finger up and down the cleft of my ass. “Spread your legs a bit more. Open up for me.”

As I obeyed, the cool air wafted down onto my wet puckered hole, causing the soft muscle to quiver and tighten. But of course, that didn’t stop his finger from pressing against it. “Stop clenching and behave yourself,” he scolded, delving into my dark tunnel.

I really didn’t mean to clench again as he added a second finger to scissor inside me—it just happened involuntarily—but John’s tongue clicked in disapproval as he removed his fingers to land a couple of brisk slaps to my trembling anus.

“Dear God, that hurts!”

“My bad girl needs to stop testing me.” Though the rebuke was resolute, his tone was calm as he firmly slid the shaved root in between the crease of my cheeks before pumping it in and out. But why would he shave a piece of ginger to resemble a phallus when he’d already owned an entire set of pink butt plugs? Naturally, it didn’t take too long for me to figure out that there were juices inside the thick plant. Fiery juices.

What began as a warm feeling inside my ass eventually morphed into a blazing heat that awakened every nerve ending in my sensitive pucker. Grabbing onto the edges of the counter for dear life, I rose onto my toes and started to plead with him. “Please pull it out! It’s starting to burn! It burns!”

“I’m sure it does,” he said, twisting the ginger before giving a quick tug to the base, making certain it was properly seated. “Now you may clench to your heart’s desire, but it’s only going to make the juices spread.”

“But it hurts! It hurts! Please take it out!” I wailed and screamed over and over.

“Not before you receive that spankin’ I promised you.” His hand repeatedly popped my backside, and with each slap, the flames inside my dark canal climbed higher and higher, building with an intensity I could’ve never imagined.

“Please! I promise to be good from now on!” As my head fell forward and the spanking finally ended, I thought he would take that damn intruder from my ass. But instead, his finger traced the slippery slit of my sex and my musky scent filled the air.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he said, his warm breath tickling my ear. “That embarrassing discipline aroused my little one, no?”

My butt was burning, my clit was throbbing with need, and I made an intelligent decision to swallow a clever retort. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I hoped you would eventually give in and admit your kinky desires.” With a tender pat to my sore ass, he slid the phallus out. “Now for a bit of oil to put out that fire, and then we can see about the reward you deserve for your honest answer.”

Reaching into the cabinet for a bottle of argan oil, he saturated his hand with the heavy substance before sliding his slick finger inside my bottom. “How does this feel?” he asked, slowly exiting my anus before filling it again.

“B-Better.” My sore rosebud trembled against the softness of his touch, and each time his thick digit slid out of my ass, I arched against his flesh, wanting him to fill me again and again. But then I glanced up in the mirror and watched through surprised eyes as John unzipped his pants before he dragged them down in a couple of strong tugs.

“Daddy needs to know why you were pleasuring yourself yesterday. Was it the thought of my stiff cock in your hot cunny or inside your tight pucker?” His devilish grin was lopsided as his broad shaft bobbed behind me, revealing a bit of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

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